أول 200 سطر.
You look just like him.
Your dad.
He'd stand there, just staring at the ocean.
I don't suppose there's any way I can talk you
out of going down there?
You could try, but you'd be wasting your time.
Even if you locate the wreckage of his sub, what then?
I have to know what happened to him.
Do you think your dad would have wanted you to risk your life?
When he took the sub down...
..he knew he wasn't coming back.
He gave it to me before he left.
He told me that one day I'd understand.
I need to know.
I hope you find it.
Whatever it is you're looking for.
You're clear to dive. 'Roger that.'
Mac?
Mac? Come in!
Mac!
Jason.
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Sorry.
I'm dreaming.
Ooh.
No, no, no.
This lizard thing attacked me.
Sorry!
Ah! Oh.
Arghh...
Ugh! Oh!
Oh!
Thank you. Thanks, thank you.
What exactly were you doing out there?
Search every house! Find him! Open up in there!
I didn't do anything.
One minute I was on the sub,
and there was something in the water, a white light,
and the next thing I know, I'm waking up on the beach,
and there's this city,
and everyone's wearing strange clothes,
and there's a two-headed lizard,
and people with swords, they're chasing me,
and they're firing arrows at me.
I know it's insane. What's a "sub"?
Open up! Open up.
By order of King Minos, open up! No! Please. Please.
Who is it you are looking for?
A fugitive.
No, no, no! That's mine. No!
As you can see, there is no-one else here.
Really?!
Argh.
What happened? You passed out. You've lost a lot of blood.
Where am I?
You're in Atlantis.
Atlantis?
As in "The Lost City of Atlantis"?
As in the mythological city under the ocean?
Why do you call it lost? How could a city exist under the ocean?
Surely everyone would drown?
Either I'm dreaming or I'm hallucinating.
Or I'm dead.
Am I dead?
No, you're very much alive, although I think you're delirious.
I'm sorry. I'm forgetting my manners.
I'm Pythagoras.
Pythagoras? You're joking?
You're the triangle guy.
How did you know I've been thinking about triangles?
I'm in Ancient Greece.
And who, pray tell, is this?
You didn't tell me your name.
It's Jason. He was injured, the guards were after him.
And you chose to hide him here?
Are you out of your mind?
Don't mind Hercules.
You're Hercules?
I see my reputation has preceded me.
Tell me. What have you heard? Do people tell stories?
What do they say? Well, they generally say you're getting fat.
I'm not fat! I am heavily built, powerful. I have big bones.
In your stomach? You'll have to excuse my friend.
He is under the deluded impression that he is amusing. Tell me.
Your injury. Can you walk?
Yes. I think so. Good. Then we shan't detain you any longer.
I'm sure you're a good man, an excellent man,
but I, for one, am not about to risk my neck to save yours.
See that he's gone by the time I get back.
Where are you going? That is none of your concern.
So, what brings you... to Atlantis?
I was searching for my father.
He lives here in Atlantis?
I don't know. I...
I don't know where to start.
Your necklace?
I have seen this symbol before.
Where?
In the Temple of Poseidon.
It is the mark of the Oracle.
If you're looking for your father, she may be able to help you.
You wish to see the Oracle?
She is expecting you.
What is it you wish to know?
There must be many questions to which you wish to know the answer.
What is this place?
Where am I?
This world and the world you journeyed from
are just two worlds among many.
Why does it feel so familiar to me?
How can that be?
There are some memories that can never be erased.
How can I have memories of a place that I have never been?
You cannot.
You're saying that this is where I'm from?
That I was born in Atlantis?
Your father took you to the other world when you were still a baby.
Why?
Why would he do that?
You have many enemies here in Atlantis.
You must tell no-one that you journeyed through the gateway.
My father.
Is he here in Atlantis?
What happened to him?
Your father...
..walks among the dead.
My mother?
I was told that she died shortly after I was born?
Is this true?
Who was she?
There are some things that even I...
cannot see.
Then, if my father's dead, why am I here?
Why was I brought here?
You were drawn here...
..by forces so powerful that they stretch between the worlds.
Yeah, but why? Jason...
..only you...
can bring an end to the people's fear and suffering.
What do you mean?
What am I to do?
We tell ourselves we are lost, but really we know what we must do.
I don't know anything about this world.
The first rays of the rising sun...
..will light the path you must follow.
I don't understand.
Answer me.
I need to know more. You must go now.
No, no, I have too many questions.
There is nothing more the Oracle can tell you, you must leave.
Go!
Why did you not tell him the truth?
Because...
..it will be much safer for him if he doesn't know who he really is.
Did you see the Oracle?
And did she have any knowledge of your father?
She told me my father is dead.
I am truly sorry for your loss.
Will you be returning home now?
I'm not sure where my home is.
I never truly felt I belonged where I came from.
I was always searching for something...
Until now, I didn't know why.
What are they doing?
The tributes will be selected tomorrow.
They have come to pray to Poseidon.
What are these tributes?
Each year, Atlantis is required to send seven of its citizens
as an offering to the Minotaur.
That actually exists? Well, of course.
They say it was once a man.
When he defied the gods, they punished him,
turning him into a monster, cursed to feed on human flesh.
And you just send these people to their deaths?
Well, if we do not, then the gods will punish us.
Poseidon, the Earth-Shaker, will lay waste to the city.
That's insane. Seven die so 20,000 can live.
That's what we tell ourselves each year, but it doesn't make it any easier.
It's getting late.
There is a curfew the night before they select the tributes.
They don't want to give people the chance
to submit to their fear and flee the city.
Do you have somewhere to stay tonight? No.
Then you shall stay with us.
What about Hercules?
He's usually so drunk when he returns from the tavern,
he won't even notice you're there.
I don't wish to be rude...
but what, in the name of the gods, is he still doing here?
I said he could stay with us.
He has just learnt that his father is dead.
I am very sorry to hear that, but we are harbouring a fugitive.
And I think you're forgetting, it's MY house.
And I think you're forgetting who settled your gambling debts
to prevent your house being sold from under your feet.
I paid you back. No, you didn't actually.
I am GOING to pay you back.
He hasn't got anywhere else to go.
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