All language subtitles for Alexander the Great (1956).eng

It is men who
endure toil and dare

dangers that achieve
glorious deeds.

And it is a lovely thing
to live with courage,

and to die leaving behind
an everlasting renown.

War! This is what Demosthenes
calls for, war!

Aeschenes puts
words in my mouth.

If you mean truth,
I put it there.

I know of no other way
for it to come from your mouth!

Your audience performs well today.

Philip's money is well spent.
The

words I used were
"arms" and "money".

I quarrel with the words you
did not use: "Men" and "blood".

If these words must be used...
yes, men and blood.

Athenian men and Athenian blood?

To save Athens,
whose blood should be shed?

To save Athens, not Olynthus!

And if Olynthus
falls to the barbarian,

what stands between
Athens and destruction?

Peace!

Move for peace and
I'll support you.

Men of Athens, are there
still madmen among you...?

Who wish to live?
I'm mad. I'm stark, raving mad.

Are there sane men among you who
still think that we have the power

to debate the question
of war or peace?

Who will fight? You or us?

Why do you speak thus? For love of
country or love of Philip's gold?

No! No! No!

Philip has been at war
with us ever since he

razed the first Greek
city to the ground.

And as each Greek
city fell, Philip,

too, kept proclaiming peace.

And, to our eternal shame,

we stood by and never once cried
out against his barbaric acts.

Are you blind that
you cannot see that

this is the plan for
Philip's conquest...

to extend his rule city by city,
state by state,

by bribery, treachery,
force of arms?

Yes?

From Macedonia.
Message for the king.

Philip.

Philip, wake up.
There's a messenger from Macedonia.

Ah, such dreams I had.

Such strange and
troubled drunken dreams.

A messenger...?

What news do you bring?
Good or bad?

You have a son.

A son?

Born to the queen
three weeks ago.

- I have a son.
- Alexander.

That's the name
the queen gave him.

Alexander. And the queen?

- She sends you greetings.
- Greetings?

"To Philip. Hail and rejoice."

"On this day to Olympias, your
queen and wife, a god was born."

- A god?
- Those were the queen's words.

What mother in Greece
has not dreamed

that her first-born was a god?

Hail, Philip, conqueror.

Hail, Egyptian.

I want to see my son.

Looks like you...
the hair, the eyes.

Even his beard!

You named him well: Alexander.

Alexander of Macedonia.

Alexander of Greece.

Little lion.

Little god.

I say, uh...

I've heard that legend.

There were signs
of greatness at his birth.

Quakes and storms shook the earth,
and in the skies a star fell.

And two eagles perched upon
the roof of the queen's chamber.

And in far off Asia,

the Temple of Ephesus was struck by
lightning and burnt to the ground.

How did you read these
signs, soothsayer?

The two eagles... that he
was born to rule two worlds.

The burning of the temple...

that a torch was
kindled that day that

would one day consume
all the world,

and this torch, your son.

And the falling of the star?

That a god was born to me...
of a god.

There were other signs
and portents of divinity.

Before his birth, the
queen had a dream.

I had a dream, too, soothsayer.

One night on the battlefield
of Olynthus I had a dream.

I dreamed of death.

And when I awoke,
I didn't know whose death it was.

We want Philip!

- Foretell it to me.
- Those shouts are for you.

The people have been waiting for
hours to see the king and his son.

- And if you kill him, what?
- Pleasure, bloody pleasure.

- And if you're wrong?
- An Egyptian soothsayer dies.

And king Philip
says to the world...?

That he is also a man.

A madman! And if you are, play the
role and also kill her and the boy.

Kill her?

- And the boy?
- Why not?

Isn't it the ancient law
of the wild Macedonian chiefs?

You knew her when you married...
proud and jealous,

as wild as the
mountains from which

she came and the
gods she worshipped.

What she thinks I
don't know, but this I

do know: She's a woman
and she taunts you.

Taunts me?

Tears me.

And what do you believe, Parmenio?

Even the oracle at Delphi
proclaims his divinity.

I've bought shrines
and burned them.

I accept the will of the gods.

And what do you believe?

I believe in the glory of
Macedonia, in the kingdom.

In the army, forged with
your will and your strength

and your belief that
we were stronger and

more fit to rule than
anyone in Greece,

even in Athens.

And you're right, Philip. We are.

We must proclaim to the world
that Macedonia will not fall apart,

that she will continue to rule
through you and through your son.

And then, Philip,
we shall have truly lived.

Go to her.

You loved her once. At least
you can live in peace with her.

Accept the boy. He's yours.

And give them what they want.

Alexander.

Alexander.

Achilles, too, was born of a god.

And at his birth it
was foretold that

he would be greater
than his father.

And he was.

And this destiny shall be yours,
too, Alexander.

Al...

They want to see the prince...

and the queen.

- Greetings, Aristotle.
- Greetings, Alexander.

- Whose kill?
- His. Alone, on foot.

You should have seen it.
It was like a

duel to decide which
of them was king.

That duel need never
have been fought.

Cleitus is back.

Cleitus?

Cleitus. Black Cleitus!

- King.
- Companion.

Lucky Cleitus, to be the only one
amongst us chosen to go to war.

- For war you need men.
- Three years doesn't make a man.

What does, Philotas?

The news, friend. The news.
My father?

He's well. He sends you greetings.
As do all your fathers.

- Were there many victories?
- Does the sun rise every morning?

- We even raided Persian soil.
- Persia!

Across the Bosphorus one night...
a quick, short, sharp raid.

Before they knew it,
we'd sacked three towns.

A Greek army on Persian soil...

the dream of Greece for 200 years,
and to Philip goes the glory.

Hail, Philip.

Hail, Philip!

Cleitus, why did my
father send you here?

To train new troops
and bring them back.

- And us?
- To train you, too, as always.

- And bring us back, too?
- I have no orders concerning that.

- Hail, Philip!
- Your father means you well.

I mean him well, and love him. But
he hoards his glory like a miser,

while we sit at the
feet of Aristotle

and learn of great wonders of

science, of mathematics
and of logic.

And maybe one of us
will write a book

and be known as the
pupil of Aristotle!

Aristotle... forgive me.

For what? You spoke like a king.

I, like a teacher.

Your blood ran quick, too?

At Cleitus' tale of
the Persian raid? Yes.

For in that act I
saw something that

might unite our torn
and bloody land,

and put an end to
Greeks killing Greeks,

and send them marching under
Philip on their holy mission...

to conquer Persia and destroy it.

Will Greece follow my father?

I do not know. Neither does he.
Men do

not easily forget
years of slaughter

and burning and pillage,
and deep and bitter hatreds.

And the cry of
"Philip the Barbarian"

still echoes through the land.

He may conquer, but
he will not rule.

Do you know how vast
the Persian Empire is?

From the Nile to the Indus,
from Samarkand to Babylon.

And beyond. Do you know how many
different people live there?

By heart. Carians, Armenians,
Jews, Parthians, Egyptians.

I know their customs
and their gods.

Yes.

For this is more than an
empire, this is Colossus.

To rule it would take a
man as great as you can be.

That is why I say patience.

Patience? My time is short.

Short?

When the great god Zeus,
father of Achilles,

gave him his choice
between a long life of

obscurity and a short
one filled with glory,

he chose glory.

So did I.

Achilles died young.

Your friends are waiting for you on
the field. It's your turn to throw.

We Greeks are the
chosen, the elect.

Our culture is the best, our

civilisation the best,
our men the best.

- Now watch.
- All others are barbarians,

and it is our moral duty
to conquer them, enslave them,

and, if necessary, destroy them.

Wonders are many, but none
is more wonderful than man himself.

The Persian way of life has
the seed of death and fear in it,

the Greek, of life and courage.

The gods of the Greeks
are made in the image of man.

Not men with birds' heads
and bulls with lions' heads,

but men who can be
understood and felt.

"Thus beneath great-hearted
Achilles his whole-hooved horses"

trampled corpses and
shields together,

and with blood all the
axle-tree below was sprinkled,

for blood drops from
the horses' hooves splashed them,

"and blood drops from
the tyres of the wheels."

"But the son of Peleus
pressed on to win glory,

flecking with gore
his irresistible hands."

To place such
responsibility on his

shoulders, to thrust
manhood on a boy!

Aristotle, we waste words.

You waste a great man.
In another year...

Another year? In a year
I once swept through half Greece.

In another year they
may sweep me back.

This time victory
is not on my spears.

You asked for my opinion.

- I treasure it.
- You won't take it.

- Tell him why.
- There are many whys.

- I know them all.
- I know one. The queen.

- I know that one.
- Listen to him.

Listen to what?
Does he say the boy's not loyal?

- To you?
- To me.

- He'd lay his life down...
- I for him.

But you are asking him to make a

choice between the
mind and the heart.

He'd make the right one.
I hold him to be a man.

An Illyrian spear through the knee.

What's an arm or a leg or an eye
for the sake of glory?

You've grown.
A year ago, when I left you here...

- Almost two.
- So it is.

Tall and straight as a spear.

A Macedonian spear.

- Do you come from Pella?
- No.

Straight from the
battlefield, to see you.

Me?

- How's your mother?
- When I last saw her, well.

- When was that?
- Several months ago. Why?

- Aristotle tells me you excel.
- Except in patience.

He's told me that, too.
And that you thirst for glory.

When we hear news
of your victories...

Victories? There are none.

For the first time in 20 years,
Macedonians retreat.

- I've heard that, too.
- And what do you think?

That my father's name
is Philip of Macedonia.

Can you rule in
Pella while I fight?

- Rule in Pella?
- There is a revolt there.

In my capital, in my palace!
That's why I'm back.

There must be loyalty
here to the House of Philip.

Can you rule? Aristotle
stands opposed.

Who else?

Attalus.

And you?

I rode 200 leagues to Mieza.

I can rule.

- At all costs?
- I can rule.

Tomorrow morning,
when the sun is high,

I want you and your companions
to ride into Pella.

And there, in full view
of the entire populace,

I'll proclaim you
regent in Macedonia.

- I'll go and tell the others.
- Alexander.

There's work to do.
Farewell, Aristotle.

Farewell. Take these
words with you,

and use them for
what they're worth.

Alexander is many things.
He's logic and he's dreams.

He's warrior and he's poet.
He's man and he's spirit.

He's your son, but he's also hers,

and he believes
himself to be a god.

Alexander!

The night was a thousand years.
When I heard last night that you...

You heard last night that
I was coming? From whom?

Oh, a man... a soldier...
a messenger. I don't remember.

I couldn't wait. I wanted
to come to you, to warn you.

To what?

No. No, not to warn you.
To beg you.

- To warn me? To beg me?
- I vowed to the gods that...

Mother, say what you want to say.

He's gone mad. No one was
safe in Pella this night.

Philip has gone mad.

Send them away.

They're my friends,
here for safety.

Send them away!

What's all this about my father?

To the sword, the
cross, the rack, men

that have been his
friends for years.

Now everyone is his enemy.
He accuses

everyone of conspiring
against him.

Even me. You'll hear that story,
Alexander. You'll hear it from him.

But you mustn't believe it.
You mustn't. You don't, do you?

Why should he accuse you?

He wants to get rid of me.
He's been wanting to for years.

He wants to marry again.

- Who?
- Attalus's niece.

You be careful of Attalus.
You be careful of all of them.

She's no fool.

She won't let him throw
her away like he's

done with all the others.
She's young.

Mother!

Whatever he asks of you, do.
Whatever he says, agree with.

For when you're regent...

When you're regent, then...
we'll rule.

We?

Your father will see you now.

Have you seen your mother?

Yes.

An act of revolt
against the state is treason.

In giving you the regency,
I give you power.

Power is absolute...
if you don't use it, you lose it.

- My father always spoke bluntly.
- Did he?

That's not what people say.
They say.

"Philip, the
cunning", "the fox".

- Speak bluntly now.
- I do not choose to.

Then I do not choose to answer.

Who says choice is yours?
Alexander!

All I ask is truth.

I've been at
Mieza all this time.

You saw her. Many
times you saw her.

Whenever I could.

And never did you
hear about this plot?

It's your choice as king
to put me on the rack.

There's a man on the rack now,
a kinsman of your mother's,

who, before he died,
screamed her name.

Torture makes men
scream blasphemies.

Is it blasphemy
to speak her name?

In foul lies, yes.

And if I brought you proof
that this revolt was brewed by her?

If I brought you
proof, and you brought

me proof, and we
swore to heaven?

Here we stand,
and you believe in me or you don't!

I want to.

- And I want you to.
- Then listen.

And listen carefully, boy.
This woman...

- My mother.
- Wants to rule.

She is the queen.

You asked for blunt words...
so she's called.

There is no love between us.
She can only

rule through you.
You are her power.

And her pawn.

- I'm no one's pawn.
- Are you sure?

A rumour here in Pella...
the Macedonian army is defeated.

Philip is dying. Philip is dead.
Rumours, rumours.

- Spread by whom?
- By her. Here in Pella, chaos.

Who rules? She does.

Antipater, my regent,
dare not oppose

her, for she claims
she rules for you.

To back up that claim, she calls on
her brother, the king of Epirus.

For the first time
since I took power in Macedonia,

a foreign army stands
on its borders.

Now she has the
power she seeks, for.

Antipater dare not
use his troops in war.

So he gives in to
her, for he knows

that I may need those troops.
And I do!

Now there's no longer chaos
in Pella, there's murder.

Some of my best men died.

What does it matter
that the Macedonian.

Empire crumbles?
She rules in Pella!

This is why Attalus
stood opposed last night at Mieza.

Is it?

And why Parmenio stood in silence.

They were afraid
of her hold on you.

I am not.

Alexander, as your first act as
regent, send your mother away.

- Exile my mother?
- Back to her kinsmen in Epirus.

- She'll be happy.
- Is that the cost of my proof?

How do you think I came to power?
My brothers...

I know. You slew them.
Do you want me to do that, too?

Why didn't you ask me this
last night in Mieza?

And if I do this, then, Father,
I'll be your pawn, won't I?

Aristotle was right.
You're not ready to rule.

All you're fit for is to fight and
die like any Macedonian soldier.

Then at least live like one.
Get drunk. Choose a woman.

I do!

I choose her!

Young fool!

Fool! You fool!

By my right as king,

I give you, Alexander of Macedonia,
the seal of regency.

With this seal, you rule in my
absence as though you were king.

You have the power to
collect taxes, raise

troops, make war and
hold royal court.

For as it is with the king,

according to ancient Macedonian
law, so it is with his regent.

He is, in his single person,
lord of all things,

both open and secret,
at once general and absolute.

I am leaving Antipater
here as your adviser.

Alexander, there's another
ancient law of kingship...

to trust no one,

and to learn how to be alone.

Are you asleep?

No.

You're regent now.

Not because he wanted it so,
but because he had no choice.

You're regent now.

Good night, Mother.

- Alexander, I swear to you...
- Do not swear, Mother.

Who else should
I have fought for except you?

What other love do I have?

There were rumours of his death.
He was being defeated.

There were others who
claimed the crown.

Why, Mother?

The crown is mine
by right of birth, isn't it?

You wanted to swear before.
Swear that!

By divine right.

Good night, Mother.

Good night, Alexander.

There's peace in the hills.

The tribes revolted
against the king.

Your father may
need these troops.

The regent is, in
my father's words,

lord of all things, open and
secret, general and absolute.

You will rebuild your city here
and name it Alexandropolis.

No man's pawn.

I return this seal of
regency, as ordered.

The news is that you
move against Athens.

The news here is that
you move against hill tribesmen.

That you set men free
whom I imprisoned.

That you set up
statues to yourself.

That you name cities after
yourself. That you're all heroes.

Mine were the
orders, they obeyed.

Yes.

You ruled well in Pella...
for yourself.

How many Macedonian
troops that I could...

use have you lost on
your road to glory?

This leg of mine!

How could you, sir,
regret a wound that at

every step reminds
us of your conquests?

Alexander, walk with me.

- You have my temper.
- I know.

And my ambition. More, I think.

Alexandropolis!

At least wait until I die.

I've given you command
of the left wing of my cavalry.

This time we'll crush them.

I'll ride into Athens.
And what'll they cry then?

"Philip the Barbarian" or "Philip,
captain general of all Greece"?

You will ride with me.

Alexander, this
girl, Attalus' niece,

she means very much to me.

My name is Eurydice.

I know your name.

Are you afraid to speak to me?

Afraid?

Forgive me for using
the word "afraid" to Alexander.

- Laughter sits well on your face.
- And on yours.

- Could there be a bond between us?
- A bond?

- I will not have you frown.
- Command comes easily to you.

It was not a command.
An entreaty, a wish.

You are very young.

Older than you by a year.

And very beautiful.

You look at a woman
like your father does.

Perhaps I'm... jealous.

I am... of his love for you.

Flattery comes
easily to you, too.

Does Alexander need flattery?

Truth.

Why did you come here?

To find out if there
will be hate between us.

- Once, when I was much younger...
- Much?

Very much.

My father took a new woman into the
house. I went to him and spoke out.

For my father has
had many wives and

mistresses, and many
children by them.

There will be hate between us.

As I said, I was young
and did not understand my father.

"Why" I asked "must there always
be new rivals for the throne?"

He threw back his head,
laughed, and he said.

"My boy, if I surround you
with competitors

you will have all the more reason
to surpass them in merit."

My father, as I said,
had many wives and mistresses.

- Tears spring easily to your eyes.
- I do not wear a mask as you do.

What I am is on my face,
and what I see is on my tongue.

And what do you see?

A young girl, an old man and an
ambitious general called Attalus.

And love?
You do not see that at all, do you?

- This is not the way I wanted it.
- What do you want?

To be able to love Philip, and
to be loved in turn... in peace.

As his mistress, his
wife or his queen?

As his queen.

So be it.

Alexander, I told you before,

this girl means very much to me.

The Thebans will not let us pass.
We fight tomorrow.

To fight means perhaps to die.

Again, please,
let there be no quarrel between us.

I said... so be it.

Again, the Macedonian
is on the march...

the wolf, Philip,
and his whelp, Alexander.

Again, all we hold
sacred is in peril.

But here, at Chaeronea,

the fate of Greece
will once and for all be decided.

Shall it live under freedom?
Or tyranny?

For this sacred
struggle, even the graves

of our fathers will
yield up their dead.

Athenians!

Macedonians!

Demosthenes declares openly

that the battle of Chaeronea
will decide once and for all

who is to be master in Greece.

Macedonians, give him his answer!

Hail, Alexander, hero.
Hero of Chaeronea.

We Athenians would like
permission to bury our dead.

Let them lie and
rot on the field of.

Chaeronea till they
stink to the heavens.

To the hero of Chaeronea!

Alexander!

And now... to the victor.

- To me!
- To Philip!

To Philip.

Fierce in battle,
generous in victory.

You see, Memnon?

I defeat you and
I invite you to dine with me.

Isn't that the way
an Athenian gentleman behaves?

I could destroy Athens
now, but I won't.

To destroy a centre of culture
would be the act of a barbarian.

And that, Philip is not.

Is he, Memnon?

Is he, Athenians?

Is he, Demosthenes?

Is he, Demosthenes?

Is he?

Is he, Demosthenes?

Is he, Demosthenes?

Philip the Barbarian.

Philip the Barbarian.

Philip the Barbarian.

Philip the Barbarian dances over
your dead bodies, you Athenians!

Father, you're Philip of Macedonia,
now captain general of all Greece.

You're right. My victory,
my kingdom, my Greece!

Not yours!

Philip the Barbarian!

Alexander.

Too much to drink.

Much too much to drink.

Athenians...

Demosthenes...

Saved my life.

He could have been king.
Saved my life.

Don't ever forget that.

Philip the Barbarian.

Philip the Barbarian.

Philip...

A young girl...

and a drunken, foolish old man.

In tribute to the
heroic Athenian dead,

I send their ashes
back to Athens

under the escort of
my son Alexander.

And there, in Athens,

a treaty of peace will be drawn up
between us by my son Alexander.

To all those who
died like men on the

bloody field of
Chaeronea, all hail!

Alexander rides to Athens,

and I stay here.

It was a wise decision.

To win the war and lose
the peace is folly.

There'd be no cheers
for you in Athens.

Only hatred, and perhaps an
assassin's dagger at your throat.

When and where
will I meet that dagger, friend?

To my humble home,
Alexander, and in

the name of Athens,
I bid you welcome.

Oratory, Demosthenes,
is a noble profession,

and, I am told, a rewarding one.
How humble is your home, Aeschenes?

Almost Macedonian...
empty of all, save victories.

- Well said.
- Well rehearsed.

And well acted.

I have heard that
there are no two better

actors than Demosthenes
and Aeschenes.

I should like to
witness a performance.

And I should like to know,

where were all these
wonderful physiques

when we defeated
you at Chaeronea?

Memnon.

Had so great a victory been
mine, I would have said the same.

My wife, Barsine.

Barsine.

And this, Stratocles,
Athenian senator.

Thocian, general. Charidemus,
commander of the Athenian fleet.

- Barsine is a Persian name.
- I am both Persian and Greek.

Athens is now my home. Both my
husband and I love it very much.

My father once said
"Athens is neither

a city nor a state.
It's an idea."

I can understand that
now that I'm here.

And Aristotle taught
me that an idea is

greater than a man.
An idea is divine.

Do you believe that?

We demand no ransom nor tribute.

All Athenian prisoners of war
shall go free.

We ask that all Greek
city states and nations

agree that no Greek
in any part of the

world shall bear
arms against us.

- And that is all?
- No.

Each state here agrees
to supply men, arms

and ships for the
war against Persia.

Unlimited men?
Unlimited arms? Unlimited ships?

- Till victory be won.
- Whose victory?

These are the terms.

You see? We have lost
the right to choose

for whom and for
what we are to die.

What have you gained?

For the first time in
history, Greece is able

to measure its strength
with any empire.

A nation with a destiny,
a divine mission

to bring Greek culture
to all the world.

Or have your ideas
grown greater than your men?

Now you have that unity and
strength to fulfil that mission.

And this is what I
have brought you.

Philip of Macedonia further decrees
that no Macedonian troops...

Philip of Macedon
used words to gain his ends.

This boy believes in what he says.

Mother, I have brought you
many tales from Athens,

and many gifts...
gifts for a queen.

Bring them to her, not to me.
I am queen no longer.

Queen no longer?

Divorced by your
father's royal decree.

Philip has said to
all Greece that his

wife, your mother,
is unfaithful.

- I am leaving Pella.
- Also by royal decree?

Not by his words, by his deeds.

Here I am alone.

Behind my back, laughter.

Olympias wants no one's pity. I'll
be treated like I once was or...

I did not think I had
any tears left to shed.

No!

No, Alexander.

Go to his wedding in peace.
Accept it as the will of the gods.

I have my destiny, you have yours.

Greetings, companion... my son.

Alexander.

How do I tear down
this wall that stands

between us? By breach?
Assault? Storm?

- You built the wall.
- How? By marrying Eurydice?

- You said "So be it."
- Were my words all you needed?

- No.
- Then why seek my approval now?

Because you're my son.

Your divorce stated
my mother was unfaithful.

Everyone worships the gods
in their own way. Your mother...

- But it states...
- That was a mistake.

A mistake that
threw dirt on my name.

I was angry, sick.

- I acted without thinking.
- Not you, Father.

You've never done a
thing without weighing

it on the scale
of your ambition.

You give, not because you want to.
You made me regent.

You gave me my command at
Chaeronea, sent me to Athens.

You, Alexander! You high-minded
philosopher, you god among men,

why did you accept,
if not for love of the same things?

In heaven's name, let's talk
of things as they really are.

A Macedonian princess!

Not from Epirus,
nor Athens, but Macedonia.

Is it in your mind
to cut me out of the succession?

You play a dangerous
game with me, boy.

And you with me.

If you think victory at Chaeronea
made you greater than you are,

- you'd better measure your shadow.
- I have measured it.

Why should that be in my mind?

Because you now see me as a rival,
not as a son.

If I did, you wouldn't be alive.

Give me your hand.

Give it to me!

To the new queen!

And may the gods at
long last give to.

Macedonia a legitimate
heir to the throne.

You stupid, drunken fool!

You dare to call me a bastard?

Alexander!

Look at him, Macedonians.

This is the man who is preparing
to pass from Europe into Asia,

but cannot even pass
from one couch to another.

Mother, get dressed.
We leave Pella tonight.

To all men in Greece,
hail and rejoice.

On this day, to Philip of Macedonia
and his queen, Eurydice,

a son has been born.

These are Philip's words:

Let all strife cease.

Let all crimes be pardoned.

Let all in exile return home.

Your father bids you welcome.

The city states have sent
their quota in men and arms.

We march on Persia before the month
is out. There will be three armies.

You will command
the one that marches east.

And Attalus?

He marches south with me.
The ceremonies

that will be held at Pella...

- For the birth of his son?
- For many reasons.

Are very important.

All the ambassadors
of Greece are here,

as an expression
of their loyalty.

It's fitting that you appear
at your father's side.

My mother is to be
treated with honour?

Agreed.

I want the king's word for that.

Agreed.

Within the week, four of your
companions are to be banished.

Harpalus, Ptolemy,
my son Philotas, and Pausanias.

- Why?
- Because I think it best.

- Is their loyalty to me treason?
- When it sets you against me.

I believe this is what they have
done from Chaeronea onwards,

even during the months
that you were in exile.

- I've heard reports.
- And I have, too.

I know the reason
that I'm back here in Pella.

I saw it in the streets.
You need me here.

- On this, I'm firm.
- And I am, too!

Let theirs be the choice.

Philotas?

I accept.

Then it's done.

Done.

Pausanias?

How will you be able to live
without your... god, Alexander?

(PHILIP CHUCKLES)

I accepted exile, not disgrace.

(LAUGHTER)

And Philip laughed?

As though I were a stable boy.

Your quarrel's not with Attalus,
but with Philip.

For Philip could have done
you justice, but he laughed.

Come take the sword,
this wretched hand of mine.

One deed, one act of glory.

My father once asked
what a man should

do to hand his name
down to posterity.

He replied "kill the person who has
accomplished the greatest deeds",

and then, whenever
that person is

"spoken of, he too
will be remembered."

- Mother!
- Alexander!

Pausanias, friend,
you've had much to drink.

Go now and sleep. And tomorrow...

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow... king!

Mother... what thoughts
do you put in his head?

- None that are not already there.
- And what's in yours?

- A name.
- Whose?

A baby's, the king's new son.

Philip has named him karanos.

A name, like any other.

The king who founded the Macedonian
royal family was named karanos.

What's in Philip's mind?

What's in Philip's mind?
What's in Philip's mind?

What's in Philip's mind?

(CROWD CHEERS)

Walk in front of me.

I'll walk alone.

(CROWD SCREAMS)

Leave him alone.

Alexander!

May the gods curse the killer
from now till evermore,

whoever the killer may be.

Father,

neither on my hands...
nor in my heart.

I swear it.

(FANFARE)

I hear you wait to declare
who is to be your king.

According to ancient privilege,
it is the right of the army,

both by law and force of arms,
to decide who shall be their king.

The hand that plunged
the dagger into my

father's body was the
hand of my friend.

And I slew my friend.

My father's murder
was carefully planned.

My friend was a tool
used by others for larger ends,

by men whose purses
bulge with Persian gold,

and who, for this
gold, would betray

their country and
their holy cause.

From Demosthenes,
the rabble-rouser in Athens,

to men here in Pella.

And there is not world enough
nor time enough

for these men to
escape my vengeance.

Soldiers, you were assembled
here on the plains of Axios

by my father, Philip, to be led
to the greatest glory and riches

that any army since the world began
has ever yet achieved...

the conquest and destruction
of the Persian Empire.

Nothing is changed
but the name of the king!

Alexander! Alexander! Alexander!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

Delegates of the Greek states
here assembled,

at the Treaty of
Corinth you elected my

father captain
general of all Greece,

and pledged him loyalty.

I claim that loyalty,
and his titles, now.

Corinth?

We pledge it.

Thebes?

Thessaly?

Argos?

Athens?

Do you place value on pledges
given at the point of spears?

If broken, I'll not hesitate at the
gates of Athens, as my father did.

I do not doubt that, Alexander.
And you do not have my oath.

For it is sacred only when,
as a Greek, I have free choice.

Memnon, to be exiled from Greece
for the rest of his life.

With, of course, the
approval of Athens.

I also order the arrests of Aeropas
and Hermanes for high treason.

To be executed in accordance
with our ancient law.

Eurydice.

- She was very dear to me.
- She was as my child.

Then bury her like a queen,
not like a thief in the night.

We Macedonians are
a religious people.

A suicide must be
buried in the night.

Suicide?

So it will read. She
took her own life.

- The babe?
- Plucked from her,

and thrown into the sacrificial
flames in front of her.

For your mother is
a religious woman

and seeks to appease the gods.

Is the tale too
horrible for your ears?

Shall I tell you, too,
who placed the noose

around her pretty,
white young neck?

But I am a religious man,
and accept the will of the gods.

What's man's fate is man's fate,
both yours and mine.

O Father...

O Father Zeus, I will lay
victories upon your altar

the like of which
no man or god has ever seen.

You god, that gave him to me,

and for whom I have kept him all
these years, do not break your vow.

If his life be short,
as is the prophecy,

give him in that short span of life
that which is the prophecy also:

Eternal glory to the end of time.

I now claim the whole of Asia...
land won by the spear.

I oppose meeting Alexander, now
in battle, at the River Granicus.

This is Asia, where
space is as vast

as time, and both
are on our side.

Here to the east...
mountains, desert, wasteland,

2,000 thirsty miles to Babylon.

Here, along the shores of Asia.

Minor... rich cities,
good harbours.

Here... Alexander, with neither
enough men, money or supplies

to do anything now but live off the
land. He must move down the coast.

What do you propose?

Retreat and destroy
everything before him.

Let him conquer nothing
but burned-out land.

And when his supplies
are gone, his lines

cut... At a time and
place of our choosing.

Retreat before this boy,
this adventurer, this pirate?

This boy brought
Greece to its knees in

16 months. It took
his father 20 years.

This is the Persian Empire.
If necessary,

we can put a million
men against him.

But not at Granicus.
There we stand equal

in numbers. I fight
one battle at a time.

Then let us fight it
and have done with talk!

Talk? Then fight
it by yourselves.

Memnon!

Darius, Emperor,
you hired my skill in war.

He also hired your courage.

If I doubted either,
he would not be here.

Speak, Memnon.

My lords of Persia, listen well.

Alexander is like a lion
on the scent of blood.

He needs a fight, a kill,
and he needs it quickly.

If you feed the growing legend
of his invincibility,

if you give him victory in Persia,
if we are defeated at Granicus...

You seem too sure of that, Greek.

The cities along the shores
of Asia Minor will go over to him.

For they still consider
themselves Greek.

Persian for 200 years.

Greek or Persian,
a man's roots are a man's roots.

Are they?

Is there also a doubt
here of my loyalty?

My lords, let me speak bluntly.

I am a Greek, as you did call me,
taking arms against a Greek.

This is not a game for me or for
my men. We have to win, as do you.

This is a professional
army we face.

You spoke bluntly, now I will.

These lands you speak of burning
are ours. The crops are ours.

Handed down to the nobles of Persia

by the great kings of Persia
thousands of years ago...

when men still lived like beasts
on those Greek islands of his.

Not a foot of land, not a grain
of wheat will be destroyed.

This is our decision,
Darius, Emperor.

We will meet Alexander at Granicus,
and we will destroy his army!

And I will kill him.

- On your heads.
- On our heads.

Do you have stomach for this fight,
Memnon?

Break of day?

Our women also wait.

For time is a thief.

I am not sending you to Babylon.

Who, then, will the king hold
as hostage for your loyalty?

You'll go to Miletus
with the rest of the

women and wait for
news of Granicus.

- As you will.
- As I will.

I will many things.

I can't believe in what you're
doing. Nor do I think that you do.

- You have eyes and cannot see.
- I see that I have no choice.

No choice but to
lead Greeks to death?

They're mercenaries.
They fight for pay.

- And you?
- You ask me that now?

Shall I ask it of your body
when it's brought back?

Would you have me
play the traitor?

What would you betray?

Half the night I've
sat and listened to

your talk of Babylon,
the king, his nobles.

Even in your troubled
sleep, the words

you spoke drew a
picture of twisted men

to whom wheat stands higher
than a man's life.

Who else opposes Alexander?

- Who else should?
- Every man who hates tyranny.

Which do you hate most,
tyranny or Alexander?

- Those words are strange.
- This empire for which you fight

is old and corrupt
and begs destruction.

The world we live
in begs destruction.

No. It needs a new
force, a new idea.

And that idea has come to Asia,
as it came to Greece.

And like Greece, it's here. You see
it, but you don't understand it.

Alexander.

I am both Persian and Greek,
and I know both worlds.

Perhaps the Athens in which
we believe is old and corrupt, too,

but its ideas and glories
are worth keeping alive.

Whose glories? Athens'
or Alexander's?

Both, if needs be.
A Persian victory

will not do this.
Alexander's will.

If you could not
see it when he spoke

in Athens, you must see it now.

Did you, when you went
into exile with me?

- I wasn't sure.
- But you went.

- I am your wife.
- That's a word in your heart?

- You ask me that now?
- Yes, now.

For I believe he's
never left either

your mind or your heart, has he?

- It's a bitter farewell.
- Memnon...

For you, Memnon, I plead for you.

At Troy, Achilles found
his Hector and killed him.

Who will be my Hector?

To the god of battles!

Charge!

Alexander! Duck!

You treacherous,
murderous Persian dogs!

We ask for quarter.

Every Greek in the
world was pledged by

sacred oath not to
take arms against me.

I gave no such oath.

But you were bound
by it, like your men.

We now stand on the
field of battle...

you the victor,
we the vanquished.

No. I as captain
general of all Greece,

and you as traitor to your people.

Not for myself but for my men,
again I ask for quarter.

Ask it of the Persians,
who deserted you.

How will you celebrate
this victory?

At Chaeronea your
father danced over the

bodies of Greeks who
fought for freedom.

Freedom?

You fight for pay! Earn it!

Then let it be to the death.

Of all the Greeks who fought at
Granicus, no one escaped alive.

This, Alexander,
is the legend of the Gordian knot.

In many years past,
when we were sorely pressed,

it was said that a king
would arrive in a village cart

who would help us
and become our ruler.

This came about. And
the king was Gordius,

who left his cart here, as
it stands, with this message:

That anyone who could unravel this
knot would become ruler of Asia.

Many have tried.

All have failed.

Ephesus, Sardis, Helicarnassus.

He is cutting off the
Persian fleet from

every port along the
coast of Asia Minor.

Alexander's turning
the Aegean Sea into a Greek lake!

Alexander, your wound!

These Greeks to Macedonia,

to till the soil and work in the
mines to the end of their days.

The entire population
to be sold into slavery.

And you, Athenians,

you citizens of the
capital of the world,

you representatives
of its culture,

you dignitaries,
emissaries, whom I find

in Persia still
conspiring with Darius

as you did against my father,

you will be held
with us as hostages

for Athens' fickle favours.

Do you think to win
her favour by what you

did at Miletus or
Zeleia or Granicus?

Do you think those at home
will ever forget such savagery?

And for those of us
who might have come

over to you, we have
had our warning.

Against you it must
be to the death!

Yours the victory,

yours... the spoils.

You will be treated...
according to your rank.

- Barsine.
- Alexander, conqueror!

- Is he?
- That's for you to say.

- No, you.
- You sacked a city.

- Look at me.
- Burned it.

- Look at me!
- Looted, pillaged, taken a woman.

What do you expect to see?

What I saw in your
eyes when I awoke.

Because you want it so?

What I saw in
your eyes in Athens.

There I betrayed
Memnon with my soul.

Here at Miletus,
Alexander must be loved.

And where is Alexander's love?
"You will

be treated according
to your rank"!

- I did not mean...
- Those were your words!

My rank is hers. I will share
both her glory and her shame.

(WHISPERS) Alexander!

What?

- I did not speak.
- Your lips formed words.

What do you now fear to say that
you did not fear to say last night?

What thoughts drive
through your storm-tossed brain?

Thoughts?

Storm-tossed?

You chose to go.

Go.

My head turns.

It swims.

And why must you
always choose to be alone?

Alexander... now look at me.

These were found
on the battlefield.

From Demosthenes... to Darius.

We need wait for the
Athenian fleet no

longer. Let's face it
here, now, in Miletus.

Athens is not with us, neither
is Greece. We have been betrayed!

- Betrayed.
- It's over.

- Whose voice do you speak with?
- I speak for myself.

- The quarrel is not here.
- The issue is.

It has not been stated.

I see it in all your eyes...
and your thoughts:

"Turn back. Turn back."

There is nothing in
my eyes, nor in my

thoughts, that is
not on my tongue.

Nor ever will there be.
Command, and I'll follow.

That is not enough.
You're Macedonians,

not Persian slaves.
I want your hearts!

You propose to go on... without the
Athenian fleet, without support,

with a lifeline that
stretches back more

than a thousand
leagues into Macedonia.

This is what your
father would have done.

He would have left a garrison here,

taken back the spoils to Macedonia
in what little fleet we have left,

forced Athens into
supporting us, then

invaded with an army
five times as strong.

This your father would have done!

My father! My father! My father!

I am Alexander, not my father!

The hand that plunged
the dagger into my

father's body was the
hand of my friend.

And I slew my friend.

Mine the sin, too.

The crown is mine
by right of birth, isn't it?

Philip the Barbarian,
Philip the Barbarian.

And nothing can stand in the way
of Alexander's destiny, can it?

What's man's fate is man's fate,
both yours and mine.

Macedonians, I am
disbanding our fleet

and sending it back
to Macedonian shores.

We came here to Asia to conquer,
to win... or to die.

Do you need further words from me?

You Greeks in chains,
who fought for Persian pay,

are free to go back to your homes
or to serve under me as you choose.

For it is your birthright as Greeks
to live under no tyranny,

but as free men with a free choice.

You, too, are free
to go back to Athens, if you wish,

as I no longer need Athens.

For if she will not lead in this
holy war, then she must follow.

For I will embrace in
my cause any man...

Greek, Carian, Lydian, lonian...
who believes in it.

Greece is where you are.

Where you walk.

Where you talk, breathe, live.

To Alexander, write:

Every nation of Asia have I,

Darius the Persian, king of kings,
king of lands of every tongue,

ordered to be assembled
on the plains of Babylon.

Such an army as the world has never
seen before stands against you.

Therefore, we command you,
withdraw and return.

Go back to the bosom
of your mother Olympias.

For you are still an impudent
and shameless boy,

who in your madness
and ignorance have come to Asia

with your band of
robbers to do mischief.

I send you a whip, a ball and a
bag of gold. The whip to train you.

The ball so that you may play
with boys of your own age

and not meddle in the affairs of
men. And the gold for expenses.

For I have heard that you are poor,

and since I have gold
as abundant as the sunlight,

you need not come to Asia
as a thief to steal it.

You should not
have informed us of

your vast amounts
of gold and silver,

because now we will fight harder

until all your
possessions are ours.

Nor have called me
"thief" and "boy",

for if you slay me, it will not
be accounted a great triumph,

because you will have slain
merely a robber chief.

But if I slay you,
which I intend to do,

it will be said that
this great king and warrior

died by the hand of
a little Greek boy.

For I am coming against you,

and, having entrusted myself
to the immortal gods,

I shall be victorious over you.

Does he make camp?

Half a league from
here they stand at

arms, no baggage train,
no tents pitched.

He will attack soon,
within this night.

And we?

We will wait.

Order each man to stand at arms
all through the night

and to raise his voice
in loud battle cries.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

40,000 horse. Nearly
a million infantry.

200 chariots, with scythes
to cut horses' hooves.

Pits dug as traps for our cavalry.

- 1500 bowmen.
- Will the Persian move?

He hugs the earth
like a child its mother.

Make camp. Make camp?

Attack now, under cover of night.
In the dark...

there is confusion. On
both sides, Parmenio.

I will not steal a victory.

If I am to be destroyed,
let it be by the light of day.

Tell the men to rest.

(SOLDIERS CHEERING)

(CHEERING SUBSIDES)

(SILENCE)

Oh! An evil omen! An evil omen!

Macedonians...
disaster, destruction, death!

It is an omen of good fortune.

The Persian moon will
be eclipsed by the.

Macedonian sun. Is it
not so, Aristander?

Tell the men not to have fear.

The heavens are on our side.

O God of Fear,

to you and against failure...
I make sacrifice.

I now call upon all the gods
to prove to me and to all men

that I am truly the son of heaven,

by giving me this day... victory.

This aid I beg in prayer with
outstretched arms, Ahura Mazda.

Grant me through righteousness
the increase of my kingdom,

never to be destroyed.

Come to my support at my call.

You generals,
companions, officers...

this message you will bring
to the troops under your command:

This is the final battle.

This day, Greece will be revenged,

all Asia will be ours,
its riches in our hands,

and all our labours ended.

This, then, is the plan of battle.

We are outnumbered in everything
save courage and discipline.

But the Macedonian
army is such that even

if I, Alexander, were
to fall in battle,

only one man would be lost.

The Persian such that
if the head is cut

off the rest of the
body dies with it.

Therefore, Macedonians,
hold and wait.

Hold and wait.

Then, when we charge,
have but one thought:

Kill Darius! Kill Darius!

Kill Darius!

Charge!

(MAN SHOUTS)

Darius's bow, his
shield, his chariot.

The great king has fled!
He has run away!

The great king has run away!

(LAUGHTER AND SHOUTING)

So this, it seems, is royalty.

(WEEPS)

My mother weeps for my father.

Grant us this, Alexander...
that we may

bury him before you
put us to death.

Your father is alive.

I bear no hatred toward you
or your family, Queen.

He's braver than his father.
What's your name?

- Ochus.
- And yours?

Amytis.

Roxane.

Roxane.

We will go to the north, to the.

Caspian Gate, to
raise another army.

My wife and family, how are they?

Ha! Go on. Go on. Ha!

Alexander rides towards us. He
is no more than ten leagues away.

Abdicate.

Get away.

Get on!

Then die, Darius, Emperor.

Get away, quickly!

- This is how I found him.
- Did he speak?

He asked for water.
I gave him some.

Did he speak?

Some words I did not understand
well, about destiny and fate.

He gave me this to give to you.

Then he prayed. Then he died.

"My son, Alexander, look now
what I was and what I am,

with no one near me
to even close my eyes."

"Let the Macedonians and Persians
sit in mourning for me."

"Take my daughter,
Roxane, for your wife,"

so that the seed of Darius and
of Philip may be mingled in her,

"and that our worlds
may become as one."

"Into your hands...
I commend my spirit."

"That our worlds
may become as one."

"Into your hands I
commend my spirit."

Let the man who slew my enemy come
forward, for I seek to honour him.

Let him fear not, for
I swear by the gods

and by the life of
my mother Olympias

that I will make him renowned
and exalted over my troops.

Why did you betray, make prisoner
and finally murder Darius?

I did not act alone.
We agreed that such

an act would win
favour in your eyes.

And the crown of
Persia which you had

the arrogance to
place upon your head?

- You won hatred and death.
- You swore falsely!

No. You.

For he was both
your lord and your

kinsman, and you
swore loyalty to him.

I will keep my oath. You will
be exalted above my troops.

Impaled upon a stake,
and there be left

for all men to see
and remember...

that only a king...
may slay a king.

I weep, friends.

I weep for all those Greeks
who did not live long enough

to see such a sight as Alexander
on the throne of Darius.

For Ptolemy, a throne, too.

Thrones for all of you,
for all of you shall be kings.

Hephaestion, Nearchus, Harpalus,

all my companions, generals,
soldiers... kings, all of you.

Ask and it's yours.

Gold, silver, spices,
jewels, slaves, women... yours.

Cleitus! Where's Cleitus?

- Cleitus is drunk.
- And has what he needs.

(LAUGHTER)

I, too, like Alexander,
give to you everything I've gained.

For I, too, like Alexander,
am rich enough in glory.

My son, to make yourself
less great would be far better.

To my king, Alexander of
Macedonia, son of Philip,

who led us here and
will lead us safely

home again victorious
conquerors.

The war is over! Darius is dead!

The city burns! Our soldiers
have set fire to the city.

Look, it's burning. Look!

Look, it's on fire! It burns.

As should this palace,
a symbol to all

the world that the
holy war is ended,

that the Persian Empire is no more,
that Alexander has revenged Greece.

Women, who followed the camp
of Alexander all over Asia

and dreamed of this day
when we should return to Greece,

shall I, Barsine,
throw the first torch for you?

Or will you, Alexander,
throw it for us?

No.

No. Put them out.

Put the flames out! It's my palace!

My palace! Mine! Mine! Mine!

It must not be said of Alexander

that wherever he
passed only charred

ruins remain as his monument.

It will be said of Alexander
what he has always wanted said.

You think me too drunk not to know
that you, too, seek to betray me?

Betray?

Either that, or you
cannot understand.

- I understand too well.
- What?

The fire that burns inside you,
put that out, too.

- That's heaven's fire.
- Alexander, let there be an end.

Why? So that you
can hold me chained?

Yes.

- Is this the degree of your love?
- My love has no degree.

You fear I'll leave
you for another woman.

No other woman is my rival
except your mother,

and your frenzied desire
to outdo your father!

I am not Philip's son.
I am the son of God.

The world is my domain,

and my mission is to rule it
and rebuild it.

We will march to the
end of the world.

It's men who must
follow you, not gods.

Men will. All men will!

Athenians!

Alexander asks that we now
formally proclaim him a god,

son of Zeus Ammon.

"O Athenians, when will you see
your days of glory again?"

Demosthenes once asked.

Well, now you have your answer...
never!

Alexander, who could
have conquered for us,

but now conquers for himself
and stands master of two worlds...

Europe and Asia!

In ten short years
he has conquered the world.

He has fought his way
2,000 miles to Babylon.

Miletus, Sidon, Tyre...

all these great cities
have fallen before him.

He has entered Egypt.
He has crossed the Euphrates.

Babylon, Persepolis, Susa...
all are his treasure houses.

He has done away
with Darius, and made

himself king of kings
over all his domain.

Master of two worlds,
he has achieved

what no man has
achieved in history.

And now he has crossed
into the lands of India.

He has gone further than
any man or god before him.

He has conquered man.

He has outdone the gods!

Make the resolution, Demosthenes.
Proclaim him a god.

Proclaim Alexander a god!

Why should the blood
of thousands be

shed to gratify the
ambition of one man,

who has disowned his father and

insanely affects
kinship with the gods?

This I've heard the soldiers say.

You will proceed to Ecbatana.

You will take
command, to ensure our

lines of communication
against attack.

Farewell, Parmenio.

Philotas, you are under arrest...
for high treason.

No more. No more.

Whatever you want
me to say, I'll say.

It's true, I plotted against you.

(GROANS)

I and my father Parmenio!

For your pleasure, great king,

a contest of skill between
a Macedonian and a Persian.

20 gold talents,
the province of Bactria...

my king has been very
generous to me...

I'll wager it all against
one of your Persian robes,

which I, too, must
now learn to wear,

that my Macedonian
there can beat any.

Persian that you
bring against him.

Come, Persians, will you wager?
Will you fight?

- Will you hold your tongue?
- No.

That's for slaves
to do, not free men.

Either I am that,
or do not invite me to dine.

Or drink, for the wine
has gone to your head.

Your father, Philip, won many
battles as drunk as Dionysus.

Send in your man.

- Let him live.
- No. Let him die,

as have so many
Macedonians, by order!

- Cleitus, brother.
- Can I be a brother to a god?

It is by the blood of Macedonians
that you have grown so great.

We were the victors,
not the Persians.

There are no victors
nor vanquished.

There are vanquished. All those
who came with you are vanquished.

If you cannot hold your tongue, go!

Your tongue is thick
with wine, too.

Is that seemly for
the king of kings?

Cleitus is dismissed by Alexander!

- In heaven's name, go!
- No, till I've had my say.

Then stand on your drunken feet,
if you can, and say it!

You cast aside every man
who's helped you, even your father.

I?

- I saved his life at Chaeronea.
- I saved yours at Granicus.

- He bore me a grudge for this.
- As you bear me one.

As you do to any man who
might throw a shadow on your glory.

There is no man alive
who can throw a shadow on my glory.

There are dead men who can, and do!
Philip, Attalus, Parmenio.

These words are
little short of treason!

They are not short of truth.

Let those who will bow before
your Persian robes and throne,

and accept that you have
disclaimed your father

and pass yourself off
as the son of God!

Let go of me! Am I Darius,
to be held prisoner by my friends?

Let go!

"Are these your customs? Is it thus
that Greece rewards her heroes?"

"Shall one man claim
the trophies won by thousands?"

I quote from Euripides,
your favourite poet,

as did Pausanias and your mother,
before Philip's murder!

Go now!

To Philip,

Attalus...

and Parmenio.

Cleitus, brother!

Cleitus, brother!

Is this Alexander, who cries
because he has killed a man?

Can this be he, who
lies there, crying in

fear of the law and
of the tongues of men,

when he himself is the law
and the measure of right and wrong?

Whatever is done
by supreme power is right.

These are words.

And Cleitus is dead,
and I killed him.

We will go back, Macedonians.

And I, Ptolemy,

companion of Alexander,
later Pharaoh of Egypt,

bear witness to the terrible return
from India to Babylon.

For the first time in the ten years
since he left Macedonia,

Alexander, sick and
weary, retreated.

But he turned even
this retreat into victory.

For within him,
out of the death of Cleitus,

a new idea was born, a new

understanding, a
new driving force...

that it was not lands that must be
conquered, but the hearts of men.

And at the end of the thirsty road,
at Susa,

Alexander pledged himself
and us to this new idea.

Make this union fruitful
as the seeds of the earth,

and let the children of Alexander,
a Greek, and Roxane, a Persian,

be of both worlds and live in one.

And let this be true
of all you Greeks and Persians

who are married here
this day at Susa.

And let this be true
of all you Greeks and Persians

who are married here
this day at Susa.

And let this be true
of all you Greeks and Persians

who are married here this day...

(FANFARE)

To you, you men and
women with whom I

have lived and with
whom I have died...

Philip, Eurydice,
Parmenio, Philotas, Darius...

and Cleitus... my brother...

I offer this prayer.

And to you for peace I pray,

that Macedonians and Persians

and all the people of my empire
will always be alike.

Not merely subjects, but people
who will live and build together

in harmony and unity
of heart and of mind.

For we are all alike under God.

And if God is the father,
then he is the father of all.

No.

Oh, no.

No, no. Not yet.

There is still so much to do.

Barsine.

Man's fate.

You gods,

have I not done
enough in this short

span of life to sit among you?

Must I be cursed with man's fate?

Barsine, after I am dead,

see to it that my
body is carried out

and cast into the
River Euphrates,

so that it may disappear,

that men will forever believe
that from the gods I came...

and to the gods... I returned.

To whom do you leave your empire?

To... the strongest.

Wonders are many, but none
is more wonderful than man himself.