Castle Walls

What are you waiting for, Azazel?

Answer me, what has this woman done?

It doesn't matter.

"Alamut" is written on that sword.

That is all that matters.

You are to commit my sins.

Without questioning.

I'm not your sinner. I'm your executioner.

That's the reason you chose me.

I owe you my life.

And the cost is shedding blood.

You got me all wrong.

I don't need an executioner.

You must have only one dream.

And, only one cause.

One can sacrifice their all

for their deepest desire.

What's that for you, Azazel?

What's your deepest desire?

Your family...

You want to return to your family.

This is your deepest desire.

I've lost them long before.

Will they accept me?

Will they forgive me?

Sheathe your sword, Azazel.

I don't need an executioner.

If this place doesn't give you your deepest desire,

it means there's no use in keeping you here.

I free you.

Go.

Off with you!

Last year, your family moved to Abyaneh village, east of Keshan.

Your daughter has turned eight. Good luck to you, Azazel.

His men threw themselves from the castle walls.

First, take off your helmet, General.

I can't understand what you're saying.

That Hassan Sabbah... Your old friend...

- He's a complete lunatic. - Do you play chess, General?

- A Persian game. - My Vizier!

- A lunatic took Alamut... - First,

you start the game with your pawns.

If you play your pawns right,

your opponent brings their queen forward earlier.

What will Sultan Malik-Shah say when he hears this?

The Sultan won't say anything.

Because he won't hear anything.

- Howcome? - It's easy.

You won't tell him.

Watch your words!

I'm under the Sultan's command.

First of all...

Hassan Sabbah is not my friend.

Secondly...

Hassan is not lunatic or anything.

He's just playing chess.

He already knows that you'd come to me first before starting a war.

Thirdly...

From now on, you're under my command, not the Sultan's.

Why is that?

Because you want Alamut for yourself.

And only I can give it to you.

Will you keep staring instead of throwing the ball back?

Be at home when the starlings disappear, Şirin.

Please, a little bit more, Mom. It's still daytime.

It's been seven years.

Of course, I can't say.