Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time Page #2

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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.

It is my deepest wish

that this win your approval.

In all my travels, I have never looked

upon a more beautiful city, Your Highness.

You should've seen it before your

horde of camel-ridding illiterates descended upon it.

Clear as you will make a fine queen.

But...Tus already has enough wives.

You Dastan, might take fewer chances,

if such a jewel

waited you in your chamber.

The princess of Alamut

will be your first wife.

Oh, what say you, Dastan?

He plunges into a hundred foes without thought,

but before marriage, he stands frozen with fear,

and that's for those who say

he's not yet wise.

I need a drink.

Stand aside.

Out of my way!

- Father...

- Oh, God help us, the robe, it's poisoned!

- Somebody help him!

- The robe Dastan gave him!

- Why?!

- Somebody help him!

- Seize the murderer!

- Somebody help him!

- Bis! Bis!

- Come with me!

- What do you think you're doing?

- I can get us out of here!

- You're going to need my help.

- Come on!

- Close the gate!

- That way!

Close the gate!

Get down!

There, onto the murderer!

He's on my horse! He stole my horse!

My loyal subjects, the whole world

grieves at the death of our beloved King.

We are all stricken

by his loss.

But the murder came at prince

Dastan's hand, only makes our pain worse.

I didn't murder my father.

That robe was given to me by my brother.

- Tus did this.

- And now he stands to be crowned king.

I didn't kill my father.

- I believe you.

- You shouldn't be here,

- I shouldn't have let you come.

- But you did.

I promised my brother I'll kill you,

if he couldn't have you.

Well, the solution would be

to kiss me, and then kill me.

But I have a better solution.

I kill you,

and your problems are solved!

Perhaps we could find

another solution.

Well, the solution would be

to kiss me, and then kill me.

But I have a better solution.

I kill you!

Give back what you stole, Persian!

No!

- Did you see that?

- See what?

Go for that sword again,

and I swear I'll break your arm.

Again?

- You've used up all the sand!

- What?

What is this?

Incredible.

Releasing the sand,

turns back time.

And only the holder

of the Dagger is aware what's happened.

He could go back and alter events,

change time.

And no one knows, but him.

How much can it unliken?

Answer me, princess.

You destroyed my city.

Our invasion wasn't about weapons

forges, it was about this Dagger.

After the battle, Tus asked

for this Dagger as tribute,

I didn't think anything of it,

but now I see.

With it, he could change anything. He could

change the course of a critical moment in battle,

He could foresee the blade of a rival.

He wouldn't just be the king,

he'd be the most powerful ruler Persia ever seen,

greater even than my father.

It was all about this dagger!

My treacherous brother

must be brought to justice.

And as such, I have doubled

the reward for his capture.

Meanwhile, I shall strive to protect

our Empire, as my father would've demanded.

A new reign has begun.

- What are you doing?

- Garsiv can't be far behind us.

She is the most famous horse in the Empire,

this would skew its tracks.

- Tracks where, where are you going?

- To Avrat, where my father will be buried.

You're wanted for the King's murder,

you're going to march into his funeral

alongside thousands of

Persian soldiers.

I hope Nizam will be there,

he's the only one I can trust.

He'll see I was set up by Tus,

step aside, princess.

Every road to Avrat

will be covered with Persian troops.

Well I a'm not taking roads,

I'm going through the Valley of the Slaves.

No one goes near that wasteland,

it's filled with murderers and cutthroats.

- Yes, so they say.

- Your whole plan is suicide.

My brother murdered my father,

and left his blood on my hands.

If I die trying to set that right,

then so be it.

So, you're going to leave me here,

in the middle of nowhere?!

Noble Dastan, abandoning a helpless

woman in the wilderness.

What does your precious

honor have to say about that?

Oh, give me the strength not to kill her.

Mounts up, we can't be far behind him.

Without the right sand, it's just

another knife. Not even very sharp.

- This sand, is there more of it?

- Of course not.

- How can I get some?

- Try standing on your head

and holding your breath.

Did you see

what you're looking for, prince?

Start walking.

So, if you can't prove to your uncle

how the Dagger works,

why on the world would

he believe you?

It's not your problem, princess.

You know, you really walk like one.

Head held high, chest out,

long stomping strides.

The walk of a self-satisfied

Persian prince.

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