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“The March to Freedom” Episode 8/108 [TEASER] Oi-Lan: “I never thought this day would come, Cyrus. You and me-- free of the past-- heading t-- Cyrus?” Cyrus: “Hmm?” Oi-Lan: “Something’s bothering you. What is it?” Cyrus: “It’s Bellus.” Oi-Lan: “Don’t worry. Everything is fine.” Cyrus: “Then why is he leading us along the beach, where’s there’s no cover? We should have weapons.” Man: “Did you hear, Admeta? Cyrus thinks-- we should be armed.” Admeta: “Ah-ha-ha-- Cyrus-- Cyrus is a fool! We left our home to escape war.” Man: “Exactly.” Oi-Lan: “Why do you laugh?! Cyrus just wants to protect us.” Man: “From what? Once Bellus has taken us to Calydon, we will have no enemies.” Oi-Lan: “Maybe they’re right, Cyrus. We’ve had good luck this far.” Cyrus: “Hmm.” Admeta: “What is that?” Cyrus: “Run!” Woman’s Voice: “Quickly!” Cyrus: “Oi-Lan!” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Man’s Voice: “Over this way! All of you! Move along! Come on, get up, now!” Bellus: “All right-- move ‘em out!” Cyrus: “Liar! You betrayed us!” Bellus: “What’s this? A rebel in our midst. Oh-- you’ve put fear in my heart.” Cyrus: “I’ll put a knife in your heart.” Bellus: “You better do it before we get you and your friends to the slave auction.” Man’s Voice: “When I say move, I mean move!” Cyrus: “We’ll escape, first chance we get.” Mudo: “Silence, slave! Silence!” Bellus: “Don’t damage the merchandise, Mudo! A slave with fighting spirt like that will fetch top dinar at the Libyan animal games. And this one-- I’m tempted to keep for my own pleasure.” Cyrus: “Pig!” Bellus: “Oh good-- ha-ha! He never quits. We’ll start the bidding high on him.” Man’s Voice: “All right-- move out!” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- [ACT I] H: “Mother-- ” Alcmene [Alc]: [Laughs] H: “What are you doing? That’s-- too heavy for you.” Alc: “Guess I’m used to taking care of things by myself.” H: “All ya-- have to do-- is ask.” Alc: “Thanks-- but, I can manage-- really.” H: “Would you let me do that? What good is it having your son visit if you don’t put him to work?” Alc: “I suppose you’re right.” H: “Of course I am.” Alc: “Don’t settle for less than 400 dinars for this load.” H: “You want me to sell the grain?” Alc: “You said you wanted to help.” H: “Well yes, but-- I can’t haggle with those vultures in the marketplace.” Alc: “The gods gave you a sharp mind to go with that strong body, Hercules. You give yourself a chance.” H: “All right-- all right. But you’re wrong about one thing.” Alc: “Oh?” H: “It wasn’t the gods who gave me a sharp mind. It was you.” Alc: “Mmm.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “How many times did we walk across this very place? Laughing-- thinking our happiness would never end. I look around-- and all I see is you, Deianeira-- and you-- Ilea-- Ason, and Clonis. That’s why I didn’t come back sooner. I was afraid it would hurt too much. I know I should get on with my life, but-- I can’t stop missing you. [Sighs] You were everything to me-- and now I have nothing except the memories you gave me. All I can offer in return are these. I’ll try to do better the next time I come here.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Girl: “Chickens! Chicken-- here’s a chicken!” Man’s Voice: “Two dinar! Two dinar!” Man’s Voice: “Here you go! Two dinar!” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- A Man’s Voice: “Goat for sale!” Man’s Voice: “Fine-crafted-- ” Man’s Voice: “Weapons, sir? The finest weapons in the marketplace. Please-- have a look, sir. May I interest you in some bows, sir? The finest quality. Try it out, sir, try it out.” H: “It’s a nice bow.” Man’s Voice: “Only-- 15 dinars.” I’s Voice [Disguised]: “Hey, you! Stop kickin’ my pig! Woww!” A Man’s Voice: “Only 10 dinar, right here!” H: “Hello, Iolaus.” I [Laughs]: “Hercules-- you beast slayer! What are you doing here?” H: “Visiting my mother.” I: “Oh, and neglecting your best friend?” H: “No-- actually, I was headed to your house, when my mother roped me into selling her grain.” I: “Oh-ho.” H: “You’re lookin’ well!” I: “Thanks. Come on.” H: “Oh, someone-- new in your life?” I: “Oh, very funny. Actually, uh-- I’m just about to sell Penelope to the-- b-u-t-c-h-e-r.” H: “Oh, the butcher. You know? You’ve _got_ to stop naming your animals.” Bellus’ Voice: “Get in there. Low-life scum.” Man’s Voice: “Yes, sir.” H: “What’s all this about?” Jeweler’s Voice: “Gold and jewelry-- get your-- ” I: “That’s Bellus-- slave trader. Comes through here every month.” H: “What about the one pushing the slaves around?” I: “What, the big guy?” H: “Hm-hmm.” I: “That’s Mudo-- the gargantuan.” H: “I hate slavery. It’s not right, Iolaus.” I: “Well, you’re not gonna end the slave trade here-- today. You got some grain to sell. Come on. Let’s see if we can find a buyer. Come on, Penelope.” Man’s Voice: “Yes, sir.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Woman’s Voice: “Hello, Hercules.” I: “Will ya look at that?” Woman: “Hiiiii.” I: “There’s nothing like a hero’s homecoming.” H: “I forgot the scenery around here was so good.” Saleswoman: “Don’t walk away before you hear my offer, Hercules.” H: “Uh, look-- I’m flattered and all-- ” Saleswoman: “I was talking about your grain.” I: [Laughs] H: “You were? Well, good-- because there’s a time and place for everything, and this is the time and place for business. Do you mind? What I have here is the finest grain that can be found for a hundred miles in-- any direction.” Saleswoman: “Then, you better not waste it.” H: “Oh-- hardly enough for a loaf of bread. Uh-- uh-- so, uh-- I’ll tell you what I’ll do, I’ll-- I’ll drop the price of, uh-- what spilled there and, uh-- give you all six sacks for-- 400 dinars. Now, you know in your heart you can’t beat a deal like that.” Mother: “I don’t have a heart.” H: “Who are you?” Mother: “Her mother.” I: “I never would’ve guessed.” Mother: “You’ve got your nerve, trying to take advantage of my daughter.” Saleswoman: “Oh, but Mother-- ” Mother: “Quiet! I wouldn’t feed your grain to a pig.” I: “Aw, hey!” H: “My mother grew that grain.” Mother: “A likely story.” Saleswoman: “Mother, this is Hercules.” Mother: “It is? Come here a minute.” H: “Iolaus.” Mother’s Voice: “Hey, Hercules-- I’ve got a deal for a big, strong man like you.” Mother: “If you’ll spend a little time with me, I’ll give you everything you want for your grain.” I: [Laughs] Mother’s Voice: “What do ya say, pretty boy?” Mother: “It wouldn’t kill ya.” H: “How much for just the grain?” Mother: “Scared of a real woman?!” H: “No, it’s not that, it’s just that, um-- ” Mother: “You don’t know what you’re missin’.” H: “Uh, I’m the shy type.” Mother: “Two hundred dinars!” H: “That’s all?” Mother: “Unless you’d care to renegotiate.” H: “Two is fine. Two is great.” Mother: “Take it and be gone.” H: “Thanks, it’s been, uh-- a pleasure doing business with you.” Saleswoman: “Goodbye, Hercules.” H: “Goodbye.” Mother: “That other 200 dinars’ll be waitin’ for you if you change your mind.” H [Aside to I]: “Pigs’ll fly first.” I [Aside to H]: “Maybe she gets her looks from her father.” H: “Uh-huh.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Bellus’ Voice: “Sold! And next-- fresh off the livery-- a young scrapper-- hah-hah. He’ll work your fields, tend to your livestock, and he’ll take a good whipping, besides. Who’ll start the bidding at a hundred and fifty? Do I have one-fifty? Do I have one-fif-I have one-fifty.” Man’s Voice: “One-fifty.” Bellus’ Voice: “I have one hundred and fifty dinars.” A Man’s Voice: “Two hundred dinars!” Bellus’ Voice: “Do I hear two? I have two. Two-fifty? Two-fifty. Do I have more? Do I have any more?” Man’s Voice: “Three hundred!” Bellus’ Voice: “Three! Three hundred-- a strong lad here. Three-fifty. Three-fifty. Four?” Man: “Four hundred.” Bellus’ Voice: “Four hundred dinars. Do I have more? Do I have any more?” Ineas’ Voice: “Five hundred.” Bellus: “Five hundred? Five hundred? Five hundred, once-- ” Man’s Voice: “Fold.” Bellus: “-- twice-- sold to Ineas for five hundred dinars. Congratulations, you’ve got yourself a _spirited_ young slave. Ha-ha-- ” I: “Ineas is a buyer for the Libyan animal games.” H: “Lunch for the lions, huh?” Oi-Lan’s Voice: “Get your hands _off_ me!” I: “What’s wrong?” Bellus: “And now-- what you’ve all been waiting for-- the best for last-- a fine young wench for your bidding. She’ll cook your dinner, scrub your floor, and-- with that soft skin and pretty face-- ha-ha-- she’ll warm those cold, lonely nights.” Bellus’ Voice: “Come, gentlemen-- ” Man’s Voice: “How much do you have, ?” Bellus’ Voice: “Who’ll start the bidding?” Man’s Voice: “With his twelve, we’ve got enough.” Man: “Well, what about my new plow?!” Bearded Man: “Fool! Once we buy the wench, we’ll charge others to use her! We’ll make enough to buy ten plows!” Bellus: “Who’ll give me one hundred dinars for this flower of the mystic East?” Bearded Man: “One hundred.” H: “Two hundred!” I: “What are you doing?” H: “Trying to save her.” Bellus: “I’ve got two hundred, but-- surely, this is not enough for a woman who has so much untapped potential as a concubine. Do I hear two-fifty?” Bearded Man: “Two-fifty!” Bellus’ Voice: “Ah-- music to my ears.” Bellus: “Do I hear three hundred? [Continues in the background] Gentlemen-- ” H: “How much money have you got?” I: “No, I don’t want a slave.” Bellus’ Voice: “-- have you lost you-- ?” H: “Consider it a loan.” Bellus’ Voce: “-- see this woman’s many gifts.” I: “I’m supposed to buy a new forge.” Bellus: “Come now, gentlemen. A lass this lovely is certainly worth at least three hundred dinars.” H: “Don’t worry. You’ll get your money back.” I: “Yeah OK.” Bellus’ Voice [In background]: “Do I hear three?!” I: “Well, I’ve got two hundred dinars.” H: “Four hundred!” I: “What are you doing? No one’s bid three hundred yet.” Bellus: “Four hundred? Hah! At last, a man who appreciates pulchritude. Do I hear five? All right, then, going once, going twice-- sold! To the gentleman with the sparkle in his eye, for four hundred dinars. Congratulations, sir. Enjoy your purchase.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- [ACT II] Man’s Voice: “This way! Knave! Keep moving, or you’ll feel my whip!” Slave’s Voice: “Where are you taking us?” Men’s Voices: “Hurry along!” “Move it!” “Come on, you!” “He’ll make a tasty morsel for the lions!” “Get in there, ya vermin!” “Get yourself in there, slave!” “You heard me!” Cyrus: “Oi-Lan!” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “I’m here for the woman.” Bellus: “Money first, friend.” H: “Sure. Now, take her shackles off.” Mudo: “You think you can handle her?” H: “Do it.” Man’s Voice: “This way.” Bellus: “Go ahead, Mudo. We’re just spectators from this point on.” I: “What do we do, now?” H: “Ah-- well-- maybe we should introduce ourselves.” I: “Hello-- I’m Iolaus. [Chuckles] Don’t be afraid. I’m not gonna hurt you. Wow!” A Man’s Voice: “Come with me!” I: “It’s bad enough when _you_ flip me.” H: “Well, you certainly have a way with women, Iolaus.” Oi-Lan: “Don’t touch me-- either of you.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Bellus: “You-- seem to have forgotten something-- the delivery charge?” Ineas: “You’re changing the rules! It always used to be included!” Bellus: “Then you’re refusing?” Ineas: “I certainly am! This is robbery!” Bellus: “Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-- such a pity. I guess we’ll just have to take the slaves back.” Ineas: “But they’re mine! I paid for them!” Bellus: “There you go again-- forgetting the delivery charge. Mudo-- show Ineas the error of his ways.” Ineas: “Now, you keep that animal away from me.” Bellus: “I’m afraid it’s the price you have to pay for being so cheap.” Ineas: “You-- ” [Screams] Bellus: “What do you say we-- take the slaves to Libya ourselves and-- sell them all over again?” [Laughs] ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Oi-Lan: “You’ll have to kill me, first.” H: “Beg your pardon.” Oi-Lan: “That’s the only way I’d be your slave. I’d have to be dead. You’d have to slice me open and skewer me.” I: “Shy-- passive-- willing to please-- yeah-- she’s pretty much like I expected her to be.” H: “Don’t pay attention to him. Look, we’re trying to help you.” Oi-Lan: “How? By selling me to someone else? Turning a nice profit?” I: “Hey! You better watch your-- mouth. That’s Hercules you’re talking to.” Oi-Lan: “So? Everyone has a name.” I: “You mean, you never heard of Hercules?” H: “It doesn’t matter, Iolaus.” I: “Yeah, but, she sa-- ” H [Interrupting]: “Hey-- . You’re free to go.” Oi-Lan: “I don’t believe you.” H: “No, I mean it. Go on. You’re free.” Oi-Lan: “Why are you doing this?” H: “Because I hate slavery.” Oi-Lan: “You better not change your mind until I’m gone.” I: “Well-- that’s two hundred dinars I won’t see again.” Man: “Let’s go.” I: “On the other hand-- maybe it was a good thing we let her go. A Calydonian boar has got a better personality. Ha-- she was dangerous.” H: “I noticed.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Men’s Voices: “Ha!” “Quiet!” “Come on! Quickly! Quickly!” Man’s Voice: “Ha!” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Oi-Lan: “Cyrus-- ” Man: “Where are you goin’, slave-girl?” Oi-Lan: “Get out of my way!” Man: “We can’t do that. Get her!” [Fight] Man: “Now, you’re mine.” H: “That’s funny-- I bought one just like her.” Man: “That’s not gonna matter when you’re in two pieces.” H: “And which two pieces would those be?” Man: “A figure of speech, that’s all. No harm intended, friend. You bought her-- she’s all yours.” H: “Get outta here!” Oi-Lan: “You should have hurt them.” H: “That’s not what I came for. I wanted to make sure you were all right.” Oi-Lan: “Don’t worry about me.” H: “Well, it’s my nature.” Oi-Lan: “Ha! You probably wanna make me your slave again.” H: “You were never my slave in the first place.” Oi-Lan: “Then keep it that way.” H: “If you tell me where you’re going, I might be able to help you.” Oi-Lan: “I’m goin’ to save the one I love. They made him a slave, too, and he’s somewhere on his way to Libya. Now, if ya really wanna help, leave me alone!” H: “But, you’d be safer with me.” Oi-Lan: “I’ve heard that before.” H: “And, I know the road to Libya. I’ve travelled it many times.” Oi-Lan: “You have?” H: “Yes, I have.” Oi-Lan: “Very well. You may help me, then. Just stay out of my way!” H: “Fine.” Oi-Lan: “Fine!” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “Be careful! Follow me!” Oi-Lan: “When I need your help, I’ll ask for it! Some shortcut!” H: “We had to take it! If you wanna catch up with Cyrus, this is the quickest way down. You sure you don’t need help?!” Oi-Lan: “I’m fi-- oh! Be down in a minute!” H: “Looks like there’s a cave over here! I’ll fix us dinner!” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “You sure you’re all right?!” Oi-Lan’s Voice: “Yes!” H: “What happened?” Oi-Lan: “Nothing!” H: “Why don’t you come inside, where it’s warm?” Oi-Lan: “I’ll just stay out here.” H: “You should have something to eat.” Oi-Lan: “And miss this beautiful evening?” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Mudo: “I hear Hercules bought your woman. She must be making him _very_ happy.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “It’s there for the eating. Help yourself.” Oi-Lan: “I’m not hungry.” H: “Sooner or later, you’re-- going to have to trust somebody.” Oi-Lan: “I’ve already tried that. It didn’t work.” H: “The slave trader?” Oi-Lan: “That’s not what he said he was. Cyrus and I aren’t fools! We were gonna get married-- start a new life. And this man, Bellus, said he would take us there-- us and all the other settlers who believed his lies.” H: “Bellus isn’t a reason to give up on everybody else on the face of the Earth.” Oi-Lan: “A lot you know.” H: “I know how it feels to be betrayed.” Oi-Lan: “I doubt it.” H: “You really make it hard to like you, you know that?” Oi-Lan: “You can leave me any time you want! I can get along by myself.” H: “I’ll try to remember that. If you change your mind about eating, it’s here for you. I’m going to sleep.” Oi-Lan: “Good. I could use a little peace and quiet.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Slaver: “Get back or no gruel!” Cyrus: “Bahhhh! Oh-ahhh! Ahhhhhh! [Etc.]” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Oi-Lan: “What’s the matter? Don’t you trust me?” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Slave: “Cyrus, where are you going?” Cyrus: “To find Oi-Lan-- and to kill Hercules.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- [ACT III] Oi-Lan: “There you are. I was looking for you.” H: “I, uh-- didn’t wanna wake you. Besides, I-- thought I could use a bath.” Oi-Lan: “I could use a bath, myself.” H: “Yeah, you could. I, uh-- I didn’t mean right now.” Oi-Lan: “Don’t be embarrassed. People bathe together all the time where I’m from.” H: “Well-- not where I’m from.” Oi-Lan: “Relax. I don’t bite.” H: “You could have fooled me.” Oi-Lan: “Something wrong with your shoulder?” H: “Well, it’s-- a little stiff, yeah.” Oi-Lan: “Turn around. Go ahead, turn around.” H: “Why are you being so nice to me, now?” Oi-Lan: “Turn around. I’m not gonna hurt you.” H: “You better not. I bruise easily.” Oi-Lan: “That’s not so bad, is it?” H: “No. It’s, uh-- it’s very good.” Oi-Lan: “I used to do this for Cyrus all the time when he was an acrobat at my father’s palace.” H: “Your father has a palace.” Oi-Lan: “Yes-- and all the power that goes with it. He banished me from our province, because my mother wasn’t his number one. I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.” H: “Oh, I think I do. It sounds like the family I come from-- if you could-- call it a family.” Oi-Lan: “Then you know how it feels to be lonely?” H: “Uh, yes.” Oi-Lan: “Cyrus cured my loneliness. He stood by me when my father neglected me. I hope you have somebody who loves you, too.” H: “I used to.” Oi-Lan: “We come from far different places, Hercules-- and yet we come from the same place.” H: “Thanks.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Man’s Voice: “Hey! Set me up with another!” Another Man’s Voice: “What’re you tryin’ to do? Cheat me?” A Man’s Voice: “Who’s there?” Mother: “What’s the problem, handsome? You lost?” Cyrus: “I’m looking for a man.” Mother: “Aren’t we all?” Cyrus: “This is serious. His name’s Hercules.” Mother: “Figures he’d be the one. You’re no more fun than he was.” Cyrus: “Tell me where he is.” Mother: “Men-- you’re all the same-- ‘Gimme, gimme, gimme.’ When do I get mine?” Minus: “You buyin’ for the lady?” Cyrus: “No.” Mother: “You’re gonna have to learn how to _treat_ a lady, if you wanna get anywhere with me.” Cyrus: “Where-- is Hercules?” Mother: “Off to Libya, I hear-- him and his new woman.” Cyrus: “That’s the direction I just came from.” Mother: “And you didn’t bump into them? What were ya doin’? Swinging through the trees?” [Laughter] “Hey-- why do you want Hercules, anyway?” Cyrus: “I don’t want Hercules. I want the woman I love. If he tries to keep her from me-- I’ll kill him.” Mother [Laughs]: “You?! Kill the son of Zeus?! Did ya hear that, Minus? This little guy’s gonna kill Hercules!” Man’s Voice: “Hey.” Mother: “Think he’s single?” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “Do you mind if I ask you something?” Oi-Lan: “You don’t need my permission.” H: “Those three lunkheads who tried to grab you-- where’d you learn to throw people around like that?” Oi-Lan: “One gift my father gave me was an education in martial arts.” H: “It didn’t look like you missed any classes.” Oi-Lan: “How much farther?” H: “Until we find Cyrus? I wish I knew.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “What’s wrong?” Oi-Lan: “I keep thinking about Cyrus.” H: “I’d be surprised if you didn’t.” Oi-Lan: “There’s this voice in my head that keeps telling me that we’re never gonna find him.” H: “We will, Oi-Lan. I promise we will.” Cyrus: “You’ll pay for that, Hercules.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “It can be dangerous around here-- but we’ll make it.” Oi-Lan: “I trust you.” H: “Never thought I’d hear that. Oi-Lan!” Oi-Lan: “Cyrus!” Cyrus: “No-- wait here.” H: “Cyrus, what are you doing?” Oi-Lan: “Hercules! You killed him!” Cyrus: “He got what he deserved.” Oi-Lan: “But he was helping me! We were gonna rescue you!” Cyrus: “Didn’t you hear the same thing from Bellus?! They all _say_ they’re helping you, but you can’t trust any of them!” Oi-Lan: “But Hercules was different!” Cyrus: “Come on, Oi-Lan!” Bellus: “What a pleasant surprise. Your infidels didn’t foul it up. Hercules is out of the way, and-- I get my two most valuable commodities back.” Cyrus: “Let her go!” Bellus [Chuckles]: “I’m not going to Libya one slave short. Besides-- it’s a long trip, and-- I might get lonely. Let’s go!” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- [ACT IV] Bellus: “I want her at the front-- and _him_ at the back! I don’t want ‘em anywhere near each other. And now you’ll all live or die as one.” Cyrus: “If you had any spine at all, you’d fight me man-to-man.” Bellus: “Mudo! There’s no time for that. We’re already behind schedule. Let’s get movin’!” Slavers: “Move!” “Keep moving.” [Etc.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Slavers: “Keep moving.” [Etc.] H: “Cyrus! I think you owe me an apology!” Slave’s Voice: “Hercules!” Cyrus: “I thought you were dead!” H: “We’ll talk about that later.” Cyrus: “Look out!” [Fight] Bellus: “Kill him!” H: “Thanks for the keys. Oi-Lan!” Bellus: “Stop her! She’s getting away!” H: “Careful. Big knife like that, you might cut yourself.” Slave’s Voice: “Look out!” Bellus: “Drop ‘em! You still belong to me.” Oi-Lan: “Cyrusssss!” H: “Cyrus! Hurry up!” Cyrus: “Oi-Lan!” Oi-Lan: “Cyrus!” Bellus: “Mind your manners. I wouldn’t wanna have to cut that pretty little throat of yours.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “Bellus! We want the girl!” Cyrus: “If he’s hurt her-- ” H: “How does he do that? [The chase continues.] Let her go.” Bellus: “You want her so much?! Buy her!” H: “I’m not here to negotiate.” Bellus: “Stay back! I’ll kill her!” H: “That’s not a good idea.” Cyrus: “Ahhhhhh! He deserves to die.” H: “No. I have a better idea.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Mother: “Three hundred. Three fifty. Four hundred dinars. You drive a hard bargain, Hercules.” H: “Hey-- he’s worth it.” Bellus: “You should a’ let that crazy man kill me.” Mother: “Uh-uh-- Mummy wants her little love slave nice and lively.” Bellus: “Hercules!” H: “Listen to the lady, Bellus.” Bellus: “Hercules!” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Oi-Lan: “You don’t hafta do that.” Alc: “I want to. It would make me the happiest woman since Venus met Adonis.” H: “What are you talking about?” Cyrus: “Your mother’s offered to have our wedding at her house.” H: “She did?” Alc: “Mm-hmm.” H: “Well, only special people get an offer like that. Now, if you’ll come with me-- I’ll show you what else special people get for their wedding..” ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “The land extends to the end of that ridge. It’s a lot of work, but the soil is fertile, and the weather is kind.” Cyrus: “I don’t know what to say.” H: “Say you’ll take it.” Oi-Lan: “You know we will.” Cyrus: “Thank you for everything, Hercules.” H: “You’re welcome. I hope you’re as happy here as I was with my family. We were always good to each other. Try to do the same.” Oi-Lan: “Trust us.” Alc: “And have lots of children.” Cyrus: “We’ll call our first son Hercules.” Alc: “You think the world’s ready for another one?” [They laugh.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- H: “You’d like them, Deianeira. They’ll bring laughter back to these hills. And one day, they’ll bring children, too-- the kind of children who’d have run and played with ours. People as much in love as Oi-Lan and Cyrus shouldn’t have to spend their lives apart. But sometimes it happens, doesn’t it? Then all you can do is-- look at the ones who are lucky enough to be together-- and try to remember what you had. It _was_ special, Deianeira. I take it with me everywhere.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------Click here to return to the HTLJ THE MARCH TO FREEDOM page.
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