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on the general situation.
On the left wing, Parmenion and Cleitus.
In the centre, Ptolemy and Perdiccas.
Myself and Hephaestion on the right.
One mile away,
in front of the village of Gaugamela,
the enemy has deployed an army
roughly twice the size of the one
he used against us at Issus.
It could have been four times as large,
but our crossing of the desert
Nevertheless we are faced by
nearly a quarter of a million men.
Here, in the heart of Asia, there can
be no question now of evading battle.
We must destroy that army
or that army will destroy us.
Our objective will be
Are there any comments?
Well, I'm not going to criticise
your plan, sir.
I think against an army outnumbering us
by nearly five to one,
it is the best of its kind
that can be devised.
-Yes, what is that?
Our troops are trained
in night fighting.
-Why not attack now?
-No, this is what Darius is expecting.
Let the Persians
stand to arms all night.
We attack in the morning.
Hmm?
-Ptolemy?
-Sir?
If anything should happen to me,
you will take over the special duties
assigned to Parmenion
who, of course,
will automatically assume
the responsibility
of commander-in-chief.
And after you, Perdiccas.
-I understand.
-Yes, sir.
Gentlemen, no doubt you wish to issue
your orders for tomorrow.
Mazeres!
Might it be an idea to take a couple
of patrols out into the Persian lines?
a bit of a panic out there.
Yes, organise that, Philotas,
but don't go yourself.
I don't want you a casualty
before the battle.
I wouldn't have suggested it
if I thought you'd do that to me.
One word more.
This is our last battle.
If we win it, the world is ours.
If we lose it, we're dead.
I don't think I need say any more.
Goodnight, gentlemen,
a pleasant rest till dawn.
-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, sir.
Hephaestion, are you ready
for another all-night vigil?
Of course.
I wonder how many hours of sleep
I've robbed you of in your lifetime?
You've robbed me of nothing, Alexander.
Good. Come back then. I shall need you.
Alexander,
take proper care of yourself tomorrow.
Don't go charging chariots like you did
at the Granicus.
Because you won't be on my wing to save
my life, Father Cleitus?
It's not you I'm thinking about,
it's us.
If we lose you here
in the middle of Asia,
I don't know how we'll find
our way back home to Greece.
-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, Cleitus.
Take care of yourself.
-Yes?
-Shall I prepare Your Majesty's bed?
Why are my hands shaking?
God, God, take this fear from me.
What is it I fear?
Capture? Wounding?
Pain? Death?
I've never feared them before,
why should I fear them now?
It's the thought of losing my battle,
is that it?
I can't lose it, I'm invincible.
Is it the thought of wining my battle,
is that it, God?
If it is, then my fear is nothing.
Tomorrow, I'm master of the world,
the mortal partner of the Gods.
Or I'm dead.
Either way, there is nothing to fear.
So take this agony from me.
Father, Father Philip,
I invoke you then,
look down at me now and sneer.
Say, "What a weak, effeminate coward
I have for a son."
Say it, Father!
You said it often enough
in your lifetime.
Say it now and help me
by making me angry!
Thank you, dear Father.
I am very grateful.
Sir?
I gave orders I was not to be disturbed.
I have two things, sir,
and they both concern your life.
Yes?
Well, the first is this,
Darius has made a selection
the so-called Immortals,
whose single aim in the battle tomorrow
will be to cut their way through
to wherever you may be,
and hack you down
at whatever charge to themselves.
Each man has taken a separate vow
to kill you or die.
Then I suppose they'll die,
which, for Immortals, should
prove an interesting experience.
I must beg of you, sir,
to take the threat seriously.
you neither wear your red cloak
nor ride Bucephalus.
-They make you so conspicuous.
-Well, exactly.
And so if I might suggest, sir,
perhaps someone else might...
And who do you suggest?
-Well, if I was to shave my beard off...
-(LAUGHING)
Oh, no.
and much too ugly.
Besides, old Bucephalus
to ride him into battle.
No, I appreciate the offer, Parmenion.
-What was the other thing?
-That's more serious, sir.
A plot against your life,
here in the camp.
Go on.
A Persian spy, whom we caught yesterday,
confessed under torture
that his mission was to achieve
your death by poison.
And how was he going to do that?
-Through an agent.
-What agent?
(LAUGHING) Poor man.
What a forlorn mission they gave him.
He was on his way back to the Persian
camp when they caught him.
The Queen Mother had promised to do
what he asked.
I realise that this has come
How was it to be done?
I understand she's in the habit
of preparing you
some kind of drink each evening,
isn't she?
Yes.
You may have noticed that
she hasn't done so tonight.
-You haven't?
-No.
I've left her for you to deal with.
And you haven't said
anything to her at all?
No, sir. I merely had the sentry
prevent her bringing you the drink
a few minutes ago.
I said you were still in council.
She was angry I may say.
She said it would get cold.
Mazeres.
Yes, master?
Tell the Queen Mother
I'm now ready for my drink.
-I'm very sorry, sir, I realise...
-Yes, thank you, Parmenion.
You did your duty.
Leave me now, will you?
Yes, sir.
Here's a verbatim account
of the interrogation,
if you should wish
to confront her with it.
Go now, please.
Perhaps, as a precaution, we might have
No. Good night, Parmenion. Until dawn.
Her Majesty awaits your pleasure.
Let her pass the guards
and have the curtains drawn.
-Ah. Then it didn't get cold.
-I kept it warm.
-Have you seen the Persian camp fires?
-Yes.
Thousands of them.
Beautiful sight, isn't it?
Beautiful.
Sit down, will you?
-You read Greek, don't you?
-You know I do.
Read that, will you? To yourself,
while I drink this.
Alexander, that was
-Why?
-This report might have been true.
It might.
You have no right
to take risks like this.
-Did you see this man?
-Yes.
-Did he ask you to poison me?
-Yes.
And you said you would?
If I hadn't, he would have
asked someone else.
I'm not the only Persian in your camp.
Why didn't you try to kill me?
Tomorrow, I'm going
to try to kill your son.
Alexander, why must you fight him?
He's less than a mile away out there.
I could go to him now,
He would be a fool to accept it.
He would from me.
I'll go Alexander, I'll go gladly,
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