All language subtitles for 300 Rise of an Empi

The Oracle's words stand as a warning.

A prophecy.

Sparta will fall.

All of Greece will fall.

And Persian fire will
reduce Athens to cinder.

For Athens is a pile of stone
and wood and cloth and dust...

...and, as dust,
will vanish into the wind.

Only the Athenians themselves exist.

And the fate of the world hangs
on their every syllable.

Only the Athenians exist.

And only stout wooden ships can save them.

Wooden ships...

...and a tidal wave of heroes' blood.

Leonidas, my husband...

...Leonidas, your King...

...Leonidas and the brave 300 are dead.

The free men and women of Greece
are not bound by a beautiful Spartan death.

War is not their love.

Yet he lay down his life for them.

For the promise Greece holds.

It is our enemies who forged our freedom
in the fires of war.

It was King Darius
who came to take our land.

Ten years ago,
when youth still burned in our eyes...

...before this bitter war
forced our children to become men.

Ten years ago, this war began...

...as all wars begin:

With a grievance.

Marathon.

The Persian King, Darius...

...annoyed by the notion of Greek freedom...

...has come to Greece to bring us to heel.

He makes landfall at the field of Marathon...

...with an invading force which outnumbers
the Greek defenders three-to-one.

And so at dawn, the hopeless Athenians
do the unthinkable.

They attack.

They attack the weary Persians as they disembark
their ships on shaky legs after a month at sea.

They attack before they can establish their
war camp and supply their soldiers.

And who is the architect
of this mad strategy?

A little-known Athenian soldier.

His men call him...

...Themistokles.

He gives the Persians a taste
of Athenian shock combat.

All thoughts of glory are gone.

Thousands dead.

Hundreds of them their own.

All for an idea: A free Greece...

...an Athenian experiment
called "democracy."

Could this idea be worth it?

Worth all this sacrifice?

Themistokles would let
the good King Darius decide.

For through the chaos a moment appeared.

And Themistokles would seize it.

A moment that would ring across the centuries.

A moment that would raise him from simple soldier
to the height of Athenian political power.

No....

A moment that would make
Themistokles a legend.

Yet even as the praise and glory
were heaped upon him.

Themistokles knew in his heart
he had made a mistake.

It was Darius' son, Xerxes...

...whose eyes had the stink
of destiny about them.

Themistokles knew
he should have killed that boy.

That glorious mistake
would forever haunt him.

And so it was Themistokles himself who
sent a ripple across the Persian empire...

...and set into motion forces that would
bring fire to the heart of Greece.

For as the good King lay dying...

...all his greatest generals and
advisors were summoned to his bedside.

None greater than his finest
naval commander, Artemisia.

Her ferocity bested only by her beauty.

Her beauty matched only
by her devotion to her King.

Darius favored Artemisia among his generals for
she had brought him victory on the battlefield.

In her, he had the perfect warrior protégée
that his son, Xerxes, would never be.

So sweet, my child.

My sweet...

...child.

Father.

Xerxes.

Do not repeat your father's mistake.

Leave the ignoble Greeks to their ways.

Only the gods can defeat them.

Only the gods....

For seven days, Xerxes mourned...

...paralyzed by grief.

On the eighth day, Artemisia whispered the
seed of madness that would consume him.

Your father's words were not a warning...

...but a challenge.

Only the gods can defeat the Greeks?

You will be a God-King.

Artemisia gathered the priests, wizards
and mystics from every corner of the empire.

They wrapped the young King in Cimmerian
gauze dipped in ancient potions...

...and set him to wander the desert...

...till in a delirium of heat and thirst,
he stumbled upon a hermit's cave.

Xerxes passed the vacant eyes...

...and empty souls of the hollow creatures that
dwell in the dark corners of all men's hearts.

And in that darkness...

...he surrendered himself completely...

...to power so evil and perverse...

...that, as he emerged...

...no part of a human man
that was Xerxes survived.

His eyes blazed like scarlet coals.

He was stripped, cleansed,
glabrous and smooth.

Xerxes was reborn a god.

Artemisia trusted no one.

So in the cover of night...

...the palace was cleansed
of all Xerxes' allies.

All those he trusted...

...all those who had raised him...

...all those he had
once looked to for counsel...

...were quickly introduced to her wrath.

And as the God-King
stood before his people...

...Artemisia watched her flawless
manipulation take shape.

- For glory's sake...
- For glory's sake...

...for vengeance's sake...
...for vengeance's sake...

...war.

...war.

War is coming to Greece...

...in the visage of a monster army
over a million strong.

It should be little more than a formality
for Themistokles, the hero of Marathon...

...to finish what he began.

Please. We must appeal to Xerxes' reason.

Coward. Athens is a city of cowards.
Shut your cock hole. Shut your own.

I will kill you. Fuck the Spartans.
Fuck those muscle-bound boy-lovers.

Silence. Silence for the hero of Marathon.
This is a democracy, not a street fight.

Quiet. It's Themistokles.

The Persian attack will come
from both the north and the south.

The city-states should negotiate a truce.

Yes, yes, we must negotiate.

Negotiate with tyranny?

Give me one example of when
that has ever profited a nation.

- You're right. We must unite.
- My fellow countrymen...

...we can only judge the future...

...from what we have suffered in the past.

Now, many of you here
stood with me at Marathon.

And for those of you who served
and faced the cut and thrust of battle...

...you know how true peace is forged.

Do not be deceived.

Xerxes, the son of Darius...

...is a wolf at our door.

Right here, right now...

...we must choose:

Do we stand and fight for Greece or not?

Argos...

...Corinth...

...Megara...

...Athens. Not even Sparta
can match the Persians alone.

We must persevere as one nation.

Or we will perish clinging onto
our own self-interests.

Send us the ships that we need
to defend Greece.

Themistokles will need more
than our cities' ships.

He will need our children
to join the fight.

And what of Sparta?

You send every ship that we have...

...to the northern coast of Euboea.

I will go and seek the help
of the great Spartans.

Still no word from the messenger
you sent to Sparta.

King Leonidas may have been insulted
by your generous offer.

Perhaps I need to march into Sparta
myself and burn it to the ground.

Remember...

...when a King is loved as I am...

...much can be accomplished.

They would be fools
to resist my divine power.

Athens is attempting to assemble a coalition.
It will be nothing more than a patchwork of ships.

Once these waters have been traversed,
I will lead my force across the land.

I will remind the cowards of Greece
that we have not forgotten their insolence.

Rest and water the horses.

It's best I go alone.

Spartans don't get along well with others.

- Spartans.
- Themistokles.

You old snake.

- What brings you this far south?
- I have come to see Leonidas.

To warn him that the Persians are
on the march. You're too late.

Persian messenger already presented
his terms to Leonidas.

Symbolic offering of earth and water.

Spartans.

Know this and know it well.

That any Spartan's finest moment...

...the greatest fulfillment
of all he holds dear...

...is that moment...

...when he has fought his heart out
for the preservation of Sparta...

...and lies dead on the battlefield...

...victorious.

Now...

...who is willing to die at
our King's side? Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

Themistokles.

You have come a long way to stroke your
cock whilst watching real men train.

Queen Gorgo.

Shouldn't he be training them
to live at their King's side?

A new age is dawning, Gorgo.

Won't be long before men rise up
and shed the yoke of mysticism and tyranny.

- That sounds like a threat.
- No.

An opportunity to join the rest of free
Greece and stand against a true tyrant.

Unless, of course, you and Leonidas
have already made a deal with Xerxes.

No terms were reached.

Xerxes' messenger was...
Well, he was rude and he lacked respect.

He didn't understand the same threats made
in Thebes and Athens would not work here.

This is the birthplace
of the world's greatest warriors.

Men whose King would stand
and fight and die for any one of them.

Xerxes' messenger did not understand
this is no typical Greek city-state.

This is Sparta.

So, it was clear to the messenger there'd be
no Spartan submission? It was clear.

Even now Leonidas is in counsel
with the Oracle over his battle plan.

The Festival of the Carneia
is all that stands in our way.

Surely the Oracle will see we must fight.
Well, then my timing is perfect.

I am commanding a fleet of ships
that will represent a united Greece.

I need Sparta to join me.

Give me your ships, Gorgo.

I will make sure that Xerxes wishes
he never crossed the Aegean.

You will receive no Spartan ships.
We are not interested in a united Greece.

That is your dream, Themistokles, not ours.

All I am concerned with
is the preservation of Sparta.

My guards will see you out.

It's funny that you mock freedom
here in your selfish isolation.

Yet freedom, in her wisdom
has chosen you to defend her.

My queen.

Will Sparta join our fight?

Apparently the Persians have offered
the Spartans something they cannot refuse.

And what is that?

A beautiful death.

They say you are the bravest
of our captives.

They say you are a whore
from the eastern seas.

You're not the smartest.

Your commander is a Greek.

Just like me.

You Persian men take your orders
from a Greek woman.

Yes, my brother, I am Greek by birth...

...and I have Greek blood
running through my veins.

But my heart.....

....is Persian.

Within hours...

...the Greek fleet will be shattered.

What of our master
and the much-feared Spartans?

There's nothing to fear.

Only King Leonidas
and his personal guard of 300...

...have marched to fight.
They will collapse. Instantly.

You....

Do you agree?

Many will perish.

Your confidence leaves me
with a strong impression.

It's a curious thing for a simple ship guard
to not lower his eyes when questioned by me.

That could have been just
a lack of discipline.

But a man's hands do not lie.

They can reveal every imperfection
and flaw in his character.

You see, your hands are not rough enough
to work the rigging of this ship.

I know every single man beneath my lash.

Can you explain to me
how I don't know you?

Forgive me, commander.

Let me introduce myself.

Seize the spy.

Coward.

Storm is upon us.

It's just some mad Greek weather.

- Themistokles.
- Come.

Calisto.
What is spoken here must not be repeated.

Anywhere.

My son has not earned the right
to sit at the table of combat veterans.

- But you can trust him.
- Very well.

Tell me. A Greek woman commands all
of Xerxes' ships to the south.

Artemisia.

I know of her.

Artemisia is murderous by trade with true skill
on the sea and she has thirst for vengeance.

Rumors are her entire family was
murdered by a squad of Greek hoplites.

I have heard all the stories.

And the hoplites spared no one on that day.

The story goes that they raped
and murdered her entire family.

And then they turned their attention
towards her.

After years of being kept in the bowels
of a Greek slave ship...

...she was discarded and left for dead...

...where she was found near death
by a Persian emissary.

Artemisia vowed that day
to return to Greece...

...only when she could watch it burn.

She was fed, clothed, trained by the
finest warriors of the Persian empire...

...until no match could be found
for her skills and gift with the sword.

The great King Darius was impressed
by her commitment.

And she quickly rose to command
at his side.

She has sold her soul to Death himself.

Well, some could say
that I have sold mine to Greece.

And what do you think?

- Me? Yes.
- You are the future of this country.

I am ready to fight.

I like him. He reminds me of you.

We will need every last man.

He is still just a boy. Much younger
have defended our country, Father. Enough.

You are a dreamer
and will speak of this no more.

Themistokles, I have set your plan in motion.

And my land force
will be assembled by the second day.

You will be needed.
I can assure you of that.

And there is bad news.
Leonidas has marched north to the Hot Gates.

Bad news? With the Spartans at the Hot Gates,
our victory is assured. If the army were with him.

But between the Oracle and the Carneia Leonidas
has marched to Thermopylae with just 300 men.

So the only thing standing between
Athens and total annihilation...

...is Leonidas and 300 Spartans.

I will search out the veterans among them.

- Establish some order among the volunteers.
- Good.

There's little time
to teach these farmhands strategy.

Just keep them well fed...

...and sober.

Anything else?

Wouldn't hurt if they could
swing a sword.

Well, I will be damned.

Shit. Does your father know
that you're here? No, sir.

And this shield and sword?

My grandfather's.

My mother entrusted them to me
this morning.

- When she gave you her blessing?
- Yes, sir.

With a sharp blade, no less.

Your father is preparing a surprise
for our enemy tomorrow.

I choose to fight here. Now.

Come aboard my ship.

That is where you will fight.

Yes, sir.

We have just over 50 ships.

Persian forces reported a number
in the thousands.

Those ships appear hardly seaworthy.
Nothing like the monster ships...

...of the Persian fleet. Then, we have
the advantage. Speed and maneuverability.

The rest of the city-states have sent anywhere
from a handful to a single ship. Of course.

- Athens supplied the balance.
- We have report...

...a small advance force of Persian ships have
taken refuge from the storm just across the strait.

If the weather breaks,
we could hit them at dawn.

An early Greek victory.

The gods have given us an opportunity to
wound the Persians, strengthen Greek morale.

A tempting distraction.

But we will stick to the battle plan.

Today at sundown, we will sail out
to meet the main Persian fleet.

We will attack them in the open water
with no shore to narrow the battle.

To attack a force of over 1000 ships
with our meager force is suicide.

Such is my plan.

Look at their excuse for a navy.

Their ships are of little threat.

I need a second in command, Artaphernes.

And whoever proves their excellence
will earn a place beside me.

General Bandari has offered
to lead the first attack.

Bandari.

Commander.

If I let you lead our first offensive...

...what guarantee do I have
that you will bring me a quick victory?

My word and my life.

Good.

My rules of engagement?

Humiliate the Greeks
and lay waste to their tiny ships.

They will be dead to the last man.

My brothers.

Steady your hearts.

Look deep into your souls.

For your mettle is to be tested this day.

If in the heat of battle...

you need a reason to fight on...

...an idea for which you will give up...

...all that you will ever have...

...you need only to look at the man
who fights at your side.

This is the "why" of battle.

This is the brotherhood of men-at-arms.

An unbreakable bond made
stronger by the crucible of combat.

You will never be closer than with those
who you shed your blood with.

For there is no nobler cause...

...than to fight for those
who will lay down their life for you.

So you fight strong today.

You fight for your brothers.

Fight for your families.

Most of all, you fight for Greece.

Greece.

Yeah..... And there is only one thing to make
sure of when the fighting starts.

What's that?

Don't get killed on the first day.

That goes for the rest of you.

Persian ships are strong at the front.

But they are weak in the middle.

We attack them there.

Now.

Attack......

Ram them.

Archers, now. Now.

Reverse.

Now.

Go through them.

The enemy's tactics are creative.

The defensive circle
leaves no front to assault.

We are losing.
No, you are losing.

Pull back.

Let them have this day.

I am bored with your failures, Bandari.

I will not let this wound slow me.
Heh. Somehow I believe you.

My blade will be sharp and ready
by the morning. Good.

Tomorrow you will fight
alongside your father.

Not bad for a bunch of farmers.
And poets and sculptors.

Who'd have known, a group of untrained men would
do so well against such a considerable adversary?

We're going to need all of our strength
for tomorrow's fight.

How long do you think we can hold them?

If my plan is to work...

...long enough for the Spartans
to unite Greece.

Men.

Who will share their wine with me?

Report.

We are still tallying the losses.

But you must understand, it is extremely difficult
given the sea and the darkness to get an accurate.

Report?

Seventy-five ships lost.

Thirty damaged beyond repair.

Twenty could return with a few
weeks' work in a safe harbor.

The commander of the Greek force
is named Themistokles.

Yes, he is an Athenian general.

He's rumored to have loosed the arrow
that felled the great King Darius himself.

No....

This Themistokles has shown himself
to be quite brilliant in battle.

Which is more than I can say for any of you.

Do you gentlemen find my command
unreasonable?

Is it too much to ask for victory?

Your disappointment in
yesterday's losses is warranted.

My disappointment.

My disappointment is not with my losses.
The meager number of damaged ships

and dead slaves means nothing to me.
No, my disappointment...

...is in these men.

For though I stand among 10,000...

....I am alone.

I long for a soul
who would stand by my side.

Who I could trust.

Tell me, General Kashani.

Are you that man?

You will taste your victory
by the day's end.

I will make certain of it.

I hope so.

Advance....

Now.....

Don't lose sight of them.

The Greeks are retreating.

He's got him right where he wants him.

Kashani is a fine tactician.

I was speaking of Themistokles.

Rocks....

Stop, stop.

Stop.

Brace yourselves.

What... What are you doing here?

A man's responsibility is to protect
his family and his nation.

- Who told you this?
- My father.

You see how Themistokles
employs deception with such grace?

- Why is it so much to ask for victory?
- How can I make amends? Silence.

You will carry a message for me.

Now they will fear us. Now they will fear
the Greek men-at-arms. Hup.

He's right.

Fear the Greek fighting man.

Fear his sword.

His shield.

Fear his love for Mother Greece.

But most of all...

...fear his freedom.

Don't be angry with the boy.

I took him under my command.

Anger is something I reserve
for my enemies.

Themistokles.

Artemisia's ship is being anchored
in neutral waters.

She'd like to meet with Themistokles. How can
you guarantee his safe return? Well, boy...

...the only honor for her now...

...will be when she watches
your crushed and broken fleet...

...sinking to the bottom of the Aegean
and is able to recognize you...

...nailed to the mast of your ship with her
sword as you descend to a watery grave.

Why didn't you just say that to begin with?

Welcome to my humble barge.

We are honored by your presence.

Your barge and you...

...are quite impressive.

Kind words.

Now come, Themistokles.
We have much to discuss.

Do you believe the Greeks
are descended from the gods?

I have heard some say that.

And what of you?
Is there a god in your lineage?

My men say so, and based on
the last two days' battle...

...I'd say there's a spark
of the divine in you.

Now who's using kind words?

My men also say that it was you who
slayed the good King Darius at Marathon.

Many heroic deeds occurred on that day.

But it was 10 years ago and the facts
of battle are often embellished.

This deed, you would remember.

I do what I must to defend Greece.

And I do what I must to defeat her.

For every one Greek killed,
you must kill a thousand Persians.

For every ship I sink...

...you must sink a hundred.

I can sustain losses for weeks.

Months, if need be.

My numbers will defeat you and I will
take your precious boats with my sword.

I will take your Greek freedom.

Are you asking me
to negotiate a surrender?

No.

I offer you a chance
to avoid such misery and join me.

I am in need of a commander such as you.

Look at the defense you have mounted.

A handful of triremes.

Leonidas with 300 Spartans.

It's insulting, frankly that the mightiest
empire the world has ever seen is met by this.

I don't blame you, Themistokles.

You fought as if the blood of Poseidon
himself was coursing through your veins.

No, I blame Greece.

The squabbling bureaucrats protecting their
political hides by sending you here to die.

And yet you still fight.

So there must be...

What?

Family back home in Athens
that compels you to.....

....battle with such passion?

Truth is, I have had no time for family.

I have spent my entire adult life...

...with my one true love...

...the Greek fleet...

...and my one passion...

...readying it for you.

Now, that brings me pleasure
the thought of you pining away for me...

...forsaking family and love...

...for the promise of a deeper ecstasy.

The ecstasy of steel and flesh...

...death and life...

...of rage...

...and sweat of muscle...

...of pure joy...

...and deepest sorrow.

Die with me each night and be born again
with me each morning...

...as you plant your sword
into the hearts of our enemies.

You fight for freedom.

I offer freedom without
consequence or responsibility.

Join me...

...at my side.

Breathe each breath with me
as if it were your last.

Join me.

No.

You're no god. You're just a man.

Be quick with your sword.

You will not have your death tonight.

Guards.

Remove this filth from my ship.

Well?

What have you learned?

Can Artemisia be beaten?

The next time that we face her...

...she's going to bring all of hell with her.

- Hold.
- Hold.

Send in my personal guard.

Pull back...

- Retreat. Retreat. Retreat.
- Retreat. Retreat. Retreat.

Themistokles. In the water.

Archers on deck now.
Archers on deck now. Quickly.

Starboard side.

Fire at will.

Fight on, boy.

Fight on.

Aim for the men on top.

Up there.

Abandon ship. Abandon ship.
Abandon ship.

The dead have no guilt.

No responsibility.

Themistokles watches the bodies of his
men turn the Aegean red with blood.

Were they sacrificed for his ego?

Or to relieve the guilt of the long-ago
mistake at Marathon?

How many men would have been saved
if Themistokles had killed that boy?

Not even his own soul can be sure.

My friend.

We faced the odds.

Together.

Listen to me, Themistokles.

You will have to fight with twice
as much strength in the morning.

We will fight shoulder-to-shoulder.

No, my son.

You will carry on for both of us.

What did he say?

I will tell you in time, boy.

Quiet now.

You go and be with your father's spirit.

How many times do you think
we will repeat such a tragedy?

As many times as we must.

We are turning young men into memories.

Do you think I enjoy this?

Witnessing my friend's final breath?

Every widow that is made by my decision...

...every child that will grow
without a father...

...they are my choices.

This is the burden of my command.

How easy it is to silence
the strong and self-disciplined.

Let my army witness
the great warriors of Sparta.

March them past these corpses.

Let them see the cost
of daring to challenge the God-King.

King Leonidas and his brave 300
were the finest Greece has to offer.

There will be no Saviors
to rise up and vanquish us.

Nothing will stop the march of my empire.

"Your Majesty".

You, take this dead King's sword to Athens.

Let them know
that I am coming next for them.

Let them know...

...Athens...

...their prize jewel of a city...

...will disappear from the histories.

Themistokles.

I bring word from Thermopylae.
Leonidas was betrayed by a hunchback.

The Spartans have been slaughtered.

The Hot Gates have fallen.

Such a sacrifice.

Now Greece has her martyrs.

Daxos,
take that message from the Hot Gates...

...to every city, every village.

Let every countryman hear your words.

But they are dead. All of them.

Sparta's sacrifice will be what unites us.

Now go.

Hyah.

Move all of our ships and men back
to the safety of Salamis.

And you?

I will take Daxos' message to Athens.

I was told a hunchback was
accountable for the fall of the Hot Gates.

That he sold out his country pulled the crimson
from his back and replaced it with Persian gold.

What is your name, traitor?

Ephialtes of Trachis.

I should wet this noble blade
with your blood.

You would be right to do so.

There is little beauty about me.

There is little beauty in what I have done.

Say what you must.

I beg of you...

...and all of Athens.

The God-King will burn this city to the ground.
What does he mean? Quiet yourselves.

Leonidas' and Sparta's great sacrifice
was no defeat.

It was a beautiful victory.

This... This simple act of valor...

...will allow us to rally each
of our city-states...

...and unite Greece...

...for one purpose...

...against one enemy.

And you.

You take this message to your God-King.

That we will take whatever ships
we have left...

...and finish this in the Bay of Salamis.

But there will be death and destruction.

Yes, there will be.

Themistokles.

I am here to speak to your queen.

A warning, Athenian.

You may not receive a warm welcome.

May I offer my deepest sympathies.

I cannot change what has happened
to Leonidas...

...but his sacrifice will not be forgotten.

Do not lecture me on sacrifice,
and be quick with your words, Athenian.

I request of you the entire Spartan navy.

Every man, every ship that you can spare.

Have I not given enough
for your dream of a united Greece?

Shall I put swords in the hands of my son?
Our children? Would that please you?

Have I not given enough
for your ambitions, Themistokles?

A King.

Husbands, fathers, brothers.

Sparta will give no more.

This belongs with you.

Avenge him.

The Oracle's words stood as a warning.

All of Greece will fall...

...as Persian fire reduces Athens to cinder.

For Athens is a pile of stone and wood...

...and cloth and dust...

...and, as dust, will vanish into the wind.

Only the Athenians themselves exist.

And the fate of the world
hangs on their every syllable.

Only the Athenians exist.

And only stout wooden ships can save them.

Wooden ships...

...and a tidal wave of heroes' blood.

The Greeks were fools to stand against us.

Leonidas and his pride...

...were no match for the will of a god.

Themistokles was a worthless coward.

And now...

...this pathetic navy
is barely worth our attention.

If that worthless coward had stood at my side
we would have laid the world at your feet.

My King.

Your humble servant brings you news.

The Greek fleet are defenseless...

...within the Bay of Salamis.

You need only finish them.

Who commands their forces?

Themistokles of Athens.

Themistokles is dead.

He is alive. I have seen him myself.

Ready my troops and armor.

We will attack at once.

Wisdom...

...would have us send a probing
force to confirm it is not a trap.

You would dare to advise me
in matters of war?

I am the God-King.

I am the one who triumphed over Leonidas.

I am the one who laid waste
to this showpiece of Athens.

I am your King. Killing Leonidas and
his men only made them martyrs.

And when you razed Athens...

...you set fire to the only thing
of value in this country.

I will attack the Greeks...

...with my entire navy.

Artemisia.

Enough.

Do not forget who put the crown
on your childish head.

My King.

Now sit on your golden throne and watch
this battle from the safety I provide you.

There in the distance...

...we witness the destruction of Athens.

Alone, we will face the monster
that cast a shadow across our land.

I had prayed that the Spartans
would come to lend a hand this morning.

Perhaps they feel they have given enough.

You failed us all.

This is your fault, Themistokles.
Without Spartans, we're just farmhands.

We should have negotiated
with the Persians when we had the chance.

You are all right.

Yes, we are down to a handful of boats.

And, yes, we are just farmhands.

We are tradesmen.

We are boys...

...turned to men through the sacrifice
and forge of combat.

I played a dangerous game...

...and I lost.

If you choose to turn your back on me...

...on your country...

...I will not judge you.

You are free to leave.

You are still free men.

Very well.

Then let us put our shoulders to work and
free those ships from the bosom of Greece.

Today is a privilege to call our own.

A story that will be told
for a thousand years.

Let our final stand...

...be recorded to the histories.

And let it be shown...

...that we chose to die on our feet...

...rather than live on our knees.

There is only one thing
you need to know today.

Not to get killed.

No. Your father's last words.

He told me that you had earned
the right to sit at the table.

Well, my brother,
I have no more tactics or tricks.

This will be the last battle that we share.

We have fought next to one other
for as long as I can remember.

Nothing would please me more
than to rest this sword.

- The preparations that are required?
- Below deck.

Good. Are you sure
that you want to commit everything?

Yes.

Without Artemisia's command,
the Persian navy is nothing.

We will never be able to reach her.

I will reach her...

...and put an end to this.

There will be no room for a retreat.

I know.

Today the last Greek ships will be destroyed.

Show them no mercy.

Give them no quarter.

Today we will dance across the backs
of dead Greeks.

Today we deliver submission.

Today I want to feel Themistokles'
throat beneath my boots.

Men, brace yourselves.

Prepare for close quarters.

Attack....

Your father watches you.

Hold nothing back.
Seize your glory.

I am not here as a witness.

Now. And let them send our
souls straight to hell.

Hyah. Come on.

You offered freedom without consequence or
responsibility. Are you accepting my offer?

My answer is still no.

You fight much harder than you fuck.

Surrender to me or meet your death.

Who would you fight if not for me?

No one could challenge your skill.

I would rather die
a free man than as a slave.

Even if the chain was attached to you.

It begins as a whisper.

A promise.

The lightest of breezes
dances through the rigging...

...as it creaks above the death cries
of 10,000 men.

It moves through her hair
as gently as a lover's hand.

That breeze...

...that promise, became a wind,
a wind that is blown across Greece...

...carrying a message told again and again...

...of our Lady Freedom and how wise she was
to charge Leonidas to lay all at her feet.

A wind, my brothers, of sacrifice.

A wind of freedom.

A wind of justice.

A wind of vengeance.

You are being surrounded.

All of Greece has united against you.

Delphi, Thebes, Olympia...

...Arcadia and Sparta.

If death comes for me today, I am ready.

I could lower my sword.

There's still time for you
to ready a launch and escape.

It would be a poor choice
to force my hand into action.

Now order your ships to disengage
and surrender to me.

Surrender?

# Generals gathered in their masses #

# Just like witches at black masses #

# Evil minds that plot destruction #

# Sorcerers of death's construction #

# In the fields the bodies burning #

# As the war machine keeps turning #

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# On their knees the war pigs crawling #

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