Olympus (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Daedalus - full transcript

I'm looking for
the Oracle of Gaia.

I'm the oracle.

My mother died

before she could explain
the riddle of my life.

Your father
is the King of Athens!

You carry the sacred Lexicon
inside of you.

The Lexicon is a riddle, indeed,

but you will eventually
unravel its mysteries,

and when you do,
our enemies will be swept away.

What does it do?

It leads
to the doors of Olympus.



Why was he
within range of enemy fire?

We have averted

an assassination attempt
on the King.

But who will command
the King's armies now?

His son, Lykos.

Submit, son of Aegeus,
or your friend dies.

No!

A serpent
with a line of

yellow diamonds
running down its spine.

The serpent is coiled
round the waist of a maiden...

with long, plaited hair.

They are dancing in a circle.

A blind prophet
watches the dance.

He wears a crown
of white flowers.



In one hand, he holds a scythe,

in the other, an olive branch.

A ring?

They dance
to the speed of time.

The ring of the Magi.

Where is the ring?

I don't see a ring.

The five maidens
are your five fingers,

and the serpent
is the sacred ring.

You know where it is.

No.

A beast!

A beast!

What sort of beast?

Son of Aegeus!
What sort of beast?

I don't know.

Then we will have to
probe deeper.

Wait!

Let me take his seed.

Why would you help us?

To save him
from your clumsy method.

I'll have a better
chance than you,

if you let me
do it my way.

If you fail,
I'll kill you.

Your needle might kill him.

My mouth
will only leave him spent.

Are you strong enough to fight?

No.

What do you mean "no"?
You have to fight.

Wake up, Mercenary,
or we will die here.

Stop!

Wake up!

Don't hurt him!

No!

For my brother.

Preparing another
of your plays, Lykos?

Don't I look like

the real thing to you, Mother?

Take it off.

Would you have me lead
the King's armies in a tunic?

Don't be ridiculous.

I didn't put you in charge
so you could lead.

I feel ready,

and I'm full of ideas.

That's very funny.

Now, listen carefully.

You will attend each and every
strategy meeting,

but if you so much
as open your mouth,

I'll send you to Priest Xerxes
for another of his purges.

I'll lose the respect
of my generals.

You can't lose something
you don't have.

Your job is to watch and listen
and report back to me.

Come here.

Remember,

we're a team, you and I.

We rely on each other.

And when we've solved
the riddle of the Lexicon,

your day will come.

I promise.

We must move the Abyssinian archers
to bolster the west wall.

Won't that leave
the east wall too exposed?

The east wall is taller.

But if King Minos'
foot soldiers

surprise us with
another night attack,

moving across no man's land
like silent snakes,

they'll have time to climb
before they're seen.

We'll need to take that risk.

Our King's impetuous tactics

have left
the west wall vulnerable

and him on a sick bed.

It's time to change our course.

Please, General Proteus,

show a little sensitivity.

This is war,
Lord Pallas.

I have no time for milk teeth
and mealy-mouthed mandarins.

My men are dying,
in droves.

What is your view,
Prince Lykos?

As Commander in Chief, this is,
technically, your decision.

You're not
seriously suggesting

that we listen
to a boy.

Lykos?

We're wasting time.

General Priam,

move the Abyssinian archers
to the west wall

before nightfall.

No.

I mean...

yes.

The Prince has
his father's tactical flair.

What I meant was

move them as you suggest,

in broad daylight,

so that the enemy scouts see.

But then, quietly replace them
with the regiment from Thebes.

Utter nonsense.

The regiment from Thebes

is in no condition
to face the enemy.

Oh, they'll be quite safe.

The enemy won't attack
the west wall,

seeing it guarded
by Abyssinian archers.

But the men of Thebes
look nothing like Abyssinians.

Have them swap armour.

Subterfuge?

From a distance,
they will look the same.

But we will offend Apollo,
god of light and truth.

And earn the respect of Ares,
god of war.

When the enemy
climbs the east wall at night,

believing it's unguarded,

the real Abyssinian archers
will be waiting for them.

Enough. This is war,
not theatre.

It worked
in the Elysian campaign.

Thrace camouflaged its men
and won.

That's ancient history.

But it might just work.

Are you suggesting...?

Yes.

As you said, General,
it's time to change course.

Out of my way!

I am your king!

How dare you!

I am perfectly all right!

Can you tell these idiots
to leave me alone?

It's wonderful to see you
out of bed, dearest,

but you shouldn't
push yourself too hard.

I am the King of Athens.

I walk in step with the gods.

I don't know a man alive

as strong, as powerful as you,
dear heart.

I still catch my breath

at the sight of you
standing tall.

Most men would curl up
and die from your wound,

but you shrug it off
as if it were a scratch.

Call my generals together.

I have fresh plans
for a bold counter-attack.

How exciting.

What sort of plans?

Tomorrow, we throw open
the gates of Athens

and charge the enemy.

I see...

but aren't Minos' troops
well-entrenched?

If we die,

we die like Athenians,

with fire in our hearts.

And what becomes
of your family, dearest?

No more cowering behind
the walls of Athens.

Every last man
fights to the death.

What's this?

A tonic.

If we hurry,

we might reach the foothills
of Breva by nightfall.

And then?

North to Athens,
of course.

In that case, I'll say goodbye.

I'm heading south,

back to the forest
of Troezen.

Why?

It's my home.

And when do you plan

to seek out your father,
the King?

What makes you think

I have any interest
in meeting the King of Athens?

Because he's your father.

And what about the Lexicon?

What makes you think

I have any interest
in the Lexicon?

Wait, wait!
Are you serious?

Perhaps you don't
fully understand.

Inside you,
if you can only figure it out,

lies the power
to open the doors to Olympus,

and anyone
who enters Olympus,

home of the gods,

becomes a god.

So, in short, you, Mercenary,

have the power

to turn mortal men
into immortal gods.

Really?

What do you mean "really"?

I'm happy as I am.

So you think

you can just go back
to your simple life

in the forest of Troezen

and no one will bother you?

Yes.

And the priests of Gaia,

their allies, acolytes
and associates

will just leave you alone

to hunt and fish
and sleep in the sun?

I'll take my chances.

Your mother
brought you up in hiding

because she knew
you'd inherited the Lexicon.

You leave my mother out of this.

And now you're
out in the open,

you will be hunted down,
tortured, bled, starved,

and generally kept
on the very edge of death

until you give up the Lexicon.

And why do you care?

Do you want
to be a god?

No.

No, I want to stop the war
and save Athens.

War?

Don't tell me you didn't know

that King Minos' armies
have Athens surrounded.

King Minos?

Oh, Mercenary, you really have
led a sheltered life.

So let me get this straight.

Even though Athens
is in the grip of a bloody war,

you want me
to march into the King's palace

and say, "Hello, King,

you don't know me,
but I'm your son"?

Yes.

Well...

You're making this
very awkward, Mercenary.

Goodbye, Oracle.

I'm not leaving you!

You won't like
the forest of Troezen.

No, we are not going to
the forest of Troezen!

His son?

Are you sure?

The visions were very clear.

You bled him?

Just to see
if he was genuine.

Once I'd established that,

I intended to bring him
to you, of course.

Of course.

But instead,
you let him go.

And the ring?

He appeared
not to know about the ring.

But you could tell
he was lying.

Yes.

I'm reasonably sure
he knew where it was.

Reasonably?

Perhaps that's your problem,
Priest Cyrus,

you're too reasonable,

grown fat

on the sweet juice
of my benevolence.

You need sharpening up.

And maybe a little help
from the Paladin.

Please, ma'am,

there really is no need
to involve the warrior priests.

I am more than capable

of finding
the Mercenary myself.

Athena's trail
of blood and roses

will light your path.

In fact,
I'm reasonably sure

he's headed south,

back to the forest of Troezen.

Thankfully,
you don't have to be reasonable.

You just need
to keep step

with the cloven hooves
of the east wind.

Kouros?

Fire!

The fields are burning!

Water.

An older son, Aegeus?

Water.
I need to drink.

Was she fair or dark? Hmm?

And why didn't you
take her as your queen?

I am in no mood
for riddles, Medea.

You knew my son didn't have
Lexicon inside him

because you'd already
given it up!

Why?

The Lexicon
is not just a riddle,

it is a curse,

an angry, dangerous beast.

Coward!

I didn't know you then!

If I had, I would have
trusted you to guide me.

But instead,
you lied to me.

What else could I do?

My people look up to me

because they believe
I was chosen by the gods.

What was her name?

I don't know.

She was a chance encounter.

You disgust me.

Why can't I walk?

How long have I
been asleep?

Not long enough.

What does that mean?

These are troubling times.

I need room to manoeuvre.

You?

There.

17,000 times heavier
than a common honey bee,

yet twice the proportional speed
of the average seagull.

A seagull.

A seagull...

Are you hurt?

What's that got to do with it?

- You were flying.
- Genius.

- Who are you?
- Oh, wait, don't tell me.

You must be
the offspring of Hermes,

god of quicksilver.

Let me help you
off with that.

Touch it and I'll set loose
the marauding hordes of Photius.

- It's an old man.
- "It?" What are you, a harpy?

No.
I'm a woman.

In that case,
out of my way, harpy.

I'm not in your way.

You made these wings?

More dazzling brilliance.

Indeed, I did, son of Hermes.

But not well enough.

Hold this.

Apollo, god of light and the sun,

truth and prophecy, healing,

music, poetry,

plague, archery, colonization,

medicine, herds and flocks...

and intellectual inquiry...

take me, Daedalus.

- Daedalus?
- Daedalus!

Take me,

your humble servant...

as penance...

for my son.

Oh!

What do you think you're doing?

Let go.

Pull him up!

It's Daedalus the inventor!

He's a genius.

We should move under cover.

Minos' men! Quick!

Get me out of this.

Minos' men? Really?
Are you sure?

What did they see?

How are our generals?

Argumentative as always.

Anything
I should know?

No.

I did as you asked...

watched and listened.

- We missed our session today.
- Yes.

I'm working on something else.

Go to sleep.

My dear Prince,

it appears
that your strategy worked.

The timing, location,

even the number of men,

all exactly as you predicted.

General Proteus is both
embarrassed and delighted.

In fact, he's so delighted,

that he's taken
most of the credit.

What?

From now on,

he's sure to hang
on your every word,

in case he can come up
with more brilliant ideas.

Perhaps we should
stop and rest.

Holy mother,

have you brought me together
with the son of Aegeus

so that he can lead me
to the King's door?

If that is your wish,
why does he fight me so?

Please, holy mother,

help me persuade him
to go to Athens,

but most of all,

give me the strength
and the courage

to avert
your sacred vision and...

King of Athens! King of Athens!

...Kill his father...

the King.

Son...

Icarus...

No...

No...

You must pay tribute
to the gods.

Apollo, father of light,
will deliver you from your pain.

Gods?

Gods care nothing for us.

You cannot carry
your grief alone.

What do you know of grief?

I know that your son
wouldn't want you to suffer.

The ring of the Magi.

You know
what this means?

You don't?

No.

Do you expect me
to believe that?

Where is it?

- I don't know.
- Yes, you do,

or you wouldn't be
drawing that symbol...

a symbol
you've seen before.

Wait. Wait.
That's it, isn't it?

You've seen it before,

but you can't remember
where, right?

Something like that.

You've got
the ring of the Magi!

- No!
- Yes, you do!

- Where is it?
- I don't know!

- Guess!
- Guess?

What good is that
if he doesn't know?

He does know!

Why is it so important?

It belonged to King Aegeus.

Actually,
he stole it.

Exactly.

What does it do?

No one knows.

Then why do you care?

Because
it's extraordinarily powerful.

But what good is that
if you don't know what it does?

I, like everyone else
on this Earth,

would like to find out.

Where
are you going?

To look for the ring.

Where?

In the forest of Troezen.

Oh, I see.

You've had this plan all along,
haven't you?

You're going to go home
and fetch the ring

so that your father,
King Aegeus,

knows who you are
when you knock on his door.

- His father is King Aegeus?!
- Quiet!

Don't you talk to me like that,
young lady.

I'll have you know
I consort with kings!

It's hidden somewhere,
isn't it?

You're not coming
with me, Oracle.

You're an Oracle?

- No. We have to stay together.
- Why?

The gods brought us together
for a reason.

- How do you know?
- I'm an Oracle!

Look, Daedalus fell out
of the sky and into our laps.

Don't you think
that's a little odd?

I mean, it's Daedalus!

Fate?

No.

Impossible.

But if the ring is
in the forest of Troezen,

you must take me
to it right away.

Come on.

I'll lead the way.

No point in arguing
with a woman, son.

Now...

tell me about
your father, the King,

and how it is you came here
in the forest

with only a harpy for company.

The black dove means
we've lost them, doesn't it?

All I'm saying

is we don't need
to deliver the bad news yet.

No!

It's... beautiful.

Thank you.

The Commander-in-Chief

should carry a sword
worthy of his status.

And the Prince
must always be ready

to assume the throne.

Sit.

There's nobody
here but us.

Aren't you at least
a little curious?

There's nothing wrong
with seeing what it feels like.

Prince Lykos.

The military council of Athens
offer you this ritual honour.

A sacrifice
to celebrate our great victory,

as thanks to the holy father,
Ares, god of war.

Strike clean.
Strike at the heart.

What's wrong
with him?

Did he lose his nerve?

No, I don't think that's it.

What then?

He didn't want to hurt him.

On the contrary.

I think he wanted to hold him.

Are you suggesting...?

But he's heir to the throne!

You're an example
to us all, Prince Lykos.

I do hope
I'm not disturbing you.

I've brought something

which would help
your followers greatly.

A scribe

to collect
your thoughts and ideas

as a daily memorandum

to those
who walk in your shadow.

If you approve,

he will become
a trusted and loyal servant...

eager to please,

whenever, wherever.

Kiss your Lord and Master.

What is your name?

Kimon.

Stand, please, Kimon.

What would you like us
to work on first, Uncle?

Uncle?

The impossible challenge

involved stringing
a thread through a conch shell.

The conch, as I'm certain
you're well aware,

is a veritable labyrinth
of tiny twisting passageways.

Completely impregnable
I hear you say.

Well, think again.

I smeared a little honey
around one hole of the shell,

and then tied the thread
to a carpenter ant

and sent it through the other.

It was only
a matter of time before...

Son of Aegeus?

Where did he go?

Very odd.

He was just here,

spellbound by my account
of the Cocalus challenge.

Mercenary!

Mercenary!

Come to me...

Come...

Come. Come to me.

Come.

Come to me.

Come to me.

Come...

Come where?

Come. Come...

Come to me.

Come to me.

Don't look at her!

Help me hold him down!

She's a siren, Mercenary!

A demon nymph!
She'll lead you to Hades!

No!

Let me go!

Don't look at her!

She wants to help me!

Can't you see
she's not human!

Cover his eyes!
The eyes!

- I'm trying!
- Try harder!

Medea.

I need a company of men,

our very best troops,
spies, too,

for a special mission.

How many men?

20, 30. Trackers, too.

They might need to split up

and search different parts
of the forest to the south.

Search for what?

No one can know
about this, Lord Pallas.

You understand?

I'm afraid you're
talking to the wrong man.

Your son, Prince Lykos,
is our Commander-in-Chief now.

No one can do anything
without his consent.

He's made that very clear.

Now that we know
just how gullible the enemy is,

we can experiment.

Lykos. A word, please.

- I wouldn't be surprised if...
- Lykos!

What is it mother?

A moment of your time, please.

Of course.

I'll come and find you

as soon as I've finished
setting the day's agenda.

- Now.
- As you can see, I'm very busy.

But Kimon will make sure

to remind me
to come and look for you.

And I don't see why

we shouldn't plan
some stealth attacks of our own.

Something bold,
something daring.

This is
a very dangerous crossing.

Genius.

Let me go home on my own

and I'll return
once I've found the ring.

I've saved your life
twice, Mercenary.

Don't you think
that now, finally,

you should just accept
that you're safer with me?

And frankly,

I don't trust you
to find he ring on your own.

Mercenary!

You dare look for me.

I will colour your soul
and make you mine.

Are you all right, Mercenary?

Tracks.

What happened?

What? You didn't see it?

See what?

It seems the gods don't want me
to find their ring.

Gods?

Mother.

Abyssinian archers ambushing
the enemy at night, Lykos?

- It worked, Mother.
- That's not the point.

Morale is returning.

Our generals feel
confident again.

And where does that
leave your father?

If we make progress,
win important victories,

and hand him back the army

in better shape
than he left it,

won't he thank us?

It's not him I'm worried about,
it's his court.

If they get the idea
they can do better without him,

we'll all be in terrible danger.

I will protect us, Mother.

No one will hurt me.
I carry the sacred Lexicon.

I doubt that

even the promise
of the Lexicon will help you.

You might win a few battles
against King Minos,

but believe me,

your court, its priests,
noblemen and generals,

aren't as easy.

Is everything
all right, Majesty?

For the first time
in my life...

I have my mother's respect.

How do we get down?

Climb.

Is there no other way?