He was a God.
“Tyrant,” they yelled so easily.
I laugh.
No tyrant ever gave back so much.
Before him there were tribes,
and after him all was possible.
There was suddenly a sense the world should be ruled by one king, be better for all.
Since I was a child I've been groomed to be ever the best.
One day I'll be on walls like these.
My poor child.
You dream of glory, Alexander. Your mother encourages you.
Cursed by your greatness.
A king isn't born Alexander,
he's made,
by steel and by suffering.
It takes strong men to rule. Alexander was more, he was Prometheus. He changed the world.
Your companions will be shadows in the underworld.
- Your Majesty. “Very brave.”
Hold on, be brave. Brave!
And you, are a name living forever in history.
Never will there be an Alexander like you...
...Alexander the Great.
- What is it you fear? “Never hesitate.”
Who knows these things?
When I was a child, my mother thought me divine, my father weak.
You bastard!
Which am I, Hephaestion?
Weak or divine?
The Gods favor you.
Bucephalus.
Great wealth, power, conquest.
Today we ride to our destiny.
All you desire!
The world is yours!
Take it!
We are here today, as Macedonian, free men.
Conquer your fear, and I promise you, you"ll conquer death.
When they ask you why you fought so bravely you'll answer: “I was here this day at Gaugamela for the freedom...
They say already, "- Philip is a great general,
And glory ..
but Alexander -
.. Of Greece!
is simply brave.
Now!
Right here we cut the throat of the Persian army.
And the bold Cassander breaks stretching their left, a hole will open.
Try for the hole!
And then my cavalry will strike trough that gap.
And deal the deathblow...
to Darius.
We can connect these lands Hephaestion,
and the people.
To free the people of the world,
such would be beyond the glory of Achilles ... beyond Heracles.
A feat to rival Prometheus,
who was always a friend to man.
Fate is cruel.
No man, no woman could be too powerful or too beautiful without disaster befalling.
No greatness comes from loss
Even you, the gods will one day...
...judge, harshly.
Beware most of all, of those closest to you.
They are like snakes, and can be turned.
This I know, Alexander,
In Persia you are a great king,
here, we hate you!
Never would have your father take barbarians as his friends, asked us to fight with them as equals in war.
I've taken us further than my father ever dreamed!
Through our union, Greek and barbarian.
This army...
...this army is your blood, boy. Without it you're nothing!
I failed...
Alexander, be reasonable.
Were they ever meant to be our equals? Share our rewards?
Doesn't your great pride fear the gods any longer?
Have I become so arrogant that I am blind?
Sometimes to expect the best of everyone is arrogance.
After all that I have done for you. Swine! Traitors!
I will see how deep this conspiracy comes!
Take him!
Hypocrite, despot, false king.
You, your barbarian mother living shame!
You took from me all that I've ever loved!
You lie and lie and lie...
No!
With your lies you spun like a sorceress confusing me!
The king lives!
Alexander! Son of Phillip!
May the Gods bless the king!
May the Gods bless Alexander!
ALEXANDER!
Cleitus spoke the truth
I've become a tyrant.
Beware of what you dream for.
The gods have a way of punishing such pride.
It is... It has always been...
...our greek dream to go east
The East has a way of swallowing men and their dreams.
Return to Babylon and strengthen your center.
Or come home to Macedonia and reorganize, but do not...
...chase your dream, further east.
Yes, I have Babylon...
...but each land, each boundary I cross
I strip away another illusion.
I sense Death will be the last.
Oh we reach, we fall.
Yet still I push harder and harder to reach this
Home
You'll be treated by your wives and children as heroes for the rest of your lives.
And enjoy a peaceful death.
But your dream of simplicity long ended when you took Persian mistresses and children, and you thickened your holdings with plunder and jewels,
because you've fallen in love with all the things in life that destroy men!
And you, as well as I, know
that as the year decline and the memories stale
- and all your great victories - fade, - Remember Achilles?
- it will always be remembered: “He is my favorite.”
you left your king in Asia!
“Do you know his fate?” - That he must die young, but with great glory.
For I will go on! With my Asians!
“Did he had a choice?” - Ah, yes!
Oh, he could have stayed home in Macedonia, married, raised a family.
- He could live a long life. “He'd have died a celebrated man.”
But then there would be no glory.
But this was not Alexander.
All his life...
he fought to free himself...
...from fear.
And by this and this alone he was a free...
...the freest man...
...I've ever known.
He lives!
Alexander!
His failure towered over ..
other men's successes.
The glory and the memory of men will always belong to the ones who followed their great visions.
The greatest of these is the one...
...we now call...
"Megas Alexandros"
The greatest Alexander of the world