What are you going to do now?
Where is he?
Hey.
Garsiv.
I didn't kill Father.
Then God will pardon you
after your head rolls.
Not fighting with sticks any more, little brother.
That's all you got?
Your Majesty.
I thought you were staying in Alamut.
Tell me about Dastan, Uncle.
Dastan came to Avrat to kill me.
In the marketplace. I just got away.
Tus, my death would weaken your young reign.
Dastan hopes to stir a rebellion.
- He wants the throne? - I fear so, my lord.
Putting Dastan on trial would only give him a stage for his sedition.
My advice would be to avoid a trial.
Don't bring him back to Nasaf alive.
Whatever Dastan's crimes,
a public trial will best communicate the king I hope to be.
Strong, honouring the rule of law.
We are not savages.
You grow more a king every day.
Dastan must be found. He must be brought to justice.
I need to speak with our guests.
Oh, about them, my lord. Their practices are unusual.
The servants have seen things, heard strange sounds.
Last week, one of the horses vanished.
Well, just make sure the servants keep their mouths shut.
Or I promise you,
they will vanish, as well.
I have another task for you, Hassansin,
but you'll have to be quick. Your prey has a head start.
You brought what I requested?
These practices, they don't interfere with your skills?
In the trance we can see visions of our future.
Visions of death.
A destiny
and a curse.
In that trance, we can find anything,
including your nephew, Prince Dastan.
Then I hope you shall see more death,
soon.
Get down! It's a Persian patrol!
Garsiv.
What aren't you telling me?
The tribesmen left.
Maybe they tired of your penchant for lies and backstabbing.
I had no choice but to leave you.
I take it your uncle didn't listen.
It wasn't Tus that killed my father. It was Nizam.
- Your uncle? - His hands were burned.
He said it happened trying to pull off the cloak that killed my father.
I've gone over and over it in my mind.
He never touched the cloak. He must have handled it before.
It was Nizam who poisoned it.
What good does turning back a few moments of time do my uncle?
None.
He murdered my father for more than just a dagger.
What aren't you telling me?
You know, you've got quick hands.
But so do I.
If you want it back, you tell me everything.
No more games, no more lies.
Can we get out of here?
Only a princess would think she could outrun a sandstorm.
Nizam's coming to kill us. He needs me dead.
I need to know why.
In Alamut rests the beating heart of all life on Earth,
the Sandglass of the Gods.
Long ago, the gods looked down on man
and saw nothing but greed and treachery.
And so they sent a great sandstorm to destroy all,
wipe clean the face of the Earth.
But one young girl begged the gods to give mankind another chance,
offering her life in exchange.
Seeing the purity within,
the gods were reminded of man's potential for good.
And so they swept the sands into the Sandglass.
The dagger was given to the girl who saved man,
making her the first Guardian.
The dagger blade is the only thing that can pierce the Sandglass
and remove the Sands of Time,
but the handle only holds one minute.
What if one were to place the dagger in the Sandglass
and press the jewel button at the same time?
Sand would flow through endlessly.
You could turn back time as far as you like.
Yes, but it is forbidden.
When my father was a boy,
Nizam saved his life hunting.
One day, the two princes were stalking a beautiful buck.
But they were unaware of a lioness stalking them.
Nizam saved Sharaman.
My father told us the story over and over again.
I don't understand.
Nizam wishes to go back in time and undo what he did.
Not save my father. Let him die.
Then he would be king for a lifetime,
and my brothers would never be born.
Storm's passed.
Dastan, the sands contained within the Sandglass are incredibly powerful.
Opening the dagger while it's inside the glass breaks the seal.
That would destroy the Sandglass,
causing it to crack and shatter.
The Sands of Time would no longer be contained.
And they would carry the gods' wrath with them once more,
destroying everything in their path.
And all of mankind would pay for Nizam's treachery.
This is all that would be left of us.
The secret Guardian Temple outside Alamut is a sanctuary,
the one place the dagger can be hidden safely,
the only way to stop this Armageddon.
That's the truth, Dastan.
Give me back the dagger
so that I can take it there.
I can't do that.
I'm coming with you.
You're going to help me?
We could sit here and chat, or you could get on the horse.
Our journey is blessed.
We'll stop for water and push for the mountain pass by nightfall.
You enjoy telling me what to do.
Only because you're so good at following orders.
Yeah. Don't press your luck.
Persian!
We parted under such rushed circumstances,
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.
We've been tracking you for a week!
That little riot you started, it went on for two days!
My beloved racetrack,
all washed away like footprints in sand.
You see Anita there? Hmm? Look at her.
She's all that's left of my gaming empire.
And no matter your skills as a promoter,
you can't organise an ostrich race
with just one ostrich!
Am I right?
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Yes, sir. Come with me.
Did you know that ostriches have suicidal tendencies?
Look at this poor thing.
She used to be a grand champion.
Now I have to watch her night and day
to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.
So, it occurred to me
the only way to recoup my tragic losses was to track down
- the two young lovers... - Sheikh Amar.
...who cast this dark cloud upon me.
Yes! I'm going to need the price on your heads!
Your brother will be very pleased to see...
It's sand dervishes, Persian.
They're common as camel turd in the desert.
- No, Sheikh Amar, listen to me! - I'd rather not.
- Nice knife. - Noble Sheikh,
we are on a sacred journey to the Temple...
Temple, the Temple.
There's nothing more sacred than Persian gold!
Give me the dagger. There are too many of them.
You can't kill them all. You want to live? Give me the dagger!
Give me the dagger!
Persian, how...
How did you do that?
Instinct.
What?
We have to get out of here.
What happened last night?
Those vipers were controlled by Hassansins.
Hassansins?
For years, they were the covert killing force of the Persian kings
until my father ordered them disbanded.
Nizam must have disobeyed my father's orders
and kept them intact.
This secret government killing activity,
that's why I don't pay taxes.
We can't stop.
Well, perhaps you can't, but we can.
We could use your help getting to the Temple.
By crossing the Hindu Kush with a storm blowing?
You attract trouble like flies around rotting mango,
- and you're insane... - There's gold at the Temple.
More than 10 horses can carry.
Tax free.
Sir!
Do you have any idea where you're going?
I memorised this path as a child.
Every princess must.
It's sacred.
It's here!
The sanctuary.
The one place the dagger can be hidden safely.
I was expecting golden statues, waterfalls.
Give me back the dagger so that I can take it there.
Don't cut yourself, Princess.
Hey! Here!
Not long dead. Last night maybe. Tortured first.
- Hassansin. - Nizam knows this place.
All dead.
The entire village. My gold?
Where are you going?
There is only one way to stop all of this.
- What? What? - To make sure the dagger is safe.
The Temple holds the stone the dagger came from.
What Temple? This is a pile of stones and rocks!
The first thing we learned, if all else fails,
put the dagger back into the stone.
The stone will envelop it. Pull it into the mountain,
returning it to the gods.
The original promise
must be paid.
What promise?
The gods must take back the life they spared.
That'll mean you'll die.
Stay there! Stay there!
- Stay there! - Listen to me. Listen to me!
Give me your sword!
Give me your sword, or do you forsake even that honour?
There are bodies down there.
Murdered by Hassansins, on Nizam's order! He's the traitor!
Hassansins no longer exist!
You always thought you were so clever.
- No, this is no trick, Garsiv. - Sir!
All dead inside, sir. More in the village.
- There's one in there and... - Stay there!
Nizam wants me dead.
Wants me silenced. A trial would be too public.
You know this? He said as much, didn't he?
I know it hasn't been easy between us, Garsiv,
but still,
we are brothers.
Touching words with my sword at your throat.
You often questioned why Father spent so much time in prayer.
Before he died, he told me that the bond between brothers
is the sword that defends our empire.
He was praying that that sword remain strong.
Why would I go into Avrat for Father's funeral
when I knew it was so dangerous?
Nizam recommended your death.
Tus disagreed, ordered you brought back alive.
Nizam wants me dead,
and he's hired the Hassansins to make sure that that does happen.
He's afraid of what I might say
and who I might tell.
Tell me, brother.
Garsiv?
Wait. Garsiv!
Garsiv.
Hassansins!
Shut up! Shut up!
Protect the dagger!
Persian! Behind you!
Tamina!
Forget them! Throw these!
Find her!
Hey! Hey, over here!
You know what they say about men with big swords?
Tamina! Let me do it.
Only a Guardian can return the dagger.
This isn't something you can do, Dastan.
I'm ready for this.
I'm not.
Tamina!
Out! Enough! Out!
Garsiv!
Garsiv.
Dastan, I'm sorry.
Save the empire.
Brother.
Where is the dagger?
It's gone.
"Protect the dagger, no matter the consequences."
That was my sacred calling.
That was my destiny.
We make our own destiny, Princess.
We'll get it back.
We're gonna need another horse.
Where will you go?
To Alamut.
Nizam will use that dagger to pierce the Sandglass,
and he has to be stopped.
"And he has to be stopped. He has to be stopped."
That's good...
What?
A knife thrower with a conscience.
Our friends in the palace say the Persians have broken through
to the first level of the tunnels.
They'll reach the Sandglass within hours.
Nizam's keeping the dagger in the High Temple,
guarded by some sort of demon covered in spikes.
The Hassansin that killed my brother.
It's the only thing that stands between us and the dagger.
No man can stand within 20 yards of him and live.
Some don't need to get that close.
Spare some water, sire?
You sure about this?
- I owe the boy. - What?
You're a Ngbaka! Scourge of the Numidian plain.
Me? I'm a slightly dishonourable entrepreneur.
This nobility business is not the cloth we're cut from.
Hurry!
My friend, has anyone ever told you
that you talk too much?
Come on.
Have I told you about the Ngbaka?
Yes, you have.
I hope your brother listens to you, Persian.
He's here.
Seal every gate!
Find him!
- It's clear. - Dastan, I don't think...
I don't think you should do this.
Is that concern I hear?
- Caution. - Sprinkled with concern.
You flatter yourself, Prince.
And you used to be a better liar, Princess.
Perhaps I'm out of practice.
This won't be the last time we'll be together.
- Where is the dagger? - You Persian bureaucrats.
Such soft hands.
It's been found, my lord.
The Sandglass?
I don't have the dagger.
Leave me.
Hello, Tus.
Dastan!
- We need to talk. - Then talk.
- Alone. - Wait outside the chamber.
Now!
We are brothers, are we not?
The robe that killed Father was poisoned by Nizam.
Nizam? You're mad.
Who gave you the robe, Tus?
Who gave you the robe?
You trust him, as did I.
But Alamut wasn't supplying our enemies with weapons.
Nizam lied to us.
Why would he do such a thing? What could he gain?
Listen to me carefully.
Beneath the streets of the city lies an ancient force.
A container holding the fabled Sands of Time.
Nizam wishes to use it to corrupt history.
He wants to turn back time and make himself king.
"Sands of Time"?
- Heresies, Dastan. Pagan madness. - No.
I've seen its power with my own eyes, Tus.
And Nizam discovered its resting place.
If we don't stop him, our world could end.
If you're going to kill me,
best you do it now.
This is no ordinary dagger.
You press the jewel on its hilt
and you will see.
I should have had the strength to do this before we invaded the city.
What are you talking about?
To act on what I know is right,
no matter the consequences.
- The soldiers remain on... - Stay where you are!
He took his own life.
Then God have mercy on the traitor, for he chose the path of the coward.
We both know Dastan was many things,
but not a coward.
"This is no ordinary dagger.
"Press the jewel on its hilt and you will see."
...no matter the consequences.
Stop!
A moment ago you died before my eyes.
You pressed it.
How did you know I would?
Because we are brothers.
On the day we left for war,
our father told me a true king considers the advice of counsel,
but always listens to his heart.
You shouldn't have had to go so far for me to believe you.
Your Majesty, the soldiers tell me that...
I see that Dastan has indeed returned.
Tus, remember what I told you!
No! A moment.
Poor Tus. So eager for the crown.
And you, Dastan, always charging in.
So desperate to prove
you're more than something the King scraped off the streets.
What a glorious mess we are.
It seems the bond between brothers
is no longer the sword that defends our empire.
Yes!
He was one of us.
He was a priest of the Temple.
That's how Nizam discovered the existence of the Sandglass.
They've corrupted the Guardians. Infected us.
We're no longer pure.
We must hurry.
Pulley.
The pulley!
Now!
The Guardians built passageways underneath the city
as secret access to the Sandglass.
If we move fast enough, we can get there before Nizam.
That will lead us down to the Sandglass chamber.
There is only one safe path.
Faster!
Follow in my footsteps.
Nothing can touch the surface other than where I step.
Run, Dastan!
Run!
Dastan!
Nizam!
You murdered your own family.
Sharaman was your brother!
And my curse.
I looked up to you.
Dastan!
I never understood why my brother brought trash into the palace.
Enjoy the gutter, Dastan.
It's where you'll stay under my reign.
Tamina!
Nizam! Don't use the dagger to undo your past!
- It will unleash... - Unleash what?
God's wrath? Hell itself?
Don't do this!
Stop him! If the glass shatters, the world dies with it.
It's not my destiny, it's yours. It always has been.
- Let me go. - I won't.
- Let me go. - I'm not letting you go!
I wish we could have been together.
No!
No! No!
- Dastan! - No!
Tamina! No!
No!
Dastan!
Tamina!
Family.
Prince Dastan!
Bis? You're here!
Of course I'm here.
Our men have surrounded Alamut's palace.
The battle is over.
Not yet.
Wait!
Wait.
Brave soldiers of Persia,
we have been deceived into attacking this holy city!
Alamut has no weapon forges!
Dastan!
Have you gone mad?
I cannot stand silent in the face of treachery. This war was set up
by one trusted above all else,
our Uncle Nizam!
Dastan has fought hard today,
perhaps too hard!
What he needs now is to get out from under this burning sun to rest,
gather his wits!
The weapons we found are forgeries!
There are no weapons here, Uncle, and you know it!
And the spy who supposedly intercepted them was hired by you
to persuade all of us to invade Alamut!
What is this, Dastan? Victor's remorse?
You yourself led the attack! Brought us this great triumph!
I should never have let the attack happen.
I knew in my heart that it was wrong.
It will never be you.
You will never be king.
You don't have the heart.
You will die in the shadow of a great man.
Get him down from there before he makes an even bigger fool of himself!
Tus! Before you left Nasaf, Father told you this,
that a true king considers the advice of counsel,
but he always listens to his own heart.
Father and I were alone.
- How could you know that? - He was right.
He knows us, and he knows what we're capable of.
- Just listen to your heart. - He defies your order
in the attack and now wants to turn back.
Tus.
Take measure here.
The spy knows the truth.
Find the spy! Bring him to me!
We'll wring it from him!
You had what every man could ever dream of.
Love, respect, and family.
But that wasn't enough for you, was it?
Princess of Alamut,
I was misled to attack your city.
Forgive me, Highness. Let me try to make amends.
It would be to our mutual advantage
that our nations be united by a bond stronger than friendship.
Marriage.
Your marriage, to one who is both conqueror and saviour of your city.
Dastan.
Royal blood or not, he's every bit a son to our father.
Every bit a brother to Garsiv and me.
A true prince of Persia.
Get up there before I take your place.
Hello, Princess.
It is customary to accompany a proposal with gifts,
but I was surprised, and, alas, I'm unprepared.
I have nothing for you,
save that which was already yours.
Walk with me, Prince Dastan.
How can I trust the man that breached the walls of my city?
I'm starting to think I'm no longer the same man who breached those walls.
That's a short time for a man to change so much.
Perhaps.
It sounds as if you've discovered something here.
What might that be?
A new spiritual awareness.
- A destiny? - Yes, exactly.
But I believe we make our own destiny, Princess.
You have an unfortunate lack of curiosity.
No doubt one of my many flaws.
Please don't mock me, Prince.
Oh, I hardly think we know each other well enough for that, Princess.
But I look forward
to the day that we do.
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