Roxane:
Wait. We have his son. Alexander. Wait. Wait. Vultures.
Wait. We have his son.
Just three more months. Please live.
Nearchus:
Alexander, the army will divide. Satrapies will revolt. Without your orders, there'll be war.
Perdicass:
We beg you. Tell us who.
The crowd:
Who will rule this great empire?
Who do you want to, Alexander?
We beg you, tell us.
Alexander (v.o.):
The myth becomes real.
Olympias (v.o.):
Zeus is your father.
Ptolemy:
Who will it be? Pray tell us, who?
The crowd:
What did he say?
Perdicass:
"To the best. " He said, "To the best."
Crowd:
What?
No, he said, "To Crateros. "
To Crateros?
Why would he say Crateros?
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