Clash of the Titans

The oldest stories ever told, are written in the stars.

Stories of time before men and gods, when Titans ruled the Earth.

The Titans were powerful, but their reign was ended by their own sons,

Zeus, Poseidon and Hades.

Zeus convinced his brother Hades to create a beast so strong

that could defeat their parents.

And from his own flesh, Hades gave birth to an unspeakable horror.

The Kraken.

Zeus became King of the heavens.

Poseidon King of the seas.

And Hades, tricked by Zeus,

was left to rule the underworld in darkness and in misery.

It was Zeus who created man, and man's prayers fed the Gods' immortality.

But in time, mankind grew restless.

They begun to question the Gods and finally rise up against them.

Into this world, a child was born.

A boy who would change everything.

Perseus.

What is it son?

I will have a brother or a sister soon.

You think we're gonna love this child

differently to the way we love you... But we won't.

This child will be yours.

Me...I'm no one's son.

I'm your father Perseus, Marmara is your mother,

and you'll always be our son.

The bond between us, is much more than flesh and bone.

But the love we have for you, it's that love that Gods and kings are fight over.

I never understood the Gods,

but even I don't question that you're saved for a reason.

And someday, that reason, is gonna take you far away from here.

But not tonight.

TWELVE YEARS LATER

Perseus!

Getting frail, old man.

Marmara! Marmara!

Another day...Nothing!

Caught on the reef!

To whom do we direct our gratitude for this glorious bounty?

- Spyros, please. - Poseidon? Zeus?

- Who do I thank Marmara? - Thank the men who provoked them.

They crushed my island, they put a plague on yours.

They take from us what they want. We are their slaves.

The Gods gave us life. For that, we should be thankful.

I'm tired of being thankful for scraps.

I am a fisherman, Perseus is a fisherman, and they've even taken that away from us.

What we are. And still they want us to love them anyway.

One day, somebody's gonna have to make a stand.

One day somebody's gonna have to say enough.

Just like the day you came to me.

The storm brought me right to you.

I know you have questions, son. I wish I had the answers.

I have everything I need. Right here.

Good night, son.

Hold it steady!

Tekla, take the wreath. Fetch the wreath.

The Statue of Zeus! Magnificent!

Something isn't right.

The soldiers, what are they doing?

Hang on!

- Who are they? - Soldiers from Argos.

- What have they done? - They declared war.

The war against the Gods.

- Let's turn the boat around. - No! Do nothing.

Where is the boy?!

Zeus, you must bring an end to this!

They attacked our temples! Now they dared to disgrace Zeus's image.

- We could reach out to them. - An accommodation could be made, a truce!

No!

I created them, and they reward my love with... Defiance?!!

There will be no truce!

Finally, some rage from you.

How long has it been? How long brother?

Since you've seen my face?

Hades.

Endless years, I've watched from the Underworld.

I saw your wrath tempered with love.

You created them for one reason,

so their prayers would fuel our immortality.

But you love them too well.

They grow strong, and now, I am forced to rise because we are all threatened.

- What do you want brother? - Let me loose upon them.

They will pray again, and you will bathed in their awe and fear.

And we will grow strong again.

He belongs in the Underworld, not here.

You do not tell me where I belong.

You said it's love that feeds us,

but you depend on their love.

I've only learned to live on their fear...

- Their pain. - Zeus, our brother speaks the truth.

Hear him.

Go, do what you will.

- Father, we need the mortals. - No, Apollo.

Hades is right. Their insolence has a price.

Like children, they need to be reminded of the order of things.

Set an example brother.

Turn them on each other.

And back into our arms.

ARGOS

- We are the last boat to come in? - No captain, you are the only one.

- Is he one of ours? - No, we found him on the packs amongst our dead.

- He was the only survivor. - Let the palace figure out what to do with him.

Go on.

They gave us the corn in the fields, and the sun and the sky. These are all the gifts given to us.

The gifts, they can be taken away. This would be taken away, if we do not pay love to our gods.

If you do not wish to stay in our filth and misery which we are brought upon ourselves.

- Argos, as for we bid for the whip... - Out of the way!

The beauty and clarity of servitude.

Man can not rule man, you fight the Gods and you will be punished.

- Is this all there is? - We lost many men, Your Majesty.

But we have victory.

To King Kepheus, to Queen Cassiopeia!

No ...

To you.

Our mighty legion, our heroes, who'd dared to strike a blow

at the heart of Zeus!

The temples are burning, the statues have fallen.

We have starved them of our prayers.

Tonight, after a generation of struggle,

the sun does not set over the ocean.

It sets on Olympus itself!

A new era has begun.

The era of Man!

That frown doesn't suit you Andromeda. Have something to drink, you'll feel more lively.

Andromeda ...

- What is your name? - Perseus.

Take this. Please, drink.

- Hands off! - Enough!

Our daughter, the missionary.

Have you seen what's happening out there?

Have you even bothered to look?

We serve as an inspiration.

Hundreds of our men have lost their lives.

Yet we celebrate.

You are provoking the Gods, and you act like there won't be no consequence.

And what do you want? Should we be afraid?

Should we be trembling and soiling ourselves in fear?

The Gods need us. They need our worship.

What do we need from them?

- Look at my daughter. - Don't.

What could be more divine than her face?

More beautiful than all the women of Greece, more beautiful than Aphrodite herself.

The Olympians should envy her. We are the Gods now!

My queen ...

Interesting.

You are specks of dust underneath our fingernails.

Your very breath is a gift from Olympus.

You have insulted powers beyond your comprehension.

Who are you?

I am Hades.

Kneel.

Not now Perseus, you will have your chance.

What do you know of beauty?

What is more beautiful than death?

Gaze upon me mortal queen.

- Mother! - Sit!

In ten days, when the sun is eclipsed.

I will unleash the Kraken.

Argos will be swept from the earth, and all of you with it.

Unless, you sacrifice the princess,

you so foolishly compared to the Gods.

Only her blood will sate the Kraken

and Zeus, who you have so offended.

Choose your penance Argos, destruction or sacrifice.

This is the will of Zeus,

the will of your father.

There's a demigod in Argos.

That's impossible.

He's Yours.

His name is Perseus.

We could offer him sanctuary.

Have I heard his prayers?

The son knows no love for me.

He is no different from any of the others who have turned their backs on us.

One of us, our demigod. Speak!

- I am not a demigod. - Who are you? why were you sent?

I don't know.

My advice against it Sira, he's not to be trusted.

What did you have me do?! Draco!

Leave him.

Is it possible? If it's true, you are the son of Zeus.

You can save us.

- You must save us. - I can't save you, I'm just a man.

My Lord, as terrible as it is to out of the words a sacrifice is the only way.

- Don't even say a word! - He's right.

No one should have to die for me.

Let Perseus go.

Sira, we need to get the princess out of the city now.

- We'll find a place to hide her. - You can't hide her from Hades.

So says the bastard son of a God.

My father...was killed by a God.

My mother, sister ...

Everyone I loved was killed by God.

I mend nets, not whirled the sword.

Demigod, you have a visitor.

She says, she knows you.

My name is Io, Perseus.

How do you know me?

I watched you all your life. I guided you to your family.

- You are God? - There are Gods and there are men.