Polybus Are you calling us beggars?
I'm saying you've been welcome here for three years.
We've only enjoyed your hospitality for so long. Because your mother won't choose.
She's already married.
Odysseus is dead.
What do you know about my dad?
I know he kept stringing cattle in bad wine.
You had the best of it the first two seasons.
I know he never came home.
Not yet.
Well, since none of us can really know who our fathers are. Don't cling to one.
But I did know him. As boys. We watched him hunt. I tried to volunteers for his expedition to Troy. He told me to stay here and keep an eye on you.
Oh, me and my mother?
You can't blame me for looking.
My dad is coming home. And his hospitality won't be as generous as hers.
So he doesn't follow Zeus' law then?
Zeus' law tells us to treat strangers as we should be treated because they might be gods in disguise. I think we've established to Antinous that you were not a god.
Polybus This one doesn't smell like a god.
Wouldn't be much of a disguise if he did. [the beggar restrains Polybus] Careful. He might strike you down right now. [thunder claps]
That thunder was luck.
I don't know. You have wise eyes. Athena's eyes.
