...but you do nothing.
Three months you've been in Babylon and leave me in Pella...
...at the mercy of your enemies, of which you have many.
Antipater, accustomed now to the power that you have given him.
i must watch him grow stronger.
i'm certain that he communicates secretly with Parmenion, who is dangerous.
But beware, most of all, of those closest to you.
They are like snakes...
...and can be turned.
General Crateros.
Cassander is Antipater's son.
Even Cleitus, your father's favorite...
...and Ptolemy, your friend, yes.
But beware of men who think too much.
They blind themselves.
Only Hephaistion do i leave out.
But all of them you make rich...
...while your mother and yourself, you leave in generous poverty.
Why won't you ever believe me?
it is only a dark mind like mine that can know these secrets of the heart.
For they are dark, Alexander.
So dark.
But in you, the son of Zeus...
...lies the light of the world.
Your companions will be shadows in the underworld...
...when you are a name living forever in history as the most glorious...
...shining light of youth, forever young, forever inspiring.
Never will there be an Alexander like you.
Alexander the Great.
Remember, bring me to Babylon as you promised.
i can only help you, for they know if they harm you...
...they will face my wrath, as Queen of Babylon.
lt's a high ransom she charges for nine months' lodging in the womb.
Bring her, Alexander.
-lt'll give her such joy. -Joy?
When l'm the cracked mirror of her dreams?
Stay with me tonight, Hephaistion.
l'll take my own bath.
Thank you, Bagoas.
What bothers you?
l see in her everything l fear.
Yet l have no idea what it is, this fear.
She was always so sure l was born of Zeus.
Why, Hephaistion?
l think there are things beyond our imagining...
...like the lightning, tales of strange conceptions.
l don't doubt it.
What is being told me?
What destiny do we--? Do l have?
Well, if l'm Patroclus, l die first.
Then you, Achilles.
The generals are upset.
They question your obsession with Darius.
They say it was never meant for you to be king of Asia.
Naturally.
They want only to return to their homes, rich with gold. But l've seen the future.
l've seen it now 1 000 times, on 1 000 faces.
These people want....
Need change.
-Aristotle was wrong about them. -How so?
Look at those we've conquered.
They leave their dead unburied.
They smash their enemies' skulls and drink them as dust.
They mate in public.
What can they think or sing or write when none can read?
But as Alexander's army, they can go where they never thought possible.
They can soldier or work in the cities.
The Alexandrias, from Egypt to the outer ocean.
We could connect these lands, Hephaistion...
...and the people.
Some say these Alexandrias have become extensions of Alexander himself.
They draw people into the cities to make slaves of them.
But we freed them, Hephaistion, from the Persia where everyone lived as slaves.
To free the people of the world...
...such would be beyond the glory of Achilles, beyond Herakles...
...a feat to rival Prometheus...
...who was always a friend to man.
Remember the fates of these heroes.
-They suffered greatly. -We all suffer.
Your father, mine.
They all came to the end of their time.
And in the end, when it's over, all that matters is what you've done.
You once said, ''The fear of death drives all men.''
Are there no other forces?
ls there not love in your life...
...Alexander?
What would you do if you ever reached the end of the world?
l'd turn back and conquer its opposite.
l wonder sometimes if it's not your mother you run from.
So many years, so many miles between you.
What is it you fear?
Who knows these things?
When l was a child, my mother thought me divine. My father, weak.
Which am l, Hephaistion?
Weak or divine?
All l know is...
...l trust only you in this world.
l've missed you.
l need you.
lt is you l love, Hephaistion.
No other.
You're everything l care for...
...and by the sweet breath of Aphrodite...
...l'm so jealous of losing you to this world you want.
You'll never lose me, Hephaistion.
l'll be with you always.
Till the end.
The campaign in the northeast of Persia...
...turned into a hard guerrilla war of almost three years.
We chased Darius towards Bactria...
...but missed taking him by hours.
He was dying when we found him, sire.
He asked for water.
He drank and died.
The Great King Darius had been betrayed by his own commanders.
Fully honoring his corpse...
...Alexander hunted down these commanders into unknown lands...
...crossing even beyond the River Oxus into Sogdia.
We fought them as far as the unknown steppes of Scythia...
...where only legendary heroes had once trod.
The surveyors told us we were now on the borders of where Europe and Asia meet.
in fact, we were totally lost.
Here, Alexander founded his 1 0th Alexandria...
...and settled it with veterans, their women and any who would dare the frontier life.
Unable to accept defeat in any form...
...Alexander persisted in breaking every tribe that resisted...
...until the day he received the head of his last enemy who'd surrendered.
For Alexander, there could be no pretender to the throne of Asia...
...which now included all of Sogdia and Bactria.
it was here that he made one of his most mysterious decisions.
Ten years after his mother's insistence he marry a Macedonian...
Through our union...
...Greek and barbarian...
...may be reconciled in peace.
...the most powerful man in the world took a girl of no political significance.
Why?
Some say it was for alliance with the tribes.
Others, the desire for a successor.
And yet others said Alexander truly fell in love.
Who Roxane really was...
...i doubt that any of us ever saw further than the pools of those black eyes.
On this glorious occasion...
...l toast this great army that has given so much.
And in honor of them, those of you who set out with us seven long years ago...
...l pronounce all your debts paid forthwith from the royal treasury.
Praise Alexander!
And in honor of my bride...
...my beautiful bride...
...we recognize the many women who've shared the long road with us...
...and grant them dowries befitting a proper marriage.
And what about our boys?
And lastly...
...lastly, the gods demand no less of us...
...that your children be given a proper Greek education...
...and military training under our protection...
...so as to be the new soldiers of our kingdom...
...in Asia.
Your father must be turning in his grave. After all this time, a hill chief's daughter.
You call this tribal wedding legitimate?
Do you forget my father took a barbarian as his queen?
Yes, but few would call it a profoundly happy marriage.
But what's the point, Alexander? She's your captive.
Just take her as your concubine.
Because l want a son. Damn you, Philotas.
Then half your nobles have sisters who'd make fine Macedonian mothers.
To take an Asian as my queen, not a captive...
...is a sign of respect for our subjects.
lt will bring us together, unify us.
Which is not to say l won't take a Macedonian.
As a second wife? You insult Macedonia.
Never will our people accept this girl's son as king.
They'll be angry enough to find out their husbands all have second wives in Barbaria.
Then they'll learn!
By Athena's justice, this girl has spirit.
She'll breed a brave son.
Alexander!
This is about the honor of our kingdom.
Exactly. What can be won, Alexander?
We're in Asia to punish them for their crimes. We've achieved that.
Seven years from home, now we drift from one far region to another...
...chasing nomads and bandits when Macedonia bleeds its manpower.
For what? To build roads in Asia?
-To give these people cities? -And now make an army of them?
To found cities and expand our reach is not to drift.
-What benefit to Macedon? -lt's far richer!
-Look what you give them. -With respect...
...had you fought better at Gaugamela when your flank was crumbling--
-How dare you, Nearchus?! -General Nearchus to you, boy.
Alexander spread our flank too thin! There was nothing my father...
-...or any of you could've done! -Philotas!
Alexander, l've known you since you were born.
l supported you at your father's death.
At the very least, for Zeus' sake...
...and in respect to the council that chose you king...
...give us a Macedonian heir.
A Macedonian heir.
-You've been heard clearly. -But--
Parmenion! After the wedding, take two brigades to Babylon, where l look to you...
...and Antipater in Greece, to maintain our empire and supply this expedition.
l'll winter with my army at Marakand.
l pray to Apollo you realize how far you've turned from your father's path.
Damn you, Parmenion, by the gods and your Apollo.
What was in my father's guts wasn't overripe in reason like yours!
He never lusted for war, Alexander, or enjoyed it so.
He consulted his peers in council, among equals, the Macedonian way.
He didn't decide based on his personal desires.
l've taken us further than my father ever dreamed.
Old man...
...we're in new worlds.
Alexander, be reasonable!
Were they ever meant to be our equals?
Share our rewards?
You remember what Aristotle said.
An Asian?
What would a vow mean to a race that's never kept their word to a Greek?
-Aristotle be damned! -Alexander!
By Zeus and all the gods...
...what makes you so much better than them, Cassander?
Better than you really are. ln you and those like you is this.
Alexander.
What disturbs me most is not your lack of respect for my judgment.
lt's your contempt for a world far older than ours.
Five to any man who bothers to kill me.
Have another drink, Cleitus.
-Shouldn't you be bound to a king? -Cleitus.
Alexander, you look weak when you not accept these honors.
l understand, my dear father...
-...but it's against Greek ways. -Then Greek ways are weak.
l still think she got the better of him in this bargain.
My daughter, Roxane...
...she shall make you good wife.
She shall kill for you.
Raw skunk, ruler of heaven...
...and earth.
ln honor of this great alliance...
...l, Oxyartes, offer you these great gifts.
l would like to honor a toast to you from my people.
Good morning, sire.
We shall fight for you, Alexander.
lt shall be bloody.
Who's the bear?
Parmenion.
You've been in complete control of your supply lines.
His pessimism is infectious.
But he'll stay loyal...
...as long as his son remains with us.
Hey!
Her eyes tell me she cares for you, Alexander.
Perhaps too much.
ln the ways of my country...
...those who love too much lose everything...
...and those who love with irony...
...last.
l found it in Egypt.
The man who sold it said it came from a time...
...when man worshipped sun and stars.
l'll always think of you...
...as the sun, Alexander.
And l pray your dream will shine on all men.
l wish you a son.
You're a great man.
Many will love you, Alexander, but none so pure and deep....
You...
...love him?
He is Hephaistion.
Thank you, Bagoas.
Your boy?
There are many different ways to love, Roxane.
Come.
No.
No, no.
No. No.
You have no fear.
lt's fitting.
A man searches for a woman at Earth's top...
...and finds her.
The myth becomes real.
Great man, Sikander...
...you l kill now.
Do it.
End it. l would do the--
l would do the same. l'll die a fool...
...for this love.
My life is now yours.
You will have my son.
Who is this woman you call your queen, Alexander? A hill girl?
You with your breeding.
Already she makes enemies with her strong, clumsy nature.
Do not confuse us.
l was never a barbarian as Philip said.
We are of Achilles' royal blood.
Zeus is your father.
Oh, l understand she brings you some happiness...
...but how can she help you?
You must know that she does not speak in your name...
...which is yours and yours alone.
Preserve it, secret it...
...and hear me when l tell you, act...
...and act soon.
After seven years, people wonder:
''Who is this King Alexander?''
l have given you ample proof. Antipater daily undermines your authority.
Return to Babylon and strengthen your center.
Or come home to Macedonia and reorganize.
But do not chase your dream...
...further east.
Your life and mine depend on it.
Remember...
...my only thoughts are of you.
As you, too, must face your glorious destiny.
Think kindly of your mother.
Provide for me.
Protect me from your enemies when you are gone.
And remember always...
...it is l who love you more than any.
lf only you were not a pale reflection...
...of my mother's heart.
Pregnant so soon. The little whore.
He will marry her in the spring, during Dionysus' Festival...
...and when her first son is born...
...her sweet uncle Attalus will convince Philip to name the boy his successor...
...with himself as regent.
And you...
...you will be sent on some impossible mission...
...against some monstrous Northern tribe...
...to be mutilated in one more meaningless battle over cattle.
And l, no longer queen, will be put to death...
...with your sister and the remaining members of our family.
l wish sometimes you could see the light, Mother.
The truth is, he's taken nothing from you that you've not been long without.
The only way is to strike.
Announce your marriage to a Macedonian now.
Beget a child of pure blood. He would be one of them, not mine...
...and he would have no choice but to make you king.
There is still Kynnane.
Eurydice was perfect. lf your father, that pig, had not ravaged her first!
Say nothing more of my father.
Do you hear me? Say nothing.
You're right.
Forgive me.
A mother loves too much.
Who shall l sing to sleep at night anymore?
l wish-- l wish we could spend more time together.
Like we used to, when you were the sweetest boy.
There's never been time, Mother.
Since l was a child, l've been groomed to be ever the best.
My poor child, you're like Achilles...
...cursed by your greatness.
Yes. Take my strength.
You must never confuse your feelings...
...with your duties, Alexander.
A king must make public gestures for the common people.
l know, but you will be 1 9 this summer...
...and the girls already say you don't like them. You like Hephaistion more.
l understand. lt's natural for a young man.
But if you go to Asia without leaving your successor, you risk all.
Hephaistion loves me, as l am...
...not who.
Loves? Loves?
ln the name of Dionysus...
...understand how Philip thinks, for your own sake.
Your life hangs in the balance.
l know these things, Alexander. You are nothing to him.
His spies are inside your closest circle...
...to ensure that you don't plot against him.
And still you sleep.
You will not live out this year unless you act!
Stop!
l'm his only worthy son.
You crazed woman.
He'd never hurt me.
Even if Eurydice had a boy, he'd be 20 before he'd let him rule.
Yes, and you would be 40.
Old and wise like Parmenion. And Philip's young son would be 20.
Like you now, but raised by him, his blood.
He will never give you the throne now, Alexander.
Never.
What would you have me do?
Whatever is necessary.
Where have you lost your mind?
lt would be civil war, clan against clan, chaos.
Yes. And you would win.
Because the young ones love you like a god.
l forbid you to ever talk to me like that!
Such a man would be forever chased by the Furies!
What have you to fear from the Furies...
...for killing an impostor to the throne...
...before he murders you and your mother?
Why won't you ever believe me?
Philip did not want you.
You had a condition of the breathing...
...and he wanted to leave you in the mountains...
...for the birds to peck at your eyes.
What you don't know, my poor child.
Lanice knows nothing of this.
Lanice.
l was there.
Lanice was not.
No, Alexander...
...Zeus is your father.
l laid with him that night in the wind, as sure as any mortal man.
Never have l been made love to as l was then.
Enough.
Half the mothers in Greece share such a fantasy.
l warn you, Mother.
Make no mistake.
You will treat this girl as nothing more important than his other wives.
You will behave as we always have.
As the first.
l wonder...
...did you ever love him?
What?
l never stopped.
What is it, Orestes?
l beg your forgiveness, my king.
l cannot be part of this.
Who did this?
Tell me.
-Say it! -Hermolaus!
Death to all tyrants.
l didn't do this!
l've known you and loved you as long as l know.
Never will you find a man as devoted as l.
The conspiracy, such as it was...
...deeply upset Alexander.
Not only because it involved the young people who shared his dream...
...but more intimately, it implicated Philotas, his companion from boyhood...
...when a page confessed that a few days before, he'd informed Philotas...
-Alexander. -...of the plot.
Remember me for who l am.
l do remember you, Philotas, but not as you remember yourself.
And it appears to me and others here from the testimony given by your mistress...
...that the true weather of your soul is ambition.
No.
We all felt there was more here than sexual bickering.
Alexander wanted the truth and Philotas' answers were lacking merit.
Please take him away.
Alexander put him silently and quickly to trial by his peers...
...and whether plotter or opportunist, Philotas was found guilty of treason.
-No, Alexander, no! -Remove him.
The suspects were all executed.
None of us defended Philotas...
...but then again, none of us ever liked him.
And of course his power was carved up by the rest of us.
Before he died, we tortured him...
...to find out what his father Parmenion knew.
But this we never learned.
What to do with Parmenion and his 20,000 troops guarding our supply lines...
...was a far more delicate matter. Was he innocent in this?
Or had he decided to act before age further withered his power?
-The men will follow their king. -Alexander won't be there.
Necessity required Alexander to act...
...and he sealed the camp within the hour of the first accusations against Philotas.
Then go, Antigonus, and Cleitus.
And go quickly.
Three days' hard riding sent Antigonus and Cleitus...
...to Parmenion, the general most loyal to Philip.
His soldiers accepted the finding of guilt against Parmenion...
...as they understood well the code of vengeance...
...that made the head of family responsible for the behavior of all.
Many of us felt we were better off without that pompous thorn, Parmenion...
...as Alexander promoted all of us generously.
lf we issue the gold bullion in the name of Alexander then we meet a resistance.
Cleitus. Antigonus.
Parmenion.
Come, Alexander, drink this sadness away.
lf only thirst could quench sorrow, Ptolemy.
There's only one thing better than winning a battle, son...
...and that's the taste of a new woman.
You'll find it far sweeter than self-pity.
-Pausanias, you bore me. -Alexander!
-Be gone with you. -Alexander, l found you the right girl.
-What's your name, darling? -Antigone.
-What's your name? -Antigone.
-l love you. -And l love you, Cleitus.
-Please, no! -There you go.
l'll sleep in my grave, Hephaistion.
While alive, l prefer dancing.
Pausanias.
Who's your new friend?
-There's your new friend. -Please don't!
Don't! Please, no! No.
A toast.
A toast!
l drink to our Greek friends and to our new union...
...Macedonia and Greece, equals in greatness!
And to Philip, our king, without whom this union could not be possible.
Come, Attalus, leave some damn air in the hall!
And last, l drink to the king's marriage to my niece, Eurydice...
...a Macedonian queen we can be proud of!
To Philip and Eurydice...
...and to their legitimate sons!
Don't!
What am l, you son of a dog? Come, then.
What a disgrace.
Shut up!
-Shut up, all of you! -Please.
This is my wedding, not some public brawl.
lnsolent pup.
Apologize, by Zeus, before you dishonor me.
You defend the man who called my mother a whore and me a bastard.
-And l dishonor you? -You listen like your mother.
Attalus is my family now, the same as you.
Then choose your relatives more carefully.
Don't expect me to sit here and watch you shame yourself.
-You insult me! -l insult you!
A man not fit to lick the ground my mother walks on.
-You dog, questioning your queen. -Shame?
l'll marry the girl if l want, and l'll have as many sons as l want.
There's nothing you or your harpy mother can do.
Why, drunken man, must you think...
...everything l do and say comes from my mother?
Because l know her heart, by Hera...
...and l see her in your eyes.
You covet this throne too much.
We all know that she-wolf of a mother of yours wants me dead.
Well, you can both dream, boy.
Philip, this is the wine talking. Leave the boy. lt'll wait.
Now!
l command you.
Apologize to your kinsman.
Apologize.
No kinsman to me.
Good night, old man.
And when my mother remarries, l'll invite you to her wedding.
You bastard!
You'll obey me. Come here.
This is the man who is going to take you from Greece to Persia?
He can't even make it from one couch to the next.
Get out of my palace! You're exiled, you bastard!
Banished from the land. You're not welcome here.
You're no son of mine!
in the spring, Alexander marched an army of 1 50,000...
...across the passes of the Hindu Kush...
...into the unknown.
in his dream, it was the promised route to the end of the world.
We were now a mobile empire...
...stretching back thousands of miles to Greece.
Cooks and architects, doctors, surveyors...
...moneylenders and wives...
...children, lovers, whores.
And slaves...
...that anonymous, bent, working spine of this new beast.
Ravaged or expanded, for better or worse...
...no occupied territory remained the same again.
Although devoted to Roxane...
...Alexander's visits to her tent diminished...
...as a year, then two, went by without a successor...
...wounding Alexander's great pride.
The surveyors are saying that Zeus chained Prometheus up there.
ln one of those caves.
They say there's a giant eagle's nest just above it.
l suppose he drops down each night to peck out poor Prometheus' liver.
You remember what Aristotle told us of these mountains?
Yes, l do.
That when we reach these heights...
...we'd look back and see Macedonia to the west...
...and the outer ocean to the east.
But l fear this world is far larger than anyone dreamed.
A world of Titans.
The scouts have been up every known trail, Alexander.
There is no way across.
Except to the south, into lndia.
Were we gods, we'd breach these walls to the eastern ocean.
We will, Alexander.
ln a few years' time, we will return.
But first, the men must see their homes.
Have you found your home...
...Ptolemy?
More and more, l think it will be Alexandria.
Well, at least it's hot.
And Thais...
...she loved it there.
Women bring men home.
-l have no such feeling. -You have Babylon, Alexander.
Where your mother awaits your invitation.
Yes, l have Babylon.
But each land, each boundary l cross...
...l strip away another illusion.
l sense death will be the last.
Yet still l push harder and harder...
...to reach this home.
Where has our eagle gone?
We must go on, Ptolemy.
Until we find an end.
india, the land where the sun was born...
...fabled to be even richer than Persia...
...had never been explored or conquered.
From the beginning, we struggled to unify a land without a center.
Kings who conspired against one another.
A labyrinth of tribes urged on by zealots and philosophers...
...to die by the thousands for their strange gods.
We saw things we'd never dreamed and could hardly describe.
We saw birds that could talk and men that couldn't.
Craterus, in the advance party, fought against men with hairy skins...
...who were tiny and lived in the tops of trees.
-Over there! -They're animals.
Until Hephaistion convinced us these were animals who imitated men...
...but wore their own skin.
They called this tribe ''monkey. ''
Monkey. Monkey.
But we saw little difference with the tribes who lived among them.
-Look at his hand. -lt's so much like ours.
Hello, little man.
-Do they speak? -No, but they do sing and make noises...
...from the roofs of the forest.
We saw men who walked naked in public...
...and spent hours at a time staring and doing nothing.
Some who lived 200 years.
And then, there was the rain.
Never before had we seen water that fell from the gods...
...for 60 days and nights.
Well done today.
Make sure the women and children are fed.
You know better, Machatas.
What's your son going to say?
Come on, man. The older you get, the stronger.
Right, my king. You're my horse, Alexander.
l'll be with you at your side.
Everything rotted in this rain...
...and scores of men died miserably from the tiny serpents...
...that were everywhere in this evil land.
-What happened? -lt's to the neck.
Oh, no. Zeus, no.
Hold on. Hold on.
Be brave.
Oh, Zeus.
Our quest for gold and glory evaporated as we realized...
...there was none to be had.
Tempers worsened.
We massacred all indians who resisted.
And with the local water putrid...
...we drank the strong wine.
And as we moved south and east...
...Alexander often returned the lands we'd conquered to their defeated kings...
...so as to make them allies.
But this did not sit well with the army...
...who began to wonder:
Were we here for riches? Or had Alexander...
...in some remorseless and crazed quest to imitate the glory of Herakles...
...forgotten them?
One thing an army knows quickly in their bones...
...is which way the gods are blowing.
Kiss him!
-To Bagoas. -To Bagoas!
-And to my mother's god, Dionysus... -Dionysus!
...who, we're told by our lndian allies, traveled here before Herakles...
...some 6000 years ago.
To a hero.
To a hero!
Roxane.
You lose face.
These lndians...
...they are a low, evil people.
You don't try to understand them.
l try.
But this l know, Alexander.
ln Persia, you are a great king.
Here...
...they hate you.
Let us go back to Babylon.
There, you are strong.
We'll talk about this later.
Yes.
Later.
Talk.
l shall come.
Tonight.
And l shall wait.
Good night, my king.
Your Majesty.
Come, Alexander, drink with us.
-Alexander. -Alexander!
l remember a time you hated how your father drank.
Now l know why.
Dionysus is hero.
But he is also mind breaker.
He destroys our self-control.
Self-control is a lover l've known too long, Ptolemy.
The struggle worries me to the bone.
And success l find to be as corrupt as failure.
But Dionysus, bless his ancient soul...
...frees me from myself.
And then, l move up.
l'm simply, Alexander.
A toast to Bagoas.
And the 30,000 beautiful Persian boys...
...we're training to fight in this great army.
And to the memory of Philip.
Had he lived to see his Macedonians...
...transformed into such...
...a pretty army.
To Philip.
To a real hero.
Philip!
To Cleitus and his new appointment as satrap of Bactria.
Cleitus.
That's a fancy way of putting it, Ptolemy.
But we all know what a pension and an exile is...
...after 30 years' service.
Exile?
From where, Cleitus?
From my home, Alexander, Macedonia.
You could've asked me where l wanted to spend the rest of my life.
You call governing this major province exile?
Has Your Majesty given any of his closest companions...
...a province so far from home?
Then you won't make a very good satrap, will you, Cleitus?
So be it.
Let me rot in Macedonian rags...
...rather than shine...
...in Eastern pomp.
l won't quake and bow down like the sycophants you have around you.
Hephaistion, Nearchus, Perdiccas.
As governor of one of our most Asian of satrapies...
...Cleitus, does it not occur to you that if my Persian subjects...
...bow down before me, it's important for them to do so?
Do l insist on Greeks doing the same?
You accept Greek offerings as a son of Zeus, do you not?
Only when offered.
Why don't you refuse these vain flatteries?
What freedom is this, to bow before you?
You bow before Herakles, and he was mortal...
...but a son of Zeus.
How can you, so young, compare yourself to Herakles?
Why not?
l've achieved more in my years.
Traveled as far.
Probably farther.
Herakles did it by himself.
Did you conquer Asia by yourself, Alexander?
Who planned the Asian invasion...
...when you were still being spanked on your bottom by my sister Lanice?
Was it not your father?
Or is his blood no longer good enough?
-Zeus-Amon, is it? -You insult me, Cleitus.
You mock my family. Be careful.
Never would your father have taken barbarians as his friends...
...asked us to fight with them as equals in war.
Are we not good enough any longer?
l remember a time...
...when we could talk as men, straight to the eye.
None of this scraping, groveling.
l remember a time when we hunted...
...when we wrestled on the gymnasium floor.
Now you kiss them?
Take a barbarian, childless wife and dare call her queen?
Go quickly, Cleitus, before you ruin your life.
Doesn't your great pride fear the gods any longer?
This army.... This army is your blood, boy!
Without it, you're nothing!
You no longer serve the purpose of this march!
-Get him from my sight! -l don't serve your purpose?!
What was l serving when l saved your puppy life at Gaugamela?
Were you Zeus' boy? What if l left you to die in the dust there?
Do you think we'd be forced now to mate with brown apes?
Alexander!
Turn out the guards! Arrest him for treason!
-l'll go with him. -Alexander.
-Who's with him? -No.
Who's with him?
l call Father Zeus to witness.
l call you to trial before him!
And we'll see how deep this conspiracy cuts!
-Take him! -ln the name of the gods, get him out!
Now look at you! Great white ass, Alexander.
Hiding behind his fairy god!
Or are you too great to remember whose life was saved by me?!
-l am more a man than you'll ever be! Ever! -Get him out!
-He's gone. He's gone. -Alexander.
Come on!
What a tyrant you are! An evil tyrant you've become, Alexander.
You speak of plots against you? What about poor Parmenion?
Get out!
He served you well. Look how you repaid him.
You made me do your foul deed. Have you no shame?
You ungrateful wretch! No one, not my vilest enemy, has spoken like you to me.
Getting what l say?! Despot. False king.
You and your barbarian mother live in shame.
Cleitus.
Oh, my Cleitus. Cleitus.
-Let me pass. -None can enter.
l am the queen.
l want to see him. l've waited three days.
He says none, not even you.
-He needs me. -No, he doesn't.
And he needs you?
Hephaistion, you make a mistake.
The army grows restless, questioning.
Alexander.
They need your reassurance.
Heinous.
Like an old lover they forgive, but they will never forget.
-He was an aging drunk. -He was my friend.
His sister Lanice nursed me.
And how did l repay her?
Two brothers dead, fighting him by my own hands.
Her last remaining blood.
What will she do but weep on the day of my birth?
Come. You know more than any...
...great deeds are done by men who took and never regretted.
You're Alexander.
Pity and grief will only destroy you.
Have l become so arrogant that l am blind?
Sometimes, to expect the best of everyone is...
:::arrogance:
Then Cleitus spoke true. l have become a tyrant.
No.
But perhaps a stranger.
You've gone too far.
They don't understand you anymore.
They speak of Philip now...
...as if l were a passing cloud...
...soon to be forgotten.
l've failed...
...utterly.
You're mortal.
And they know it.
And they forgive you because you make them proud of themselves.
Philip once said...
...that there's a Titan in all of us.
That they wait, mixed in our ashes.
lt wasn't because of the wine, l killed.
lt was because l wanted to.
Philip, King of Macedonia...
...and leader of the Greeks.
All my life, l've waited to see Greeks grovel with respect for Macedonia.
Today is that day.
They say already, ''Philip was a great general...
...but Alexander is simply great.''
But if you ever insult me again...
...l'll kill you.
l've missed you.
ln the spring, Persia.
You'll command my horse from the right.
l'm honored, Father. l wouldn't miss it...
...for all the gold in the world.
Which, one day, you'll have.
Making himself a 1 3th god.
He's drunk so much wine, my poor Philip, he's lost his mind.
-Your Majesty. -Attalus.
l hope the prince is enjoying the spectacle...
...as much as our regent.
He's very tired.
Hey.
-Pausanias, bring the rest of the guard. -Royal guard!
To the arena! March!
No guard, Your Majesty? ln all this crowd?
-Greeks all over the place. -Cleitus, Cleitus.
My Cleitus.
This man you can always trust, Alexander.
Treat him as you would me.
He'll guard your back for you.
Yes, Father.
My people are guard enough today.
Let these Greeks see for themselves how l can walk through my people.
Then let them call me tyrant.
Bring the main guard in after my entry only.
Cleitus, make sure the wine flows steady all day.
l want them to like me.
Weren't you told? l go in alone.
Follow with the main guard.
Go on.
-Go on. -Father, it's best l go with you.
You want the world to see you're my successor.
ls that what she wants?
Don't look so hurt all the time, Alexander. Be a man.
You count yourself lucky you were here at all today, after your public display.
By Herakles, by Zeus, by all the gods...
...obey me this once!
Have courage, Father.
And go on your way rejoicing that at each step...
...you may recall your valor.
And now, our beloved King Philip...
...in whose honor these wedding games begin.
Pausanias, l told you--
Who's your new friend?
There's your new friend.
No! Please, don't! No!
The king lives!
Alexander, son of Philip!
May the gods bless the king!
Alexander is king!
You're king now. You're king.
Long live Alexander!
-Alexander! -King Alexander!
Alexander!
Alexander is king!
May the gods bless Alexander!
May the gods bless the king!
Alexander!
You break my heart, you men.
Afraid.
Of course you have fears.
We all have fears...
...because no one has ever gone this far before.
And now we are weeks from the encircling ocean, our route home.
We'll build a fleet of ships...
...and sail all the way back down the Nile to Egypt.
And from Alexandria, we shall be home within weeks.
There to be reunited with our loved ones.
To share our great treasures and tales of Asia.
And to enjoy our imperishable glory to the ends of time.
-Follow Alexander. -l'll follow you.
What?
-Silence? -We're with you, Alexander!
Crateros.
And another one.
My king.
l'm a fighting man.
l don't like no bellyaching. l won't tolerate it in any of my units.
l lost many a man.
Young ones, never been with a woman.
Some died of disease.
Some were butchered in Scythia by the banks of the Oxus.
Some died good.
Some just didn't get no luck.
But they died.