Troy Achilles talks to Agamemnon HD

You have won a great victory, my king of kings. No one thought the Trojan beach could be captured so easily. A beautiful gift, Triopas. You will be among the first to walk in the streets of Troy tomorrow. My father, Nellius, had this urn made to commemorate his victory at Cyperusius. I present it to you in honor of an even more memorable victory. Thank you, old friend. Tomorrow, we'll eat supper in the gardens of Troy. Leave us. War is young men dying and old men talking. You know this. Ignore the politics. Apparently, you won some great victory. Ah, perhaps you didn't notice. The Trojan beach belonged to Priam in the morning. It belongs to Agamemnon in the afternoon. And at the beach, I didn't come here for sand. No, you came here because you want your name to last through the ages. A great victory was won today, but that victory is not yours. Kings did not kneel to Achilles. Kings did not pay homage to Achilles. Perhaps the kings were too far behind to see. The soldiers won the battle. History remembers kings, not soldiers. Tomorrow, we'll batter down the gates of Troy. I'll build monuments to victory on every island of Greece. I'll carve Agamemnon in the stone. Be careful, King of Kings. First, you need the victory. Your men sacked the temple of Apollo, yes? You want gold? Take it. It's my gift. To honor your courage, take what you wish. I already have. Apharius! Aemon! Spoils of war. No argument with you brothers, but if you don't release her, you'll never see home again. Decide. Guards! Too many men have died today. If killing is your only talent, that's your curse. I don't want anyone dying for me. Mighty Achilles, silenced by a slave girl. Tonight, I'll have her give me a bath. And then, who knows? You sack of wine! Before my time is done, I will look down on your corpse and smile. Go.