Olympus (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Temple of Gaia - full transcript

You're making
a mistake, cyclops.

You don't
want to hurt me.

I'm here to help you.

If you knew
who I was,

you wouldn't
be doing this.

I've been sent here
by Gaia, your mother,

to look for her oracle.

You can't hear a word
I'm saying, can you?

Cyclops!

Whoa!

Come on!



I'm looking for
the Oracle of Gaia.

Why?

To rescue her.

I'm the Oracle.

No, I am the Oracle.

No, I'm the Oracle.

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We need to change
our tactics, General Dion.

The only way to break the siege
is a bold counter attack!

Our men are exhausted
and hungry, Majesty.

Their weapons bound together
with blood and raffia.

At the moment,
all they can do

is hang on
for their lives.

A couple of victories
would lift their spirits.



King Minos' men
outnumber us ten to one.

But we're Athenians, General,

we each have the strength

of 20 Minoans.

Come back when you have a plan
to break the siege

and throw King Minos
back into the sea!

No more
cowardly schemes

to hide men
inside wooden horses.

I want something bold,
something daring.

It's King Minos
you should be terrorizing,

not your own men.

They've no guts.

They're loyal at least,

which is more
than can be said

for most in your court.

Everyone is impatient

for you to work
your magic, Medea.

There seems to be
nothing inside our son

but childish dreams of eagles

and drowning old men.

The Lexicon
is a riddle, indeed.

An enigma of the Gods.

But you will eventually
unravel its mysteries,

and when you do,

we will only have to
click our fingers,

and our enemies
will be swept away.

Go on.

An eagle hovers over a lake

filled with fish,
large fish,

and...

swimming among
them is a man...

Who?

An old man.

I think he might
be drowning.

Go on.

Don't you dare fall asleep.

Sorry, mother.

Carry on.

A drowning old man.

Looking up at the eagle.

What next?

I don't know.

I've lost it.

Are we getting closer

to solving the riddle
of the lexicon inside me?

You are a wasteful,
selfish boy, Lykos.

I should have eaten more figs
when I was pregnant.

Go on,
get out of here.

Hide down there.

Breathe...

Breathe.

Where are you going?

East,

so, uh, thank you
for everything.

You've been very kind,

and brave,

a real hero,

but I must get back
to my family...

You're coming with me,

to the Temple of Gaia.

Uh...

no, I'm...

I'm not the Oracle.

I just said that
so you'd get me out.

Don't look at me.

I'm taking you all back.

The priest will know
the right one.

Goodbye, good luck,
and may the Gods clear your way.

Can we move the Arcadians
from the east wall?

We would leave it
too exposed, Majesty.

Majesty!

Majesty, get down!

Dear God.

This will end badly
for you, Mercenary.

Really?

What do you see?

A lot of blood.

Death.

People screaming,
flesh burning,

and you in the middle
of it all,

stone dead,

your face as blue
as your feet.

That's some vision.

I can see now why the priests
want you back so badly.

It's not a vision,
it's just common sense.

Once you've delivered me,

the priests
will have you killed.

Why?

Do you think
they want people to know

that their oracle
ran away?

I'm supposed to be
in a perpetual state

of divine trance.

My heart in
the hands of Gaia.

And you're not?

How much
did they offer you?

Look, whatever it is,
I'll double it,

and...

I'll throw in
a vision or two.

Wouldn't you like to know more
about your future wife,

what she looks like?

Why did you run away?

The priests beat me every day.

And when I was too weak to care
whether I lived or died,

they'd rape me.

You're lying.

Oracles must be virgins.

Who told you that?

The priests of Gaia.

And you believe them
over me?

You've lied to me before.

I was protecting myself!

What makes you think I care
what they do to you?

I know you
well enough, Mercenary.

You're a good man at heart.

In fact...

you're not even a mercenary.

What am I?

Cursed.

Anything else?

Your name...

Wait, what is your name?

No.

It's your name that's cursed,

isn't it?

If I'd said it
out loud,

something terrible
would have happened.

I'd have burst
into flames, or...

Turned to stone.

What?

You would have turned to stone.

Really?

Has that actually happened?

What if you said it?

Would you turn to stone?

I've never tried.

Very wise.

Look, now that
I've proved myself to you,

will you let me go?

No.

All you've proved

is that you belong
in the Temple of Gaia.

Poaching?

In my woods?

Leave the animal
and go.

I am a marshal,
acting for the priests of Gaia.

And this is their oracle,

so be warned.

She is protected
by Poseidon and Keto,

and she carries
the mark of Keres.

We'll take
our chances.

Will we
skin her first?

I can hear
the fates gathering.

Hah! I am invisible.

I can see that.

Perhaps then
you'll impress your acolyte

by being the first to charge.

I'm no acolyte!

Don't let him get to you, Theo!

Yes, take the advice
of the invisible man, Theo,

and keep your distance.

Why was he within range
of enemy fire?

I tried to stop him.
I'm sorry, Medea.

Outside.

Fetch my pharmakeia.

Hurry, Alexa!

My brother's wounded?

I'm sorry, Lord Pallas,
an arrow to the chest.

Will he live?

Queen Medea
is with him.

Thank you, Alexa.

Priest Xerxes.

What do you want?

I'm here to help.

I don't need your help.

- Have you stopped the bleeding?
- Please. Let me do my work.

Majesty,

if the king's life
is at risk...

Go.

Of course.

Perhaps now you'll find
something better to do

than hang around with
cut-throats and thieves.

That's the thanks I get
for rescuing you?

When you get home,

spread a little honey
on your wounds.

I'm coming with you.

I'll have a better chance
on my own.

You're not an assassin.

Neither are you.

At least
I know what to do.

You were not
in the vision.

Just let me see you
to the city gates.

No. No.

I'd never forgive myself
if you got hurt.

I can look after myself.

I know. I know.

But...

this is something
the Gods want me to do...

Alone.

Did you not see me
coming, Oracle?

You must be losing your touch.

If he wakes,

give him
a little water.

And, Alexa,

from now on,

you only take
instructions from me,

understand?

Heavenly Apollo,
give the King strength

and keep him safe.

I've heard that my brother
is much recovered.

Yes, Lord Pallas,
we must give thanks.

Naturally.

I rejoice.

However, there are some
in his court

who feel that Athens
can ill afford a leader

who governs from a sickbed.

Take me to them.

I will correct their treachery
with the sharp edge of my sword.

Believe me,

I'm doing my level best
to identify them.

In the meantime,

you should take care.

I should take care?

I've heard that you,
General Dion,

as the King's
closest confidant,

may be a target.

Me? Really?

And of course,
there are those who blame you

for taking the King
so close to the enemy.

I didn't take him,
I tried to stop him!

What is it?

These are dark times indeed.

I'm risking my own life
by warning you.

We must both
be on our guard.

It's a trick.

Pallas is using you
to get to me.

You think
he knows about us?

The only whisperings
we need worry about

are his.

He said I might be the one
they target first.

Show a little courage for once.

I'll get a bodyguard.

A bodyguard in your own home?

What will your wife say?

She hoards gold,
and plots her escape every day.

Who can blame her?

Stop worrying and come here.

How soon before the King's
back on his feet?

A while.

Which may be
a blessing in disguise.

Where did you learn
to use a rope like that?

It was all I had growing up,

so I made the most of it.

You grew up alone, didn't you?

Another vision?

Just common sense.

You're quiet and headstrong,

not the sort who's had
to fight for attention

with brothers and sisters.

And for all your skill
with a rope,

you tie your sandals
like a woman,

so I'm guessing
your father wasn't around,

or he'd have beaten
that out of you.

And...

you grew up in
the Forest of Troezen.

The only place remote enough

for a wild boy with a rope
to run around all day

and not meet
another living soul.

Where did you learn to do that?

As an oracle,

you have to know
how to read people,

or you don't last very long.

So, that's all you do?

Read people?

No.

Sometimes, things...

come to me.

Like...

like your name, for instance.

The curse of...

whatever you're called.

How did you escape
the wild man?

The... wounds you gave him,

he lost a lot of blood,
got weak,

and I ran.

You're also a very good liar.

Fine.

You want the truth?

He let me go
because he's my brother.

He and his friend
were on their way

to rescue me
from the cyclops

when they bumped into us,

so he improvised.

My brother's not very good
at improvising.

Come on.

If we pick up the pace,

we might make it to
the Temple by nightfall.

Where is the King?

He's called
his generals together.

I tried to stop him!

Why are you up?

Where are
Pliny's forces?

And where are
the archers from Thebes?

You need to rest.

I must show my strength!

It's too soon.

Just sit.

The King cannot
see you after all.

Is everything all right?

Who's this?

This is Captain Horos.

Your new bodyguard?

I am training him

in the Pyrrhic method.

The King has asked me
to keep an eye on his affairs

at this difficult time.

I'll let you know
as soon as he's ready to meet.

Thank you.

What?

We're going to
run through.

Why?

It'll be safer.

Safer from what?

You can run,
can't you?

No. Not really.

Not now anyway.

Well, you'll have to.

You'll have to drag me.

Get up.

No.

Get up!

Or what, you'll beat me?

Then I won't even
be able to walk.

All right, we'll walk.

Not until you tell me
what's in there.

If we stand here
making a lot of noise,

like we're doing
right now,

then we really will
be in danger.

From what?

Mercenary!

Mercenary?

I killed him.

I killed him!

What did you do?

Mercenary!

Poison?

Yes.

Your knife.

Quick!

If you cut
the side of his throat,

he'll die more slowly.

When did you
get like this, Theo?

Mercenary?

Mercenary!

Just give me
the knife,

and I'll
finish him myself!

Breathe!

Breathe!

Okay, I'm breathing!

Can you move
your arms and legs?

You have to move
your arms and legs.

Can you move them?

You have to get up
and move around

as much as possible.

Theo,
get over here!

Hurry!

Enough!

I can stand on my own.

Get off.

Drink.

Sleep.

Let your dreams heal you.

There are harpies
in these woods, you know.

Hector saw one
feeding on a stag.

If you don't shut up,

I'm going to turn
into a harpy myself.

The road to Athens
is littered with furies

and mind-altering
demons...

You are not
coming with me!

Get that into your crushingly
stupid little brain.

As soon as we are
clear of these woods,

you are going home,
do you understand?

Run, Theo.

I'm not going anywhere
without you.

I'll be fine.
Just run.

Come, Mercenary,

let's see what my knife will do
to that pretty rope of yours.

Holy Mother,

ruling from Ida's Height.

Greatest and more glorious
in Olympus,

be my witness,

and watch over the keeping
of these oaths.

Be on your guard,

even in this most private
of sanctuaries.

When smoke crosses
a fallow field,

the crows take to the sky.

I wanted to ask
your opinion about something.

The Minoan arrow
that wounded the King?

Minoan?

Are you sure?

It has the enemy's
classic serrated edge.

And the bindings?

Raffia.

Does the enemy
use raffia

to bind its arrows?

No.

What does
this mean?

My husband
is a very popular king.

If someone in his own court
wanted to overthrow him,

it stands to reason

that they would need
to make his death

look like
the work of the enemy.

Someone like who?

In time of war,

it would have to be someone

who could command
the confidence of the people,

and their priests.

You're not suggesting
that Lord Pallas,

the King's brother...

Whoever it was failed.

Thankfully,
the King has survived.

But now he is weak.

You think there might
be another attempt?

If it was Pallas,

the ideal scenario

would be for someone else
to kill the King,

someone who's perhaps
close to Aegeus,

and a known opponent of Pallas.

And then Pallas could step in,

and kill the man
who killed his brother.

Everyone would
unite around him,

and, out of deference
to their beloved Aegeus,

choose Pallas to replace him.

Who would do
such a terrible thing?

He'd have to be someone
who sees the King regularly,

a general, for instance,

with aspirations of his own.

Are you suggesting
that I would kill the King?

Not you,

but someone
acting for you,

someone who would
make it seem

that they were
doing it with you.

Your bodyguard,
for instance.

Pallas knows that you're
a coward at heart, General.

That if he warned you
of a conspiracy,

you would recruit
a bodyguard.

And you fell for it...

because you, my dear general,

are as dim
as you are gutless.

No!

It's no wonder
we're losing the war

with you, General,
at the tiller.

Help me up.
I want to walk around.

Dear heart,
you're still weak.

Nonsense.

My generals are gathering
in the war room.

I must show myself strong.

Very well.

But first, drink this.

It will steady you.

Perhaps you should
sleep a little first.

The King will not be
joining us after all.

We're running short on time.

We must make decisions today.

And so we shall,

but first, a toast.

We have averted
an assassination attempt

on the King.

- Who?
- Someone close to him

who saw his injury
as an opportunity to strike.

To King Aegeus...

The King.

The King!

Sadly,

although one of the assassins
was apprehended,

his accomplice was not.

Indeed.

However,

the assassin confessed
to his master's identity.

Gentlemen.

He is among us now.

But not for long.

I've made sure of that.

Poison?

Shouldn't you at least
give the accused

the opportunity
to defend himself?

We're at war, Lord Pallas,

there's no time for trials.

But I will give him
the opportunity

to step forward,

admit his guilt now,

and smooth his journey
through the River Styx.

It was General Dion?

His bodyguard was the assassin.

He is gone.

No doubt General Dion
had aspirations of his own.

But who will command
the King's armies now?

Well, after
such a sinister betrayal,

it's perhaps no surprise

that my husband has chosen
the man closest to him.

His son, Lykos.

With all due respect,

Lykos is a boy.

The King considers that

one of his most
important qualities,

free from greed,

ambition and hubris.

Majesty...

I think I speak for
all those gathered here

when I say

you have our full
and unbridled support.

We salute you.

Queen Medea!

Queen Medea!

Queen Medea.

Home sweet home.

Priest!

Tie her
to the mouth.

These dreams don't seem to be
leading us to the Lexicon.

What else do you see?

An old man,

grey hair.

A beard.

I think he might
be drowning.

Oracle...

my mother died

before she could explain
the riddle of my life,

so I come to you,
great Oracle of Gaia.

You dragged me back here
for a vision?

Yes.

You're not
working for them?

No.

I could have answered
your question

when we first met.

I was told it had to be
here at the Temple.

Who told you that?

Only the breath

from the mouth of Gaia

can guide the Oracle.

Let me get
this straight.

You came all the way
from the Forest of Troezen

to ask your question,

but when you saw
that I'd run away,

you went after me,

risked your life,

killed a man, and a cyclops,

then dragged me back here,

all because the priests said

I had to stand over
the mouth of Gaia?

What, is that not true?

Well, the mouth helps,

but you could have
let me try!

I did.

No, you lied to me!

Would you have come
if I'd told you the truth?

No.

Oracle!

Answer the traveller's question.

I'm very disappointed in you.

What was your question again?

Why was I
brought up in hiding?

You are the son of...

a man of great power
and wealth...

Aegeus.

Your father
is the king of Athens.

And as his first born son...

you carry the Sacred Lexicon
inside of you.

The Lexicon?

A thing of unimaginable power.

- Inside me?
- It's hidden.

We will have to
work together

- to retrieve it.
- What does it do?

It leads to
the doors of Olympus.

Home of the Gods?

Any mortal who finds
his way there

is welcomed by Gods,

becomes one of them,

an immortal.

Come on.

We're leaving.

Really? Great.

Three days
is all I ask,

here in the luxury
that we can provide.

All you have to do
is eat, and sleep, and drink,

and describe
your dreams.

Out of my way.

Please, son of Aegeus,

the alternative
is imprisonment and torture.

Are you threatening me?

I would rather you were
our honored guest.

Submit, son of Aegeus,

or your friend dies!

Please. Please.

Very wise.

No!