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1. Did such a man exist?

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Babylon, Persia - June 323 B.C.

Nearchus:
Alexander, the army will divide. Satrapies will revolt. Without your orders, there'll be war.


Perdicass:
We beg you. Tell us who.



Alexandria, Egypt 285 B.C. – 40 Years Later


PTOLEMY:

Our world is gone now. I'm the last left alive.
Whether that’s a curse or blessing, who by Hades would know?
But I've paid my price …in blood. And in broken dreams.
They say we were the greatest fighting force ever known to man.
Greater even than the expedition to Troy.
But how can I say it? How can I tell you what it is like to be young and to dream big dreams?
To believe when Alexander looked you in the eye, you could do anything.
Anything.
In his presence, by the light of Apollo, we were better than ourselves.
Truly, I’ve known many great men in my life… but only one colossus.
And only now when old do I understand who this force of nature really was. Or do I?
Did such a man as Alexander exist? Of course not.
We idolize him, make him better that he really was.
Men, all men, reach and fall… Reach and fall.
In the East, the vast Persian Empire ruled almost all the known world.
In the West, the once great Greek city-states, Thebes, Athens, Sparta, had fallen from pride.
For 100 years now, the Persian kings had bribed the Greeks with their gold to fight as mercenaries.
It was Philip, the one-eyed, who changed all this.
Uniting tribes of illiterate sheepherders from the high and lowlands.
With his blood and guts, he built a professional army that brought the devious Greeks to their knees.
He then turned his eyes on Persia, where it was said the Great King Darius himself on his throne in Babylon, feared Philip.
Philip was murdered much to Persia’s delight and perhaps sponsored by their gold.
And Alexander, at 20 became the new ruler of Macedonia.
Announcing revenge for the death of Philip, Alexander liberated all of the cities of western Asia, south to Egypt, where he was declared Pharaoh of Egypt and worshipped as god.
And finally, he provoked the rise to battle in the heart of the Persian Empire, near Babylon.

Anthony Hopkins Ptolemy

9. Our Greek dream

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7 years later

PTOLEMY (v.o):
In the world he grew up, I’ve come to believe it was in friendship that Alexander found his sanity.

Leonidas:
You don’t need much to fight. When you’re in the front ranks of a battle, facing some Northern barbarian tribe, courage won’t be in the soles of your feet, Perdicass. Or in the thickness of your tunic, Philotas. Or in the lining of your stomach, Nearchus. It’s in the heart of a man.
You don’t need to eat every day or until you’re full, Ptolemy. You don’t need to lie in bed in a morning when you can have some good bean soup, Cassander, after a forced night march.
Come on, Alexander, where’s your hunger to twist Hephaistion’s head off? Is he stronger than you? Then beat him another way.
Come on. Who will respect you as a king? You think because of your father?
The first rule of war is to do what you ask your men to do. No more, no less.
Good, Hephaistion. That’s it. Well, done. Good wrestling, Hephaistion. That’s what I want. Come, come, come. You did well, but you lost. Now, both of you, congratulate the other. Go on.

Young Hephaistion:
Would you want me to let you win, Alexander?

Young Alexander:
You’re right. But I promise you I will beat you one day, Hephaistion.

PTOLEMY (v.o):
It was said later that Alexander was never defeated, except by Hephaistion’s thighs.

Aristotle:
Although an inferior race, the Persians control at least four-fifths of the known world.
From Ethiopia and Egypt in the south to Caucasus and the two inland seas in the north.

PTOLEMY (v.o):
Philip brought such as Aristotle from Athens to educate our rough people.

Aristotle:
They rule, and we sit around like frogs.

Young Nearchus:
Master?

Aristotle:
Yes?

Young
Nearchus: Master, master?

Aristotle:
Out with it. Out with it.

Young Nearchus:
Why are the Persians so cruel?

Aristotle:
Oh, come, on, Nearchus. That is not the subject for today, Nearchus. But…
…It is true that the Oriental races are known for their barbarity and their slavish devotion to their senses. Which are so dull, they castrate young boys such as yourselves, for their sexual pleasure. Yes, excess in all things is the undoing of men. That is why we Greeks are superior. We practise control of our senses. Moderation, we hope.

Young Cassander:
Then what of Achilles of Troy, master? Was he not excessive?

Aristotle:
Achilles simply lacks restraint. He dominates others so completely that even when he withdraws from battle, crazed with grief over his dead lover, Patroclus, he seriously endangers his own army. He is a deeply selfish man.

Young Cassander:
Then would you say the love between Achilles and Patroclus is a corrupting one?

Aristotle:
When men lie together in lust, it is a surrender to the passions and does nothing for the excellence in us. Nor does any other excess, Cassander, jealousy among them. But when men lie together, and knowledge and virtue are passed between them, that is pure and excellent. When they compete to bring out the good, the best in each other, this is the love between men that can build a city-state and lift us from our frog pond.

Young Perdicass:
But can a man love a woman equally, master?

Aristotle:
A woman? Of course not. A woman is a slave to her passion, Hephaistion. Oh, naturally there are exceptions, and we must honor them. Such as Pallas Athena, goddess of wisdom and war. But never forget, she is sprung not from the loins of Zeus, but from his mind.
Now, you think on all this, my young frogs, for in you resides the future of Greek civilization. To strive for honor is the highest purpose of all. To rule over our baser emotions. To follow reason, the divine part in each of you. Yes …To love excellence, is truly to love the gods.
Now, would you stop distracting me? Back to geography, things that we know. Is it possible that the source of Egypt’s mighty River Nile could rise in these distant mountains of the outer earth?
If so, an experienced navigator could find his way here, by this river east, down into the great plains of India, out into the eastern ocean at the end of the world and by this route up the Nile, back to Egypt, into the Middle Sea and home to Greece.
Now if only these frogs could look outward and act on their favored position at the center, Greece could rule the world.

Young Alexander:
Why is it, master, in myth, these lands you speak of are known?
India, where Herakles and Dionysus travelled. All these men who went east, Thesues, Jason, Achilles, were victorious. From generation to generation, their stories have been passed on.
Why? Unless there was truth to them.

Aristotle:
Tales of Amazons? Minotaurs, Gorgons, Icarus flying into the sun? No, Alexander.
Only common people believe these tales, as they believe most anything. We are here precisely to educate ourselves against such foolish passions.

Young Alexander:
But if we are superior to the Persians, as you say, why do we not rule them?
It is –it has always been our Greek’s dream to go east. My father long wants it.

Aristotle:
The East has a way of swallowing men and their dreams.

Young Alexander:
But still, to think it’s these myths that lead us forward to the greatest glory. Why is it wrong to act on them?

Aristotle:
I can only warn you, not teach you: Beware of what you dream for, the gods have a way of punishing such pride.


12. Entering Babylon

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PTOLEMY (v.o):
Alexander once said to me: We are most alone when we are with the myths.

Babylon, Persia 331 B.C. – 13 years later.

Phalanx leader:
Phalanx!

PTOLEMY (v.o):
And thus, it came to pass in a dream as mythical to all Greeks as Achilles defeating the Trojans. At this one glorious moment in time, Alexander was loved by all. But in the end, I believe:
 Babylon was a far easier mistress to enter than she was to leave.

The crowd:
Sikander! Sikander!

Cassander:
Aristotle may have called them barbarians, but he never saw Babylon.
We have enough gold here to support three generations of Macedonian armies.

Alexander:
And Macedonia would soon corrupt, Cassander. “Wealth in great quantities brings the crows.”

Antigonus: Not for the man who fought, I trust.

Alexander:
We’ll pay them well, Antigonus, but not as mercenaries for future services.

Nearchus:
Now you sound like Philip.

Hephaistion:
Philip never saw Babylon.

Ptolemy:
No, he didn’t, Hephaistion.

The boys:
Hello! Hello!

Parmenion:
Alexander, I know you think me a stiff old sod, but whatever our differences, know this day your father would be very proud of you.

Alexander:
Thank you, Parmenion.
I ask you to forgive me, my own anger, my pride. They, too, blind me.

Cassander:
A magnificent mainland work from the last century. The golden age, Alexander. Worth much to Athens and to our alliances.

Alexander:
Take back what is ours but spare what belongs to the Persians.

Ptolemy:
Yes, we’re the richest men to walk the earth, my friends.

Black Cleitus:
Not if you keep giving it all away.

Ptolemy:
The grandsons of goat herders, we now rule 2 million square miles. But, none of you fear that this great fortune may drive us all to destruction.

Alexander:
You overvalue us. For as long as Darius breathes, he is the legitimate king of Asia. And I, but the king of air.

Philotas:
But he has no power, Alexander. He’s lost in the mountains with no army.

Alexander:
As long as he’s lost, Philotas, he can be believed in. Only when he’s found will it be decided.

Parmenion:
It seems that you’ve already made up your mind, Alexander.

Alexander:
We must finish what we failed to do at Gaugamela, Parmenion. We must hunt Darius down.

Parmenion: That was not your father’s mission.

Alexander:
And I am not my father.
Come on, have you so quickly forgotten? Fortune favors the bold!

13. Meeting Bagoas

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Leonnatus:
No wonder Darius fled when he had this to come back to.

Nearchus:
One for every night of the year.

Leonnatus:
How will I go back to Lysimache after this?

Nearchus:
I advise you not to touch, Lennatus. Here, I’ll take care of it for you.

Alexander:
Aristotle was perhaps prescient.
Do these images fool us with their beauty and degrade our souls?

Eunuch:
Bagoas, great king. Darius’ boy.

Alexander:
Bagoas?

Eunuch:
Nicely gilded, Your Majesty. Most successful. He was certainly one of the great king’s favorites. How old? Is great well with the years. What are you, Bagoas? Eighteen, 19?

Alexander:
Where does he come from?

Bagoas:
The north, sire. From the hills near Susa.

Alexander:
You speak our language. Good. I’d like to learn yours.

Bagoas:
Is learnable, my lord.

Alexander:
So tell me, Bagoas, do my eyes betray me or do you wish to be set free to go back to your homeland?

Bagoas:
All my family’s long dead, great king. With your permission, I will stay on.

Alexander:
Very well, then, Bagoas. Ptolemy! Administer this. And that’s the same of every person in the harem, woman and eunuch. Whoever wishes to be sent home to their families, let them.


18. Personal desires

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PTOLEMY (v.o):
For Alexander, there could be no pretender to the throne of Asia, which now included all of Sogdia and Bactria.

Balkh, Bactria

PTOLEMY (v.o):
It was here that he made one of his most mysterious decisions. Ten years after his mother insistence he marry a Macedonian… 

Alexander:
Through our union, Greek and barbarian may be reconciled in peace.

PTOLEMY (v.o):
The most powerful man in the world took a girl of no political significance. Why? Some say it was for alliance with the tribes. Others, the desire for a successor. And yet other said Alexander truly fell in love. Who Roxane really was, I doubt that any of us ever saw further than the pools of those black eyes.


Alexander:
On this glorious occasion, I toast this great army that has given so much. And in honor of them, those of you who set out with us seven long years ago, I pronounce all your debs paid forthwith from the royal treasury. 

The soldiers:
Praise Alexander!

Alexander:
And in honor of my bride -my beautiful bride, we recognize the many women who’ve shared the long hard road with us. And grant them dowries befitting a proper marriage.

Black Cleitus:
What about our boys?

Alexander:
And lastly, lastly, the gods demand no less of us that your children be given a proper Greek education and military training under our protection so as to be the new soldiers of our kingdom in Asia.



Parmenion:
Your father must be turning in his grave, Alexander. After all this time, a hill chief’s daughter? You call this tribal wedding legitimate?

Alexander: Do you forget my father took a barbarian as his queen?

Parmenion:
Yes, but few would call it a profoundly happy marriage.

Philotas:
But what’s the point, Alexander? She’s your captive. Just take her as your concubine.

Alexander:
Cos I want a son. Damn you, Philotas.

Philotas:
Then half you nobles have sisters who’d make fine Macedonian mothers.

Alexander:
To take an Asian as my queen, not a captive, is a sign of deep respect for our subject. It will bring us together, unify us. Which is not to say I won’t take a Macedonian.

Philotas: As a second wife? You insult Macedonia.

Antigonus:
Never will our people accept this girl’s son as king. They’ll be angry enough to find out their husbands all have second wives in Barbaria.

Alexander:
Then they’ll learn! By Athena’s justice, this girl has spirit. She’ll breed a brave son.

Polyperchon:
Alexander! This is about the honor of our kingdom.

Parmenion:
Exactly. What can be won, Alexander? We’re in Asia to punish them for their crimes. We’ve achieved that. Seven years from home, now we drift from one far region to another, chasing nomads and bandits when Macedonia bleeds its manpower. For what? To build roads in Asia? To give these people cities?

Black Cleitus:
And now make an army of them?

Alexander:
To found cities and expand our reach is not to drift, Parmenion.

Parmenion:
What benefit to Macedon?

Alexander:
It’s far richer than before!

Parmenion:
Look what you give them.

Nearchus:
With respect, Parmenion, had you fought better at Gaugamela when your flank was crumbling we would’ve had Darius--

Philotas:
How dare you, Nearchus?!

Nearchus:
General Nearchus, to you, boy.

Philotas:
Alexander spread our flank too thin! There was nothing my father, or any of you, could’ve done!

Parmenion:
Philotas! (To Alexander) Alexander, I’ve known you since you were born. I supported you at your father’s death. At the very least, for Zeus’ sake, and in respect to the council that chose you king, give us a Macedonian heir. A Macedonian heir.

Alexander:
You’ve been heard clearly.

Parmenion: But—

Alexander:
Parmenion! After the wedding, take two brigades back to Babylon, where I look to you and Antipater in Greece, to maintain our empire and supply this expedition. I’ll winter in the north with my army at Marakand.

Parmenion:
I pray to Apollo you’ll soon realize how far you’ve turned from your father’s path.

Alexander:
I damn you, Parmenion, by the gods and your Apollo. What was in my father’s guts wasn’t overripe in reason like yours!

Parmenion:
He never lusted for war, Alexander, or enjoyed it so. He consulted his peers in council, among equals, the Macedonian way. He didn’t make decisions based on his personal desires.

Alexander:
I’ve taken us further than my father ever dreamed. Old man… we’re in new worlds.

Cassander:
Alexander, be reasonable! Were they ever meant to be our equals? Share our rewards? You remember what Aristotle said. An Asian? What would a vow mean to a race that’s never kept their word to a Greek? Alexander: Aristotle be damned!

Others:
Alexander!

Alexander:
By Zeus and all the gods, what makes you so much better than them, Cassander? Better than you really are. In you and those like you is this.

Hephaistion:
Alexander.

Alexander:
What disturbs me the most is not your lack of respect for my judgement. It’s your contempt for a world far older than ours.


19. Asian allurements

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Black Cleitus:
Five to any man who bothers to kill me.

Hephaistion:
Have another drink, Cleitus.

Black Cleitus:
Shouldn’t you be bowing to the king?

Nearchus:
Cleitus.

Oxyartes:
Alexander, you look weak when you not accept these honors.

Alexander:
I understand, my dear father, but it’s against Greek ways.

Oxyartes:
Then Greek ways are weak.

Persian Chamberlain:
I still think she got the better of him in this bargain.

Oxyartes:
My daughter, Roxane, she shall make you good wife. She shall kill for you. Raw skunk, ruler of heaven… and earth. In honor of this great alliance, I, Oxyartes, offer you these great gifts. Some tribe leader: I would like to honor a toast to you from my people.

Cup bearer:
Good morning, sire.

Oxyartes:
We shall fight for you, Alexander. It shall be bloody.

Alexander:
Who’s the bear?

Ptolemy:
Parmenion. He’s been in complete control of your supply lines.

Alexander:
His pessimism is infectious. But he’ll stay loyal, as long as his son remains with us.

Persian Chamberlain:
Her eyes tell me she cares for you, Alexander. Perhaps too much. In the ways of my country, those who love too much, lose everything. And those who love with irony, last.

38. Hephaistion’s farewell

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Nearchus:

They took another reading.
The harbor can only be dredged to 20 feet.

Alexander:
Then get a second opinion from the Phoenicians. I tell you, it goes deeper.

Cassander
Alexander. We'll well over 12,000 talents on wood alone for the fleet.
And their armor costs are staggering.

Alexander:
Cast another dye, we shall back them.

Cassander:
How? Our armor... Our Treasury...

Alexander:
With our future, Cassander, the best capital we have.

Nearchus:
Even so, I seriously doubt the Phoenicians can make a timber quote in time.
Perhaps we could sail with fewer ships or delay until the spring...

Alexander:
There'll be no delays, Nearchus.
Ptolemy, how goes our library?

Ptolemy:
The trees are falling as we speak.

Alexander:
Good. We must not forget our libraries. All the Alexandrias we have, I want libraries.
Just last night he was...

Doctor:
It's the water, Your Majesty. He mixed it with the wine.

Alexander:
But how can this be?
Typhus of India?

Doctor:
I wouldn't tax yourself, Your Majesty. A few good nights' rest will do it. But no wine or cold chicken. With the regimen of cares that I've put in place...

Antigonus:
Come, doctor.

Hephaistion:
I feel better. Soon, I'll be up.

Alexander:
We leave for Arabia in the spring, and I couldn't leave without you.

Hephaistion:
Arabia.   
You used to dress me up like a sheik...wave your wooden scimitar.

Alexander:
You were the only one who'd never let me win.
The only one who's ever been honest with me. You saved me from myself.
Please don't leave me, Hephaistion.

Hephaistion:
I remember the young man who wanted to be Achilles...and then outdid him.

Alexander:
And then what happened? Ours is a myth only young men believe.

Hephaistion:
But how beautiful a myth it was.

Alexander:
We reach, we fall.
Oh, Hephaistion.

Hephaistion:
I worry for you without me.

Alexander:
I am nothing without you. Come, fight, Hephaistion. We will die together.
We'll have children with our wives, and our sons will play together as we once did.
A thousand ships we'll launch from here, Hephaistion.
We'll round Arabia and sail up the gulf to Egypt.
From there, we'll build a channel through the desert and out to the Middle Sea.
 And then we'll move on Carthage. And that great island, Sicily, they'll pay large tribute.
After that, the Roman tribe, good fighters. We'll beat them.
And then explore the northern forests...and out the Pillars of Herakles to the western ocean.
And then one day, populations will mix and travel freely. Asia and Europe will come together.
And we'll grow old, Hephaistion...looking out our balcony at this new world.
Hephaistion? Hephaistion? No!
Where is this doctor?

Doctor:
I can't explain this, Your Majesty. It's not possible. I swear by Apollo.

Alexander:
Execute him! Take him out now and execute him.

Ptolemy:
Come away, come away.

Alexander:
Liars. Liars. You all hated him. All of you. Get out. Get out now!

42. Taking flight

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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?

43. Empire of the mind

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Babylon, Persia - June 323 B.C.

PTOLEMY (v.o.):
On the 10th of June, a month short of his 33rd year...Alexander's great heart finally gave out.
And as he vowed, he joined Hephaistion.
But in his short life, he achieved, without doubt...the mythic glory of his ancestor Achilles and more.
Olympias' transgression in the murder of his father...is, to my mind, a probability. His, a burden.
Alexander was too in love with glory for him to steal it.
But by blood, and blood alone, he was guilty.

Olympias:
No!

Soldier:
Bolt the doors.
The body stays in Babylon.

Cassander:
The body belongs to Macedon.

Antigonus:
This must be decided...

PTOLEMY (v.o.):
Within hours...we were fighting like jackals for his corpse.
The wars of the world had begun.
Forty years, off and on, they endured. Cassander in Greece. Crateros and Antigonus in western Asia. Solucas and Perdiccas in the East. Myself in Egypt. Until we divided his empire in four parts.

Ptolemy:
Gentlemen, we are not savages. We are the future...

Nearchus:
Get out!

PTOLEMY (v.o.):
I think Alexander would have been disappointed in us.
Naturally, rumors grew he'd been poisoned by one faction of his generals or another...but the truth in these matters has long since been driven from currency.
Cassander saw to that with his fake diaries...painting Alexander as a sick and bloated drunk.
Many believed, to remove suspicion from himself.

44. Greatest of them all

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Alexandria, Egypt 285 B.C. - 40 Years Later
Ptolemy:
He certainly proved he had the temperament for politics and murder...when seven years later, he executed Olympias. Met her death with great courage.
Five years... No, it was six years after that...Cassander finally achieved the complete destruction of Alexander's bloodline...when he poisoned Roxane...and Alexander's 13-year-old son...the true heir to the empire.
But Roxane too, like Olympias...played by stern rules, supported by several generals. Days after Alexander's death, she had Stateira poisoned.
It was reason enough for some to believe...she was the one behind Hephaistion's sudden demise. But this is unproven in my mind.
Bagoas disappeared from the histories entirely...a wise move, perhaps.
But I will say his love and devotion for Alexander...were unquestionable and extraordinary.
Now I am the keeper of his body...embalmed here in the Egyptian ways.
I followed him as Pharaoh, and have now ruled 40 years.
I have two sons, each jealous of the other's power. But they will grow to make fine fathers and husbands. And I trust they'll be just in their affairs.
But they have never seen...the great cavalry charge of Gaugamela...or the mountains of the Hindu Kush... ...when we crossed the 100,000 men army into India.
He was a god, Cadmos...or as close as anything I've ever known.
"Tyrant!" they yell so easily. I laugh. No tyrant ever gave back so much.
What do they know of the world, these schoolboys?
It takes strong men to rule. Alexander was more, he was a Prometheus, a friend to man. He changed the world.
Before him, there were tribes...and after him, all was possible.
There was suddenly a sense the world could be ruled by one king...and be better for all.
Eighteen great Alexandrias he built across this world.
It was an empire, not of land and gold, Cadmos, but of the mind. It was a Hellenic civilization...open to all.
But the truth is never simple...and yet it is. The truth is, we did kill him.
By silence, we consented. Because... Because we couldn't go on.
What, by Ares, did we look forward to but to be discarded in the end, like Cleitus?
After all this time, to give away our wealth to Asian sycophants we despised? Mixing the races, harmony? Bah!
Oh, he talked of these things...but wasn't it really about Alexander and another population ready to obey him?
I never believed in his dream. None of us did. That's the truth of his life. The dreamers exhaust us.
They must die before they kill us with their blasted dreams.
Oh, just throw all that away, Cadmos.
It's an old fool's rubbish. You shall write, "He died of fever and a weakened condition."

Cadmos: 
Yes, great Pharaoh.

Ptolemy:
Oh, he could have stayed home in Macedonia, married, raised a family.
He'd have died a celebrated man. But this was not Alexander.
All his life, he fought to free himself from fear. And by this, and this alone, he was made free.
The freest man I've ever known.
His tragedy was one of increasing loneliness...and impatience with those who could not understand.
And if his desire...to reconcile Greek and barbarian ended in failure... What failure!
His failure towered over other men's successes.
I've lived... I've lived long life, Cadmos...but the glory and the memory of man...will always belong to the ones who follow their great visions.
And the greatest of these is the one they now call...Megas Alexandros.
The greatest of them all.