Polydamas: Remember him; keep his face locked away in your heart. But let him go.

Priam: How can I? We all died with him.

Achilles: King Priam. Come all alone? Well, so much the better. We can kill you now. I knew we didn't need that silly horse.

Polydamas: Horse!

Aeneas: The wooden horse! It was a trick! Troy...

Polydamas: Oh, no.

Aeneas: Troy! We have to get back to Troy! Something's horribly wrong. Creusa... my wife... Paris, you stay here. Something's happening to our home.

Paris: What? You can't leave me here!

Polydamas: Someone's got to keep an eye on this maniac. Command the guard.

Exeunt Polydamas and Aeneas.

Priam: You won't hurt me. You wouldn't strike down an unarmed old man.

Achilles: What's it to me if you were stupid enough to jeopardize yourself? It's not my problem.

Priam: Achilles, I'm no threat to you. All I want is the body of my son. I'm old; I'm tired. I brought nothing valuable with me. I'm an aged man. He's dead. You don't want either of us.

Achilles: You're wrong. Hector makes a delightful stress toy.

Priam: What have you done to him?

Achilles: Nothing major... yet. Don't worry, I foresee that your boy and I are going to have some great times together.

Chorus 3(Sleep): You've flaunted the gods thus far, Achilles. Now yield.

Achilles: Mother! It's you again!

Sleep: If you say so. Achilles, respect the heavens for once. Respect me.

Achilles: I'm not giving him up for free.

Priam: I'll give you anything you ask for. Money can mean nothing anymore.

Achilles: No bargaining, now!

Priam: You have my word.

Achilles: My request is a simple one... the weight of Hector's body in gold.

Chorus 8: That's insane. With that sum, you could buy all of Ilium.

Achilles: No haggling. My first offer is my final one.

Priam: It is a price I will gladly pay.

Achilles: Take him and get out. Go.

Chorus 5 takes a cloth and tries to clean Hector's face. Priam tries to sum up his courage.

Priam: Achilles, you're a monster. How can you do these things? How can you live with yourself? Do you know how many people lie dead because of you?

Achilles: I said, get out. That is, unless you want to join Hector. I'm being merciful, old man. Don't you fools understand? Nobody can kill me! When I was a baby, my mother dipped me in the river Styx, holding my by my heel. The waters made me invunerable everywhere they touched. Can your feeble minds understand that? I am immortal.

Priam: Paris. Paris, your bow.

Paris: What? What can I do?

Priam: Paris, repeat to me why Hector always said you're the worst archer in the whole Trojan army.

Paris: Because my arrows always fall short and hit people in their feet.

Priam: Because his mother held him by his heel, that's his weak spot. Go ahead. Shoot, and may Apollo the Archer God guide your aim.

Paris: I'll give it a try, but don't expect anything.

He bends his bow and takes aim. The arrow strikes well. Achilles, shocked, looks down. He dies.

Priam: So die the proud.

Paris: An' no one else could kill him, but I pointed my bow, and I aimed, and I sure aimed, and I killed him! Killed him dead with my bow! An' nobody else could.

Exeunt all but Hector and Chorus 5.

Hector: I'm... I'm not in Tartarus. That's a relief, I suppose. But I'm not in Elysium, either.

Chorus 5: Not yet. You're still waiting.

Hector: Waiting for what?

Chorus 5: Your other children to join you. Then Hades will bring you before him.

Hector: My other children? Who are you?

Chorus 5: Troy is already being sacked. We were deceived. The Achaians are tearing through our City, killing some, and doing worse to others.

Hector: How did they get in? In my City?

Chorus 5: They're throwing your babies off the tops of the pale white towers of the battlements. They're killing your children. Father, I tried to stop them. There were so many.

Hector: Come here. You're a warrior's daughter, my girl. I remember when you used to cry when you saw me coming in armour.

Chorus 5: The clash of the metal... the flashing of your helmet, and the huge horsehair crest nodding at me...

Hector: But now, you're braver than I ever was. I misjudged you. Today, Hades himself will tremble to see us together! We'll wait here, and I'll take you to the Court of the Dead. Are you frightened?

Chorus 5: Never again.