6. Driving Darius back

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Macedonian left:
Philotas:
Father! We must fall back to the gully, Father!

Parmenion:
No, hold! Where is he? We’re far too thin! Get word to Alexander! Move!

Soldier:
Yes, sir.

Macedonian right:
Alexander:
Come, Macedonians! Ride! Ride! Drive for the hole!

Soldiers:
Drive for the hole! Drive for the hole!

Macedonian center:

Darius:
Prince Merdicus, bring these men up.

Macedonian left:
Parmenion:
Back and to the left! Back and to the left!

Soldier:
General!

Soldier:
Get to your home! And go home fast.

Parmenion:
I cannot see! Philotas! Philotas!

Philotas:
Father.

Parmenion:
Go. Tell Alexander yourself. And if he won’t listen, then survive me and avenge this betrayal!

Macedonian center:
Black Cleitus:
Pay attention, lad! Your father still watches over you!

Alexander:
Darius!
(to Hephaistion) Find your horses.
Darius!

Darius:
Go! Go!

Alexander:
We can reach those mountains by sunset, go all night and catch Darius at dawn. Provision the horses!

Philotas:
Alexander! Alexander, my father’s lost. They’ve overrun the flank! They’re into the baggage train.

Hephaistion:
Parmenion’s crumbling.

Ptolemy:
Alexander, if you chase him, you risk losing your army here.

Alexander:
And if we capture him, we gain an empire.
 “You can run to the end of the earth, you coward! But you’ll never run far enough!”
To Parmenion!

7.Live on in glory

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Hermolaus:
You bleed free, My Lord. May I tend to your wound?

Alexander:
No, Hermolaus, not now. There’s far worse than me. Go to them. Help them.
(To soldier) How was this done, soldier?

Glaukos:
Spear. But I got two of the buggers. Your Majesty.

Alexander:
You’re very brave. What shall I call you?

Glaukos:
Glaukos, my king.

Alexander:
Glaukos. And where’s your home?

Glaukos: Illyria.

Alexander:
Let your body go loose. Think of home now. And be brave again. Glaukos …and you will live on in glory.

Physician:
Alexander.

PTOLEMY (v.o):
The Persian Empire, the greatest the world had yet known, was destroyed. And Alexander, at 25, was now king of all.

8. My little Achilles

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Pella, Macedonia – 20 years earlier

Olympias:
If you hesitate, she will strike. Yes.
They (the snakes) are like people. You can love them for years. Feed them, nurture them, but still, they can turn on you.  Don’t hurt her. Good. Now…
He calls me a barbarian. He makes a mockery of Dionysus every night.

PTOLEMY (v.o):
Some called his mother, Queen Olympias, was a sorceress and said that Alexander was the child of Zeus. Others, Dionysus.

Olympias:
Women are the only ones who know Dionysus.

PTOLEMY (v.o):
But truly, there was not a man in Macedonia who didn’t look at father and son (Philip and Alexander), side by side, and wonder.

Olympias:
My little Achilles.
Stay, Alexander. Down, down. (To Philip) What is it that you want?!

Philip:
Six months. Did you miss me?

Olympias:
No. Not here!

Philip:
Proud bitch, I’m still your king.

Olympias:
King of what? Shepherders? I am of Achilles’ royal blood.

Philip:
The blood of Herakles runs in my veins.

Olympias:
You are nothing but a drunken whore.

Philip:
Shut your mouth. You 10-titted bitch from Hades! Which god could I curse to have ever laid eyes on you!

Olympias:
You think people respect you? You think they don’t know about your bastards?

Philip:
Damn your sorceress soul! You keep him here like one of your snakes! I told you not! I told you not! You’ll obey me.

Olympias:
I will not.

Philip:
You’ll obey me, or I’ll kill you with my own hands.

Young Alexander:
Let her go! No! Stop! Papa!

Philip:
Obey me!

Chambermaid:
Your Majesty! No!

Olympias:
In the name of the gods. He will never be yours! Never! In my womb I carried my avenger!

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.


10.Taming Buchephalus.

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PTOLEMY (v.o):
Growing more ambitious, Philip now planned the invasion of Persia.

Philip:
Is that the best you can do, Cleitus? Back to the phalanx with you, I’ll ride him myself.

Black Cleitus:
No one will ride that beast, Your Majesty. Not with your leg. He’s been beaten far too often.

Horse seller:
My noble king, he’s a high-spirited animal, yes. High-spirited and worthy of Philip of Macedon. For three and a half talents, I couldn’t possibly make a profit of him, but for you --

Philip:
Why would I need such a beast? I already have a wife.

Olympias:
(To Alexander) Do I seem so old?

Horse sellers:
Stay down, stay down. Hold him!

Philip:
A broken neck comes free. He’s too nervous for battle. Sell him for meat.

Young Alexander:
Buy him for me, father. I’ll ride him.

Philip:
And if you don’t?

Young Alexander:
I’ll pay for him myself.

Philip:
With what, your singing voice?

Young Alexander:
I’ll pay you!

Philip:
I tell you, that horse can’t be ridden, lad. His mind is broken.

Young Alexander:
He can be ridden. By me.

Philip:
If you can rule that horse, I’ll make him yours. (To the horse seller)…at half the price.

Black Cleitus:
That horse will kill him, Philip. He’ll break the boy in two.

Philip:
Will he? Perhaps she’ll make a musician out of him yet.

Young Alexander:
(To Bucephalus) You don’t like your shadow, do you? It’s like a dark spirit coming up to get you. Do you see? That’s us. It’s just a trick of Apollo’s. He’s the god of the sun.
But I’ll show you how to outwit him (Apollo), you and me together.

Parmenion:
The boy doesn’t have the craft, Philip. He could hurt himself.

Philip:
He’ll have to figure that out for himself. It’s time.

Attalus:
Good idea. Indeed there are times, Philip, when I wonder if he is your blood.

Parmenion:
I only worry that --

Philip:
What was that, Attalus?

Attalus:
Nothing. I was just noticing how the people like seeing you and Eurydice together.

Philip:
(To Alexander) You go, boy!
You ride that horse and by Zeus I say, you can rule the world.

Young Alexander:
Bucephalus. That’s what I’ll call you. Strong and stubborn. Bucephalus and Alexander. Come now, let’s ride together.

Philip:
He got some titans in him, yet. Attalus! Cleitus! For Zeus’ sake, he beats you, man!

Young Alexander:
Now, Bucephalus, show them.

Philip:
My son. My son!