1. In a Land Far Away...

It is said some lives are linked across time,

Connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages,

Destiny.

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.

King Sharaman:

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.

Soldier:

Get out of the way!

Dastan:

Stop! Stop!

Run!

Run, Bis! Run!

Stay here.

Soldier:

He's getting away!

Dastan:

Let go of me!

Soldier:

In the King's name!

King Sharaman:

What is your name, boy?

Dastan:

Dastan, Sir.

King Sharaman:

And your parents?

Boy...

King Sharaman:

Brother, take him up.

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 that worked that day.

Something beyond simple understanding.

The day, a boy from the unlikeliest of places,

became...

a Prince of Persia.

2. The Council

PERSIAN BORDERLANDS
THE HOLY CITY OF ALAMUT

Tus:
The fabled Alamut, even more stunning than I imagined.

Nizam:
Don't be fooled by beauty, Prince Tus. It's a city like any others.

Garsiv:
Soft countries make soft men.
They stooped to treachery, and now must pay for it.

Tus:
The father’s made clear, Alamut is not to be touched.
Some consider it sacred. But since our wise father isn't here, the decision rests with me.
I'll have one last counsel with my noble uncle, and my two brothers, trusted Garsiv, and...
Where's Dastan?

Bis:
Come on! I bet my entire month's allowance on this! This is embarrassing!

Dastan:
Why don't you give it a try?

Bis:
Give it in here!

Dastan:
Is that all you got?

Soldier:
Prince Dastan! Where's prince Dastan?

Dastan:
Prince Dastan isn't here.

Soldier:
Your Highness, please. Prince Tus has convened the war council.

Dastan:
I'm on my way.

Nizam:
Our finest spy, intercepted a caravan leaving Alamut.
Swords, of the best workmanship. Steel tipped arrows.

Tus:
A promise of payment from the Warlord Kosh, to Alamut.
They're selling weapons to our enemies, Dastan.

Garsiv:
An arrow such as this slew my horse in Kushkan.
Blood will run in Alamut's streets for this.

Dastan:
Or our soldiers will fall from its walls. Our orders were to subdue Kushkan, not to attack Alamut.

Tus:
Wise words, little brother.

Nizam:
Words won't stop our enemies, once they're armed with Alamutian blades.

Tus:
We attack at dawn.

Dastan:
Well, if that's your decision, then let me go in first.

Tus:
Who wants to share, Garsiv?

Garsiv:
I'll ride at the head of the Persian Army!
Dastan leads the company of street rabble!

Dastan:
They may not be much for manners, but they're pretty handy in a fight.

Garsiv:
The honor of first blood should be mine.

Dastan:
Garsiv, you've got your hands on your sword again.

Garsiv:
Where's it should be.

Tus:
Oh, my brothers... Ever eager.
It's said the princess of Alamut, is a beauty without equal. We'll march into her palace and see for ourselves.
There'll be no doubt of your courage Dastan, but you're not ready for this. Garsiv's cavalry will lead the way.

Advisor:
Princess Tamina, the Persian Army my princess, has not moved on.
Their faith has little love for any truth, other than its own.
Or perhaps it would be safer if you didn't stand so close.

Tamina:
Whatever their faith, their bows aren't that strong. Nor it's their aim.
Gather the council. Tell them, I sit in the High Temple, I must pray.

Advisor:
The High Temple? Alamut hasn't been breached in a thousand years.

Tamina:
Everything changes with time. We should know this best of all.

3. Attack on Alamut

Bis:

Remind me why we're disobeying your brother's orders?

Dastan:

Because Garsiv only knows how to attack head-on, it would be a massacre.

The Alamutians would be busy with the main gate, so we slip through the side.

Soldier:

Have you been drinking?

Bis:

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-men guard towers.

Dastan:

Yeah, there's always a way in, Bis, you take care of the outer gate, you leave the impossible one to me.

Bis:

That's how you won't be happy if you get us all killed.

Dastan:

Oh. Wonderful speech, Bis. Rousing!

Soldier:

Sound the alarm!

Dastan:

Hold this.

Dastan:

Watch your back.

Tus:

Eastern gate's open!

That's Dastan's men. He's gotten in, Dastan's done it.

Redeploy to the eastern gate.

Redeploy to the eastern gate!

Soldier:

They breached the eastern gate.

Tamina:

Collapse the passages to the chamber.

Advisor:

Princess.

Tamina:

Go now, everyone.

You know what you must do.

Soldier:

Our wealth must be kept safe.

Soldier:

Out of the way!

4. Tamina Unveiled

Garsiv:
Silly songs and scented smoke could do little for you now!

Nizam:
I think you'll find there's more to her than that, hey Garsiv?!

Tus:
So for once, the stories are true.

Nizam:
We know you secretly build weapons for enemies of Persia. Now show us where.

Tamina:
We have no forges here. And what weapons we had you overcame.

Garsiv:
Our spies say differently. You can save a lot of pain...

Tamina:
All the pain in the world will not help you find something that does not exist.

Tus:
Spoken like one wise enough to consider a political solution.
Join hands with Persia's future King.

Tamina:
I'll die first.

Tus:
That can be arranged.

Tamina:
Don't!
Prince Tus... Promise me, the people of Alamut will be treated with mercy.



Soldiers:
Hey, the Lion of Persia! The Lion of Persia!

Tus:
They're calling you the Lion of Persia.
You've never excelled at following order, Dastan.

Dastan:
I have some explaining to do, Tus. I...

Tus:
No, no. No, you have some celebrating to do. There is however, tradition.
Since you took the honor of first assault, you owe me a gift, homage. A beautiful dagger.

Nizam:
He delivered you the city and its princess, I think that's homage enough.

Tus:
I suppose it is.

Nizam:
First dispatches just arrived, my prince. Wonderful news.
Your father's interrupted his prayers in the Eastern Palace to join us.
No doubt to commend this on our great victory.

Tus:
We've had indications that Alamut was arming our enemies.

King Sharaman:
Indications? You've got to have more than indications to occupy a holy city, with my troops!
This adventure, won't sit with our allies! But I suppose you didn't take that into account.
Don't look for your uncle, boy!

Tus:
The decision and its consequences rest with me.

King Sharaman:
I know you're eager to wear the crown.
But trust me when I tell you, you're not yet ready.

Tus:
No man would know better than you, father.
Because your trust is something I deeply cherish, I'll oversee the search for weapons myself. I vow I will not stand before you until I hold proof for Alamut's treachery.


Dastan:
The third step is the hardest!

Dastan:
Brother! Brother!

Tus:
We've uncovered signs of tunnels on the eastern edge of the city. I'm on my way there now.

Dastan:
Oh, you'll miss the banquet!

Tus:
You and Garsiv can handle father in my absence. You do have a gift to honor him with?

Dastan:
Of course.  Bis, gift!

Bis:
Huh?

Dastan:
It's been momentarily misplaced!

Tus:
I knew you'd forget. The prayer robe of Alamut's regent.
The holiest in Eastern lands, a gift the King would appreciate.
You fought like a champion for me, Dastan. Glad to return the favor.
A rare jewel. Present her to the King for me this evening, Dastan.

Dastan:
Sure you really want another wife, brother?

Tus:
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.

5. Brotherhood & Loyalty

Tamina:

So, I'm escorted by Prince Dastan, the Lion of Persia.

Must feel wonderful winning such a claim for destroying such an innocent city.

Dastan:

Oh, 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.

Tamina:

Then you are a true prince of Persia. Brutal. Without honor.

Dastan:

Don't make the mistake of thinking you know me, Princess.

Tamina:

Oh, and what more is there?

Dastan:

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.

Dastan:

You've eased father's anger , uncle?

Nizam:

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.

Dastan:

Oh, and what's that?

Nizam:

Making sure his wine glass stays full.

King Sharaman:

I'm told that another of my sons has joined the rank of great Persian Warrior.

Dastan:

We missed you, father.

King Sharaman:

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.

Dastan:

I was hoping my actions would spare our men unnecessary losses.

King Sharaman:

A good man would've done as you did, Dastan.

Acting boldly and courageously to bring the victory and spare lives.

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.

The boy I saw in that square, was capable of being more than just good, but of being...great.

Dastan:

Well in the meantime, I have a gift for you.

King Sharaman:

Some questions 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.

Dastan:

Thank you, father. Thank you, father.

May I present, the prayer robe of Alamut's regent.

King Sharaman:

What can I grant you, in return?

Dastan:

May I present the Princess Tamina.

Tus wishes to make a union with her people through marriage.

It is my deepest wish that this win your approval.

King Sharaman:

In all my travels, I have never looked upon a more beautiful city, Your Highness.

Tamina:

You should've seen it before your horde of camel-ridding illiterates descended upon it.

King Sharaman:

Clear as you will make a fine queen.

But...Tus already has enough wives. You Dastan, might take fewer chances, if such a jewel waited you in your chamber. The princess of Alamut will be your first wife.

Oh, what say you, Dastan?

He plunges into a hundred foes without thought, but before marriage, he stands frozen with fear, and that's for those who say he's not yet wise.

Dastan:

I need a drink.

Soldier:

Stand aside. Out of my way!

Dastan:

Father...

Nizam:

Oh, God help us, the robe, it's poisoned!

Dastan:

Somebody help him!

Garsiv
The robe Dastan gave him!

King Sharaman:

Why?!

Dastan:

Somebody help him!

Garsiv:

Seize the murderer!

Dastan:

Somebody help him!

Garsiv:

Seize him!

Dastan:

Bis! Bis!

Tamina:

Come with me!

Dastan:

What do you think you're doing?

Tamina:

I can get us out of here! You're going to need my help.

Dastan:

Come on!

Garsiv:

Close the gate!

Tamina:

That way!

Garsiv:

Close the gate!

Dastan:

Get down!

Garsiv:

There, onto the murderer!

He's on my horse! He stole my horse!

Dastan:

Come on.

6. The Dagger

Tus:
My loyal subjects, the whole world grieves at the death of our beloved King.

We are all stricken by his loss.

But the murder came at Prince Dastan's hand, only makes our pain worse.

Dastan:

I didn't murder my father. That robe was given to me by my brother. Tus did this.

Tamina:

And now he stands to be crowned king.

Dastan:

I didn't kill my father.

Tamina:

I believe you.

Dastan:

You shouldn't be here, I shouldn't have let you come.

Tamina:

But you did.

Dastan:

I promised my brother I'll kill you, if he couldn't have you.

Tamina:

Well, the solution would be to kiss me, and then kill me. But I have a better solution.

I kill you, and your problems are solved!

Dastan:

Perhaps we could find another solution.

Tamina:

Well, the solution would be to kiss me, and then kill me.

But I have a better solution. I kill you!

Give back what you stole, Persian!

No!

Dastan:

Did you see that?

Tamina:

See what?

Dastan:

Go for that sword again, and I swear I'll break your arm.

Tamina:

Again?

You've used up all the sand!

Dastan:

What? What is this?

Incredible.

Releasing the sand, turns back time. And only the holder of the Dagger is aware of what's happened.

He could go back and alter events, change time. And no one knows, but him.

How much can it unliken? Answer me, Princess.

Tamina:

You destroyed my city.

Dastan:

Our invasion wasn't about weapons 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 the king, he'd be the most powerful ruler Persia 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've demanded.

A new reign has begun.

7. Valley of Slaves

Tamina:

What are you doing?

Dastan:

Garsiv can't be far behind us.

She is the most famous horse in the Empire, this would skew its tracks.

Tamina:

Tracks where, where are you going?

Dastan:

To Avrat, where my father will be buried.

Tamina:

You're wanted for the King's murder, you're going to march into his funeral alongside thousands of Persian soldiers.

Dastan:

I hope Nizam will be there, he's the only one I can trust.

He'll see I was set up by Tus, step aside, Princess.

Tamina:

Every road to Avrat will be covered with Persian troops.

Dastan:

Well I'm not taking roads, I'm going through the Valley of the Slaves.

Tamina:

No one goes near that wasteland, it's filled with murderers and cutthroats.

Dastan:

Yes, so they say.

Tamina:

Your whole plan is suicide.

Dastan:

My brother murdered my father, and left his blood on my hands.

If I die trying to set that right, then so be it.

Tamina:

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 honor have to say about that?

Dastan:

Oh, give me the strength not to kill her.

Garsiv:

Mounts up, we can't be far behind him.

Tamina:

Without the right sand, it's just another knife. Not even very sharp.

Dastan:

This sand, is there more of it?

Tamina:

Of course not.

Dastan:

How can I get some?

Tamina:

Try standing on your head and holding your breath.

Did you see what you're looking for, Prince?

Dastan:

Start walking.

Tamina:

So, if you can't prove to your uncle how the Dagger works, why on the world would he believe you?

Dastan:

It's not your problem, princess.

Tamina:

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, and actually believing it.

Dastan:

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.

Tamina:

And how did you become a prince?

Dastan:

The king, marches 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 Slaves, Your Highness.

Tamina:

I'm desperate for a drop of water.

Dastan:

Well, there's more than we have since you emptied our canteen hours ago.

Tamina:

I wasn't born in this desert like you Persians, all shrivelled and angry.

My constitution is much more... delicate.

Dastan:

I think you mean spoiled.

Tamina:

The wells of Alamut are fame for their clean, cold water.

Dastan:

Perhaps less time admiring your wells, and more time guarding your walls, and you wouldn't be here.

Ah, a miracle, I've silenced the princess!

Tamina? Tamina? Can you hear me?

Tamina:

Yes, Dastan, I can hear you.

8. Dealing With a Sheik

Sheik Amar:
Do you know where you are Persian? And yet you're enter still?
In the heart of Sudan there's a tribe of warriors, known as the M'Baka.
They strike fear into the hearts of all they cross.
The M'Baka, 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.
No. I wouldn't even bother doing that, if I were you. Do you know why?
This is Seso, he is a M'Baka, I have the good fortune of saving his life, which means, 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 so little higher?



Sheik Amar:
So, this is the one, eh? Yes, you're right, she's not bad.
She could smell better than that. Still we have a deal.

Dsatan:
Clever princess.

Tamina:
Deal? What deal?

Tamina:
Such a noble prince.

Dastan:
Such a gentle princess.

Tamina:
How taken you were with my fainting act, eagerly leaping to assist the foreign beauty.

Dastan:
Ho.. Who said you're a beauty?

Tamina:
There's must be a reason why you can't take your eyes off me.

Dastan:
You're... I...
I don't trust you, and you're not my type.

Tamina:
Oh, I'm not some desperate slave girl! I'm actually capable of voicing my own thoughts!

Dastan:
Yeah, too many for my taste.

Sheik Amar:
Oh yeah, she'll make a very nice addition.

Dastan:
What you intend to do with her?

Tamina:
Yes, do tell him. Can't you see how concerned he is?

Dastan:
Give me a moment.

Sheik Amar:
Yeah.

Dastan:
It's hard for me to admit, but you were right.  I did see what I was looking for.

Tamina:
Dastan, listen to me.

Dastan:
When my uncle sees the power of this Dagger, he'll believe me.

Tamina:
Dastan, I know. I haven't been entirely honest with you.

Dastan:
But your lies are so clever.

Tamina:
I'm the guardian of a divine covenant.
That Dagger is sacred, it's been smuggled to a safety when you stole it. If the Dagger gets into the wrong hands....

Dastan:
I will take care of your knife.

Sheik Amar:
You won't want to miss this.

Tamina:
You don't understand what's at stake! This is the matter for the gods, not man!

Dastan:
Your gods, not mine.

Sheik Amar:
Come on!

9. Dastan & Tamina Escape

Sheik Amar:

Come on!

Dastan:

Ostrich racing?

Sheik Amar:

Every Tuesday and Thursday.

Whatever they lack in beauty, they make up for it in… fighting spirit.

And the races are easy to fix.

Dastan:

I've heard all these terrible stories of this place.

Sheik Amar:

The bloodthirsty slaves, murdering their masters?

That's a good story, it's well told, ever evolving, yeah, but alas untrue.

Dastan:

But the skeletons that we saw...

Sheik Amar:

Ah, 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 talkin' about? Taxes.

Dirty Persians, their armies, their fortresses, their roads, who pays for it all, eh? The small businessmen.

You 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.

Sheik Amar:

Behold the mighty ostrich! Come on, my beauty!

I love this!

And the tax collectors stay clear of me, and my customers, everybody's happy.

Hey! Get the girls on! Get the girls on, come on. Crowd control!

Don't you stand there! Run, don't walk!

Hey, you drop anything, you pay for it! It's out of your wages.

Don't look at me like that, you know what I'm talkin' about!

Do your job, crowd control. Thank you!

You know, I think our little arrange is going to work out very well, young man.

Tamina:

Ah! Don't touch!

Sheik Amar:

Oh, ho, ho! She's a lively one! Where did you find her?

Dastan:

In the slave market to Lurs I was headed to Avrat.

I traded her for a camel, when she attacked me!

Sheik Amar:

The camels are safer.

Dastan:

Noble, Sheik Amar. I appreciate your hospitality, you run a fine establishment. But if you could give me the supply...

Sheik Amar:

You know something, Persian?

You bear a remarkable resemblance to the disgrace prince, who fled after murdering the king.

Have I told you about the M'Baka?

Dastan:

Yes, you have.

Sheik Amar:

Eh, nothing beats a good story. Eh, but yours however, trading her 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 brothers offered rewards for you, it's quite frankly, between you and me, borders on the obscene. I’ll trade my own mother for that kind of gold.

What? You didn't know what she was like?

Take him down to the Persian outpost.

Dastan:

Wait, wait, wait.  Look, that...

Seso:

Nice knife.

Dastan:

It's nothing. That's worthless.

Sheik Amar:

Really? Melt it down for the jewels.

What's the boy doing?!

No, no, you might kill a bird!

Tamina:

Hey, over here!

Dastan:

I wouldn't do that, if I were you!

Tamina:

Get to the tunnel!

Sheik Amar:

Look at this! That's it.

No more fermented goat's milk after the third race, do you hear me? Get off, come on!

Dastan:

The gate!

Soldier:

Get him!

Stop!

Dastan:

Lift the lever, it opens the gate!

Tamina:

Give me the Dagger!

Dastan:

This is not the time, lift that lever!

Tamina:

Give me the Dagger!

Dastan:

Don't think it didn't cross my mind.

Move, princess!

Tamina:

Dastan!

Sheik Amar:

Persian!

Dastan:

Looking for this? Ooops.

Sheik Amar:

Next time, you...!

10. Trusting Nizam

Dastan:

They all come for my father's funeral.

Tamina:

There are a hundred Persian soldiers watching that gate.

Dastan:

Maybe more, if want you to stay closer to this Dagger, you're going to have to help me into Avrat.

All these foreign dignitaries, I'm guessing you know a few.

Dastan:

Couldn't you have found somebody lighter?

Tamina:

The Mugals of the Hindu Kush are noble people, you should be honored.

Dastan:

Oh yes, terribly.

Tamina:

Dastan, where's the Dagger?

Dastan:

You're welcome to search me for it. You'll have to be very thorough.

Dastan:

Tus isn't here, he must still be in Alamut.

The Sand that fills the Dagger, there's more that 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.

Tamina:

That's impossible.

Dastan:

Difficult, not impossible.

Tamina:

One more proof, you're insane.

Dastan:

Why do you look so impressed?

Soldiers:

Out of the way! Make way!

Tamina:

Turn around!

Dastan:

What?

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Dastan:

You used to buy those for me, when I was a boy.

Nizam:

You used to spit the seeds at Garsiv.

You shouldn't have brought me here, Dastan.

Dastan:

I had no choice uncle, follow me.

I didn't kill father, you know I would never do such a thing..

Nizam:

Your actions speak otherwise.

Dastan:

I had no choice but to flee.

Tus gave me that cloak. He was the one who poisoned it.

Nizam:

Dastan...

Dastan:

Well, he's not here, is he?

At his father's funeral, instead he remains in Alamut.

Nizam:

Our allies will see our invasion was just, the search for Alamut's weapon forges is important.

Dastan:

Yes, but not if there were 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.

Nizam:

This is why you brought me here, Dastan? Mystical devices?

Dastan:

Do you remember after the battle you stopped Tus from taken the dagger I'd won?

That dagger is the reason he invaded Alamut.

Nizam:

This dagger, you have it with you?

Dastan:

Yes. It has incredible powers.

Nizam:

Is this some sort of a joke, Dastan?

Dastan:

What? No, it was in there.

Nizam:

And where is that so-called evidence?

Dastan:

Tamina. I…that.. I… I…

Your hands are burned.

Nizam:

Yes... From trying to pull the poisoned cloak off your father.

Is something wrong, Dastan?

Dastan:

No, no.

Nizam:

You're certain? You know you can trust me, boy.

Dastan:

It's just that a... Tus is my brother, how could he betray me like this?

Nizam:

I can't say Dastan, perhaps he never respected you as you deserve, and he saw you as someone he could use.

Dastan:

Someone to keep his wine glass filled.

Nizam:

My service to your father was different. We shared the same blood, Dastan.

Dastan:

How many times did father speak of you saving him from that lion?

That was his favorite story.

Nizam:

One of many, yes.

Dastan:

No, that was his favorite.

Nizam:

I'm afraid you're speaking in riddles, Dastan.

Wait, Dastan!

Soldier:

Over here!

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Garsiv:

Murderer!

Dastan:

I didn't kill father!

Out of the way! Get out of the way!

Soldier:

What you're going to do now?!

Garsiv:

Where is he? Where is he?!

Dastan:

Hey!

Dastan:

Garsiv... I didn't kill father.

Garsiv:

Then God will pardon you. After your head rolls.

We don't fight with the sticks anymore, little brother.

Dastan:

That's all you got?

Nizam:

Your Majesty,I thought you were staying in Alamut.

Tus:

Tell me about Dastan, uncle.

Nizam:

Dastan came to Avrat to kill me, in the market place. I just got away.

Tus, my death would weaken your young reign.

Dastan hopes to start a rebellion.

Tus:

He wants the throne?

Nizam:

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.

Tus:

Whatever Dastan's crimes, a public trial will best communicate the king I hope to be.

Strong, honoring the rule of law. We are not savages.

Nizam:

You grow more a king every day.

Tus:

Dastan must be found. He must be brought to justice.