Desperate to gain control over a city ravaged by civil war, Creon refuses to bury the body of Antigone’s rebellious brother.

Outraged, she defies his edict. Creon condemns the young woman, his niece, to be buried alive.

He can’t forbid me to love my brother. He has neither the right, nor the power, to do that.

The people daren’t object but the prophet Teiresias warns that this tyranny will anger the gods: the rotting corpse is polluting the city.

There is no gag like terror, is there, gentlemen?

Creon hesitates and his fate is sealed.

The gods never move faster than when punishing men with the consequences of their own actions.