TUS: Long ago, in a land far away,
there once rose an empire that stretched from the steppes of China
to the shores of the Mediterranean.
That empire was Persia.
Fierce in battle, wise in victory,
where the Persian sword went, order followed.
The Persian king, Sharaman, ruled with his brother, Nizam,
upon the principles of loyalty and brotherhood.
The King had two sons who gave him great joy.
Rejoice!
But in the eyes of the gods,
the King's family was not yet complete,
not until the day he witnessed a single act of courage
by an orphan boy from the streets of Nasaf.
PERSIAN CAPTAIN: Get out of the way!
(NEIGHING)
(GROANING)
Stop!
DASTAN: Stop! BIS: Help!
(SHOUTS)
Run! Run, Bis! Run!
Stay here.
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
SOLDIER: Stop him! He's getting away!
DASTAN: Let go of me!
Come here!
(SCREAMING)
In the King's name!
What is your name, boy?
- Dastan, sire. - And your parents?
Boy!
Brother, take him up.
TUS: Moved by what he saw,
the King adopted the boy, Dastan, into his family.
A son with no royal blood
and no eye on his throne.
But perhaps there was something else at work that day,
something beyond simple understanding,
the day a boy from the unlikeliest of places became
a prince of Persia.
The fabled Alamut. Even more stunning than I'd imagined.
Don't be fooled by beauty, Prince Tus. It's a city like any other.
Soft countries make soft men.
They stoop to treachery and now must pay for it.
My father's made clear Alamut's not to be touched.
- Some consider it sacred. - (SCOFFS)
But since our wise father isn't here, the decision rests with me.
I'll have one last council with my noble uncle
and my two brothers, trusted Garsiv and...
Where's Dastan?
(CROWD CHEERING WILDLY)
Come on! I bet my entire month's allowance on this!
This is embarrassing!
- Why don't you give it a try? - Get in there!
Is that all you got?
Prince Dastan!
(GROANS)
Where is Prince Dastan?
(GRUNTING) Prince Dastan isn't here!
- (CROWD LAUGHING) - HERALD: Your Highness, please.
Prince Tus has convened a war council.
I'm on my way.
Our finest spy intercepted a caravan leaving Alamut.
Swords of the best workmanship.
Steel-tipped arrows.
And promise of payment from the warlord Kosh to Alamut.
They're selling weapons to our enemies, Dastan.
An arrow such as this slew my horse in Koshkhan.
Blood will run in Alamut's streets for this.
Or our soldiers will fall from its walls.
Our orders were to subdue Koshkhan, not to attack Alamut.
Wise words, little brother.
Words won't stop our enemies
once they're armed with Alamutian blades.
(SIGHS)
We attack at dawn.
Well, if that's your decision, then let me go in first.
(GARSIV LAUGHING)
Thoughts to share, Garsiv?
I ride at the head of the Persian army.
Dastan leads a company of street rabble.
They may not be much for manners, but they're pretty handy in a fight.
The honour of first blood should be mine.
Garsiv, your hand is on your sword again.
- Where it should be! - Oh, my brothers!
(MEN LAUGHING)
Ever eager.
It's said the princess of Alamut is a beauty without equal.
We'll march into her palace and see for ourselves.
(MEN LAUGHING)
(SOFTLY) There can be no doubt of your courage, Dastan.
But you're not ready for this.
Garsiv's cavalry will lead the way.
REGENT: Princess Tamina.
The Persian army, my princess, has not moved on.
Their faith has little love for any truth
other than its own.
- (GASPS) - Perhaps it would be safer
if you didn't stand so close.
Whatever their faith, their bows aren't that strong.
Nor is their aim.
Gather the council.
Tell them I sit in the High Temple. I must pray.
REGENT: The High Temple?
Alamut hasn't been breached in a thousand years.
Everything changes with time.
We should know this best of all.
BIS: Remind me why we're disobeying your brother's orders?
DASTAN: Because Garsiv only knows how to attack head-on.
It'll be a massacre.
The Alamutians will be busy with the main gate,
so we'll slip through the side.
(EXCLAIMING)
Have you been drinking?
(WHISPERING) That's our way in.
There are two gates. The outer one's easy.
It's the inner gate that's impossible.
That gate mechanism is protected by two manned guard towers.
Yeah, well, there's always a way in, Bis.
You take care of the outer gate,
you leave the impossible one to me.
You know, sire, you won't be happy till you get us all killed.
Ooh! Wonderful speech, Bis. Rousing.
(GROANS)
Sound the alarm!
(HORN BLARING)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
Hold this.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
(SCREAMING)
- Watch your back. - (GROANS)
PERSIAN OFFICER: Eastern gate's open.
That's Dastan's man. He's gotten in. Dastan's done it.
Redeploy to the eastern gate.
(URGES HORSE)
Redeploy to the eastern gate!
(URGES HORSE)
(ALL SHOUTING)
(SOLDIERS WHOOPING RHYTHMICALLY)
(SOFTLY) Come on.
(ALL SHOUTING)
They've breached the eastern gate.
Collapse the passages to the chamber.
Princess.
TAMINA: Go now, everyone.
(SOLDIERS WHOOPING RHYTHMICALLY)
(ALL CLAMOURING)
(WHOOPING RHYTHMICALLY)
(EXHALES)
(WHOOPING RHYTHMICALLY)
(GRUNTING)
(WHOOPING RHYTHMICALLY)
(BELLOWING)
(WHISPERING) You know what you must do.
ASOKA: Above all else, it must be kept safe.
ASOKA: Out of the way!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(YELLS)
(HORNS SOUNDING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(MEN CHANTING)
Silly songs and scented smoke will do little for you now!
I think you'll find there's more to her than that, eh, Garsiv?
(MEN EXCLAIMING)
So for once the stories are true.
(MEN LAUGHING)
We know you secretly build weapons for enemies of Persia.
- Now show us where. - We have no forges here.
And what weapons we had, you overcame.
Our spies say differently.
- GARSIV: You can save a lot of pain... - All the pain in the world
will not help you find something that does not exist.
Spoken like one wise enough to consider a political solution.
Join hands with Persia's future king.
I'll die first.
(MEN EXCLAIMING MOCKINGLY)
(CHUCKLING)
That can be arranged.
TAMINA: Don't!
Prince Tus.
Promise me the people of Alamut will be treated with mercy.
(MEN CHEERING)
SOLDIER 1: Hey, the Lion of Persia! SOLDIER 2: The Lion of Persia!
They're calling you the Lion of Persia.
You've never excelled at following orders, Dastan.
- I have some explaining to do, Tus. I... - No.
No.
(LAUGHING)
No! We have some celebrating to do.
There is, however, tradition.
Since you took the honour of first assault,
you owe me a gift of homage.
A beautiful dagger.
He delivered you the city and its princess.
- I think that's homage enough. - I suppose it is.
First dispatch has just arrived, my prince.
Wonderful news.
Your father has interrupted his prayers at the eastern palace to join us.
No doubt to commend us on our great victory.
(CHUCKLES)
TUS: We had indications Alamut was arming our enemies.
Indications?
You better have more than indications
to occupy a holy city with my troops!
This (TSKS) adventure
won't sit with our allies.
Oh, but I suppose you didn't take that into account.
Don't look to your uncle, boy.
The decision, and its consequences, rest with me.
(GRUNTING)
(EXHALES)
I know you're eager to wear the crown,
but trust me when I tell you you're not yet ready.
No man would know better than you, Father.
Because your trust is something I deeply cherish,
I will oversee the search for weapons myself.
I vow I will not stand before you until I hold proof of Alamut's treachery.
(CROWD CLAMOURING)
- (GROANS) - Whoa!
The third step is the hardest!
Brother! Brother!
We've uncovered signs of tunnels on the eastern edge of the city.
- Oh! - I'm on my way there now.
Oh, but you'll miss the banquet!
You and Garsiv can handle Father in my absence.
- You do have a gift to honour him with? - Of course!
- Bis, gift! - What?
It's been momentarily misplaced.
I knew you'd forget. The prayer robe of Alamut's Regent.
The holiest in the eastern lands. A gift the King will appreciate.
You fought like a champion for me, Dastan. Glad to return the favour.
A rare jewel.
Present her to the King for me this evening, Dastan.
Sure you really want another wife, brother?
Listen to me, Dastan.
A marriage to the Princess assures me the loyalty of her people.
Unbound to us, she's a dangerous liability.
If Father doesn't approve our union,
I want you to end her life with your own hand.
So, I'm escorted by Prince Dastan,
- the Lion of Persia. - Mmm.
Must feel wonderful winning such acclaim
for destroying such an innocent city.
Ah! A pleasure to meet you, too, Princess.
And allow me to offer that if punishing the enemies of my king is a crime,
then it's one I'll gladly repeat.
Then you are a true prince of Persia.
Brutal, without honour.
Don't make the mistake of thinking you know me, Princess.
Oh! And what more is there?
Wait here with Her Highness.
If you can manage it,
I suggest a hint of humility when you're presented to the King.
For your own good.
(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
You've eased Father's anger, Uncle.
One day, you'll have the pleasure of being brother to the King, Dastan.
As long as you remember your most important duty, you should do well.
Oh? And what's that?
Making sure his wine glass stays full.
I'm told that another of my sons has joined the rank
of great Persian warriors.
(ALL CHEERING)
We missed you, Father.
I was praying for you and your brothers, Dastan.
Family.
The bond between brothers, that is the sword
that defends our empire.
And I pray that that sword remains strong.
I was hoping my actions would spare our men unnecessary losses.
A good man would've done as you did, Dastan,
acting boldly and courageously to bring a victory and spare lives.
But a great man would've stopped the attack
from happening at all. A great man
would've stopped what he knew to be wrong,
no matter who was ordering it.
The boy I saw in that square
was capable of being more than just good,
but of being great.
Well, in the meantime, I have a gift for you.
(LAUGHING)
SHARAMAN: Some questioned the wisdom of my bringing a boy
from the streets into my family.
I saw a boy whose blood wasn't noble,
but whose character was.
A king in spirit.
(ALL CHEERING)
Thank you, Father.
May I present the prayer robe of Alamut's Regent.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
What can I grant you in return?
Roham!
May I present Princess Tamina.
Tus wishes to make a union with her people through marriage.
It is my deepest wish that this win your approval.
In all of my travels,
I have never looked upon a more beautiful city, Your Highness.
You should have seen it before your horde of camel-riding illiterates
descended upon it.
(ALL MURMURING SOFTLY)
Clearly she will make a fine queen.
(ALL LAUGHING)
But Tus already has enough wives.
You, Dastan, might take fewer chances
if such a jewel waited in your chambers.
The Princess of Alamut will be your first wife.
(ALL CHEERING)
What say you, Dastan?
Uh...
He plunges into a hundred foes without thought,
but before marriage he stands frozen with fear.
And there are those who say he is not yet wise.
- (ALL LAUGHING) - I need a drink.
(ROBE SIZZLING)
(EXCLAIMING)
GARSIV: Stand aside! Out of my way!
(SCREAMS)
Father.
NIZAM: God help us! The robe is poisoned!
Somebody help him!
- The robe Dastan gave him! - Why?
- Somebody help him! - Seize the murderer!
- Somebody help him! - BIS: My prince, save yourself!
GARSIV: Seize him!
Move!
(SHOUTING)
Bis!
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING) Bis!
Come with me!
(GROANING WEAKLY)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
- What do you think you're doing? - I can get us out of here.
You're going to need my help.
(GRUNTING)
Come on!
- Close the gate! - That way!
(URGING HORSE)
(TAMINA EXCLAIMS)
Close the gate!
DASTAN: Get down!
There! After the murderer!
He's on my horse! He stole my horse!
(SHOUTS) Aksh, come on!
TUS: My loyal subjects,
the whole world grieves at the death of our beloved king.
We are all stricken by his loss.
That the murder came at Prince Dastan's hand
only makes our pain worse.
I didn't murder my father.
That robe was given to me by my brother.
Tus did this.
And now he stands to be crowned king.
I didn't kill my father.
I believe you.
You shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have let you come.
But you did.
I promised my brother I'd kill you if he couldn't have you.
(SEDUCTIVELY) Well,
the solution would be to kiss me
and then kill me.
(WHISPERING) But I have a better solution.
(SHOUTING) I kill you,
and your problems are solved!
Perhaps we can find another solution.
(WHISTLES)
(EXCLAIMS)
(GRUNTING)
(SHRIEKING IN RAGE)
Well, the solution would be to kiss me, then kill me.
But I have a better solution.
- No. - I kill you!
- (TAMINA EXCLAIMING) - (GASPING)
Give back what you stole, Persian!
Don't!
- Did you see that? - See what?
Go for that sword again, and I swear I'll break your arm.
Again?
You've used up all the sand!
- What? - (GRUNTS)
What is this?
(WHISPERING) Incredible.
Releasing the sand
turns back time.
And only the holder of the dagger is aware of what's happened.
He can go back and alter events, change time,
and no one knows but him.
How much can it unwind?
- Answer me, Princess. - You destroyed my city!
Our invasion wasn't about weapon forges.
It was about this dagger.
After the battle, Tus asked for this dagger as tribute.
I didn't think anything of it, but now I see.
With it he could change anything.
He could change the course of a critical moment in battle.
He could foresee the blade of a rival.
He wouldn't just be king, he'd be the most powerful ruler Persia's ever seen.
Greater even than my father.
It was all about this dagger!
TUS: My treacherous brother must be brought to justice,
and as such, I have doubled the reward for his capture.
Meanwhile, I shall strive to protect our empire,
as my father would have demanded.
A new reign has begun.
- TAMINA: What are you doing? - Garsiv can't be far behind us.
And Aksh is the most famous horse in the empire.
- This will obscure his tracks. - Tracks where? Where are you going?
To Avrat, where my father will be buried.
You're wanted for the King's murder
and you're going to march into his funeral
alongside thousands of Persian soldiers?
Well, Nizam will be there. He's the only one I can trust.
He'll see I was set up by Tus.
Step aside, Princess.
Every road to Avrat will be covered with Persian troops.
I'm not taking roads. I'm going through the Valley of the Slaves.
No one goes near that wasteland.
It's filled with murdering cutthroats.
(DISMISSIVELY) So they say.
- Your whole plan is suicide! - My brother murdered my father
and left his blood on my hands. If I die trying to set that right,
then so be it.
(SHOUTS)
So you're going to leave me here in the middle of nowhere?
Noble Dastan, abandoning a helpless woman in the wilderness!
What does your precious honour have to say about that?
(GROANS)
Give me the strength not to kill her.
Mount up. We can't be far behind him.
(SCOFFS)
Without the right sand, it's just another knife.
Not even very sharp.
This sand, is there more of it?
Of course not.
Well, how can I get some?
Try standing on your head and holding your breath.
See what you were looking for, Prince?
Start walking.
(EXHALES)
If you can't prove to your uncle how the dagger works,
why in the world would he believe you?
It's not your problem, Princess.
You know, you really walk like one.
Head held high, chest out, long, stomping strides.
The walk of a self-satisfied Persian prince.
No doubt it comes from being told since birth the world is yours,
(SCOFFS) and actually believing it.
I wasn't born in a palace like you.
I was born in the slums of Nasaf,
where I lived if I fought and I clawed for it.
Then how did you become a prince?
The King marched into the market one day, and he...
I don't know. He...
He found me.
He took me in. He gave me a family. He gave me a home.
What you're looking at
is the walk of a man who just lost everything.
DASTAN: Welcome to the Valley of the Slaves, Your Highness.
I'm desperate for a drop of water.
That's more than we have, since you emptied our canteen hours ago.
I wasn't born of this desert like you Persians,
all shrivelled and angry.
My constitution is much more delicate.
I think you mean "spoiled."
The wells of Alamut are famed for their clean, cold water.
Perhaps less time admiring your wells and more time guarding your walls,
and you wouldn't be here.
(LAUGHS)
Ah! A miracle!
I've silenced the Princess!
Tamina?
Can you hear me?
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
Yes, Dastan, I can hear you.
(HORSES NEIGHING)
(MAN UNSHEATHES BLADE)
(GASPS)
MAN: Do you know where you are, Persian?
(LAUGHING)
And yet you enter still?
In the heart of Sudan, there is a tribe of warriors
known as the Ngbaka.
They strike fear into the hearts of all they cross.
The Ngbaka are masters of the throwing knife.
Wielding blades said to have been blessed by the Creator himself.
Their aim is so murderously accurate they can decapitate three men
with one strike.
Oh, I wouldn't even bother doing that if I were you. Do you know why?
This is Seso. He's a Ngbaka.
I had the good fortune of saving his life,
which means that he is now enduringly indebted to me.
So tell me, Persian,
is there any good reason why I shouldn't tell Seso
to put his next throw just a little higher?
(HORSES APPROACHING)
(URGES HORSE)
(MEN UNSHEATHING BLADES)
(GASPS)
SHEIKH AMAR: So! This is the one, eh?
(LAUGHING) Yes! You were right. She's not bad.
Oh! She could smell a bit better, though.
Still, we have a deal. (URGES HORSE)
Clever princess.
Deal? What deal?
TAMINA: Such a noble prince! DASTAN: Such a gentle princess!
How taken you were with my fainting act,
eagerly leaping to assist the fallen beauty.
(LAUGHING) Who said you were a beauty?
There must be a reason why you can't take your eyes off me.
(STAMMERING)
I...
I don't trust you.
- And you're not my type. - Ha!
I'm not some desperate slave girl.
I'm actually capable of voicing my own thoughts!
Yeah, too many for my taste!
SHEIKH AMAR: Oh, yeah. She'll make a very nice addition.
What do you intend to do with her?
Yes, do tell him. Can't you see how concerned he is?
(SHEIKH AMAR LAUGHING)
- Give me a moment. - Yeah.
It's hard for me to admit,
but you were right.
I did see what I was looking for.
Dastan, listen to me.
When my uncle sees the power of this dagger, he'll believe me.
Dastan, I know I haven't been entirely honest with you.
DASTAN: Oh, but your lies are so clever.
I am the guardian of a divine covenant.
- That dagger is sacred. - Oh! Well...
It was being smuggled to safety when you stole it.
If the dagger gets into the wrong hands...
I will take care of your knife.
You won't want to miss this.
You don't understand what's at stake!
This is a matter for the gods, not man!
- Your gods, not mine. - SHEIKH AMAR: Come on!
Come on!
(CROWD CHEERING)
(ALL CHATTERING IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)
- Ostrich racing? - Yeah. Every Tuesday and Thursday.
Whatever they lack in beauty, they make up for in fighting spirit.
(CHUCKLING)
And the races are easy to fix.
DASTAN: I've heard all these terrible stories of this place.
(LAUGHING) The bloodthirsty slaves murdering their masters?
That's a good story. It's well-told, ever-evolving.
Yeah, but, alas, untrue.
But the skeletons that we saw at the front...
I bought those from a gypsy in Bukhara.
I crafted our lurid reputation
in order to fend off the most insidious evil
that's been lurking this forsaken country of ours.
You know what I'm talking about?
Taxes.
(SPITS)
And all these Persians
with their armies, their fortresses, their roads.
Who pays for it all, eh? The small businessman!
See, that's why I started a little campaign
to spread some false notoriety.
I spread it like a venerable disease in a Turkish harem.
(HORN SOUNDING)
Behold the mighty ostrich!
(LAUGHING)
Come on, my beauty!
Oh, I love this!
And the tax collectors steer clear of me and my customers.
Everybody's happy.
- Uh... - Hey! Get the girls on!
Get the girls on! Come on! Crowd control!
(MEN WHISTLING)
Don't just stand there! Run, don't walk!
(YELPS)
If you drop anything, you pay for it! It's out of your wages!
Now, don't look at me like that. You know what I'm talking about!
Do your job! Crowd control! Thank you!
You know, I think our little arrangement is gonna work out very well, young man.
(EXCLAIMS)
- Don't touch! - (LAUGHING)
She's a lively one! Where did you find her?
In the slave markets of Lur.
I was headed to Iraq to trade her for a camel
- when she attacked me. - Mmm.
Mmm. The camels are safer.
Noble Sheikh Amar, I appreciate your hospitality.
You run a fine establishment,
but if you could give me the supplies that we...
You know something, Persian?
You bear a remarkable resemblance to the disgraced prince
who fled after murdering the King.
Whoa.
Have I told you about the Ngbaka?
- Yes, you have. - Yeah. Nothing beats a good story, eh?
But yours, however, trading her in for a camel?
Please! I mean, look at her. She's worth at least two.
And as for you, young man,
did you know your brother's offered a reward for you
which, quite frankly, between you and me, borders on the obscene?
I'd trade in my own mother for that kind of gold.
What? You didn't know what she was like.
Take him down to the Persian outpost.
Wait, wait, wait. Look. That...
- Nice knife. - SHEIKH AMAR: Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's nothing.
- No, look, that's worthless! - Really?
Melt it down for the jewels.
(GASPING)
(OSTRICHES SQUAWKING)
(TAMINA GRUNTS)
- Whoa! - What's the boy doing?
No, you might kill a bird!
Hey! Over here!
(ALL CLAMOURING)
Whoa, whoa! I wouldn't do that if I were you!
Get to the tunnel!
Oh, look at this! That's it!
No more fermented goat's milk after the third race! You hear me?
Get after him! Come on!
- The gate! - Get him!
Stop!
Lift the lever! It'll open the gate!
- Give me the dagger! - What? You're...
This is not the time! Just lift that lever!
Give me the dagger!
- (DAGGER SWISHES) - (GASPS)
(MAN GROANING)
(SWORD CLATTERING)
Don't think it didn't cross my mind.
Move, Princess!
Persian!
Dastan!
(GRUNTING)
Persian!
(GRUNTING)
Looking for this? Key? Huh?
Oops!
Next time, you!
(YELLS)
They've all come for my father's funeral.
(URGES HORSE)
TAMINA: There are 100 Persian soldiers watching that gate.
Maybe more. If you want to stay close to this dagger,
you're going to have to help me into Avrat.
All these foreign dignitaries,
I'm guessing you know a few.
Couldn't you have found somebody lighter?
The Mughals of the Hindu Kush are a noble people.
You should be honoured.
Oh, yes. Terribly.
Dastan, where's the dagger?
You're welcome to search me for it.
You'll have to be very thorough.
Tus isn't here. He must still be in Alamut.
The sand that fuels the dagger,
there's more of it hidden somewhere in Alamut, isn't there?
That's why Tus stays there.
That's what he's got our army searching for.
I have to get a message to my uncle to meet me.
That's impossible.
(MAN SHOUTING IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)
Difficult, not impossible.
Or more proof you're insane.
Then why do you look so impressed?
Out of the way! Make way!
- Oh! - Oh!
- Turn around. - What?
Turn around!
You used to buy those for me when I was a boy.
You used to spit the seeds at Garsiv.
You should not have brought me here, Dastan.
I had no choice, Uncle.
Follow me.
I didn't kill Father.
You know I would never do such a thing.
Your actions speak otherwise.
But I had no choice but to flee.
Tus gave me that cloak.
- He was the one who poisoned it. - Dastan.
Well, he's not here, is he?
At his father's funeral. Instead, he remains in Alamut.
Our allies will see our invasion was just.
The search for Alamut's weapons forges is important.
Yes, but not if there are none.
The invasion of Alamut was a lie.
Tus is after power. That's why he murdered Father.
And now he searches not for weapons,
but for the sand that fuels a mystical device.
This is why you brought me here, Dastan? Mystical devices?
Do you remember, after the battle,
you stopped Tus from taking the dagger I'd won?
Mmm-hmm.
That dagger is the reason he invaded Alamut.
This dagger, you have it with you?
Yes.
It has incredible powers.
Is this some sort of a joke, Dastan?
What? No, it was in there.
Then where's your so-called evidence?
Tamina.
I...
(STAMMERING)
Your hands are burned.
Yes.
From trying to pull the poisoned cloak off your father.
- Is something wrong, Dastan? - No, no.
You're certain? You know you can trust me, boy.
It's just that, uh,
Tus is my brother.
How could he betray me like this?
I can't say, Dastan. Perhaps he
never respected you as you deserve,
only saw you as someone he could use.
Someone to keep his wine glass filled?
My service to your father was different.
We shared the same blood, Dastan.
How many times did Father speak of you saving him from that lion?
- That was his favourite story. - One of many, yes.
- (CEILING CREAKING) - No, that was his favourite.
I'm afraid you're speaking in riddles, Dastan.
Wait! Dastan!
(CROWD CLAMOURING)
Over here!
GARSIV: Murderer!
I didn't kill Father!
(ROARING)
DASTAN: Out of the way! Get out of the way!