Sheik Amar:
What.. What happened
last night?
Dastan:
Those vipers
were controlled by Hassansins.
Sheik Amar:
Hassansins?
Dastan:
For years they
were the covert killing force for the Persian kings, for my father ordered them disbanded.
Nizam must've
disobeyed my father's orders and kept them intact.
Sheik Amar:
This is a
secret government killing activity. That's why I don't pay taxes!
Dastan:
We can't stop.
Sheik Amar:
Oh perhaps you
can't, but we can.
Tamina:
We could use
your help getting to the temple.
Sheik Amar:
Hah, by
crossing the Hindu Kush with the storm blowing?
You attract
troubles like flies around rotting mango and your insane...
Tamina:
There's gold at
the temple. More than ten horses can carry. Tax-free.
Soldier:
Sir!
Dastan:
Do you have any
idea where you're going?
Tamina:
I memorized
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.
Sheik Amar:
I was expecting
golden statues, waterfalls.
Tamina:
Give me back
the Dagger, so that I can take it there.
Dastan:
Don't cut
yourself, Princess.
Seso:
Hey, here!
Not long dead,
last night maybe. Tortured first. Hassansins.
Dastan:
Nizam knows
this place.
Sheik Amar:
All dead.
The entire
village, about my gold...
Dastan:
Where are you
going?!
Tamina:
There is only
one way to stop all of this.
Dastan:
What?!
Tamina:
To make sure
the Dagger is safe, the temple holds the stone the Dagger came from.
Dastan:
What temple?
This is a pile of stones and rocks!
Tamina:
The first thing
we learned, if all else fails, put the Dagger back into the stone, the stone
will envelop it, pulling it into the mountain, returning to the gods.
The original
promise, must be paid.
Dastan:
What promise?
Tamina:
The gods must
take back the life they spared.
Dastan:
You'll die.
Garsiv:
Stay there!
Stay there!
Dastan:
Listen to me!
Listen to me!
Garsiv:
Give me your
sword. Give me your sword or do you forsake given that honor.
Dastan:
There are
bodies down there, murdered by Hassansins, on Nizam's order! He's the traitor!
Garsiv:
Hassansins no
longer exist! You always thought you are so clever.
Dastan:
This is no
trick, Garsiv.
Soldier:
Sir, all dead
inside Sir, more in the village.
Dastan:
There is only
one way...
Garsiv:
Stay there!
Dastan:
Nizam wants me
dead, wants me silenced. A trial will be too public.
Do you know
this? He said this much, didn't he?
I know it
hasn't been easy between us Garsiv, but still... we are brothers.
Garsiv:
Touching words with
my sword at your throat.
Dastan:
You've often
questioned why father has been 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 remains strong.
Why would I go
into Avrat for father's funeral, when I knew it was so dangerous?
Garsiv:
Nizam
recommended your death, Tus disagreed, ordered you brought back alive.
Dastan:
Nizam wants me
dead, and he's hired Hassansins to make sure that does happen.
He's afraid of
what I might say, and who I might tell.
Garsiv:
Tell me,
brother.
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