Clash of the Titans

The oldest stories ever told are written in the stars.

Stories of time before man 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 it 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 began 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'll have a brother or a sister soon.

Think we're gonna love this child differently to the way we love you? We won't.

This child will be yours.

Me...

I'm no one's son.

I am 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.

The love we have for you...

it's that love that gods and kings fight over.

I've never understood the gods.

But even I don't question that you were saved for a reason.

And some day...

that reason

is gonna take you far away from here.

But not tonight?

Perseus. Perseus!

Getting frail, old man.

Marmara! Marmara!

Another day, nothing.

Caught on the reef.

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

Spyros, please.

Poseidon, Zeus? Who do I thank, Marmara?

-Thank the men who provoke them. -They crush my island.

They put a plague on yours.

They take from us what they want. We're their slaves.

The gods gave us life.

-For that, we should be thankful. -I'm tired of being thankful for scraps.

I'm a fisherman. Perseus is a fisherman.

They've even taken that away from us. What we are.

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 her steady!

Tekla, the wreath.

Fetch the wreath.

The statue of Zeus. Magnificent.

Something isn't right.

The soldiers, what are they doing?

Come on!

Lift it!

Hang on!

In the name of the king and queen!

Who are they?

Soldiers from Argos.

What have they done?

They've declared war. War against the gods.

-Let's turn the boat around. -No.

Do nothing.

Behind you!

Hold on!

Tekla.

Where's the boy?

Tekla!

No!

-Go! -No!

No!

Zeus, you must bring an end to this. They attack our temples!

Now they dare to desecrate Zeus' 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...

and 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've grown 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 bathe 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 say it is 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.

-Are we the last boat to come in? -No, captain.

You're the only one.

Is he one of ours?

No. We found him off Paxos amongst our dead.

He was the only survivor.

Let the palace figure out what to do with him.

Squad by 4!

Go on.

Because if we show the gods our love...

they shall show us love in return. They shall.

They gave us the corn in the fields, the sun in the sky.

These are all gifts given to us.

Gifts can be taken away. This will be taken away...

if we do not pay love to our gods.

If we do not, we stay in filth and misery, which we have brought upon ourselves.

-Move. Out of the way. -Our gods, we beg for the whip--

The beauty and clarity of servitude.

Man cannot rule man. You defy 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 have 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's 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 provoke the gods and you act as if there will be no consequence.

Well, 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 of 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. You're making a spectacle.

Interesting.

You!

You are specks of dust beneath our fingernails.

Your very breath is a gift from Olympus.

You have insulted powers beyond your comprehension.