Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time

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.

Get out of the way!

Stop! Stop!

Run!

Run, Bis! Run!

Stay here.

He's getting away!

Let go of me!

In the King's name!

- What is your name, boy? - Dastan, Sir.

And your parents?

Boy...

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.

The fabled Alamut, even more stunning than I imagine.

Don't be fooled by its beauty prince Tates. It's a city like any others.

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

The father 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?

Come on! I bet my entire month's allowance on this!

- This is embarrassing! - Why don't you give it a try?

Give it in here!

Is that all you got?

Prince Dastan!

Where's prince Dastan?

Prince Dastan isn't here.

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

I'm on my way.

Our finest spy, intercepted a caravan leaving Alamut.

Swords, of the best workmanship.

Steel tipped arrows.

A 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 Kushkan.

Blood will run in Alamut's streets for this.

Or our soldiers will fall from its walls.

Our orders were to subdue Kushkan, not to attack Alamut.

- Wise words, little brother. - Words won't stop our enemies,

once they're armed with Alamutian blades.

We attack at dawn.

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

- Who wants to share, Garsiv? - I'll ride at the head of the Persian Army!

Dastan leads the company of street rabble!

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

- The honor of first blood should be mine. - Garsiv, you've got your hands on your sword again.

- Where's it should be. - 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.

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.

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.

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

Everything changes with time.

We should know this best of all.

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

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.

Have you been drinking?

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 gard towers.

Yeah, there's always a way in, Bis, you take care of the outer gate,

you leave the impossible one to me.

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

Oh. Wonderful speech, Bis.

Rousing!

Sound the alarm!

Hold this.

Watch your back.

- 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!

They breached the eastern gate.

- Collapse the passages to the chamber. - Princess.

Go now, everyone.

- You know what you must do. - Our wealth must be kept safe.

Out of the way!

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

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

So for once, the stories are true.

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. 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.

That can be arranged.

Don't!

Prince Tus...

Promise me, the people of Alamut will be treated with mercy.

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

They're calling you the Lion of Persia.

You've never excelled at following order, Dastan.

- I have some explaining to do, Tus. I... - 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. - He delivered you the city and its princess,

- I think that's homage enough. - I suppose it is.

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.

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

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!

The decisions and its consequences rest with me.

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'll oversee the search for weapons myself.

I vow I will not stand before you until I hold proof for Alamut's treachery.

The third step is the hardest!

Brother!

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

Oh, you'll miss the banquet!

You and Garsiv can handle father in my absence.

- You do have a gift to honor him with. - Of course.

Bis, gift!

It's been momentarily misplaced!

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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 Warrior.

- 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 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.

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

Some questiones 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.

Thank you, father.

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

What can I grant you, in return?

May I present the princess Tamina.

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