He sends his scribe.
The english ships have blocked Falero bay.
Their cannons are pointing at Athens.
My government has handed a resignation.
Greece could become a laughing stock.
Why doesn't the government accept the amnesty?
The constitution prohibits it.
Who wrote the constitution?
The nation.
He who can construct something, can also break it.
My government suggests another solution:
ask the king forgiveness.
But for this to happen, first we must have a trial.
A formality, to keep the appearances.
Decide then, give up,
I give you my word,
submit to a trial and within two weeks you'll be pardoned...
and you'll be free.
We won't go back to jail.
Let the judges come here, to the cabins, to carry the trial...
so we can see them and hear them.
Then we will wait for the pardon.
When we have the paper signed and sealed...
we will free the lords.
I am an unfortunate man!
Who will hand me from the abyss of this death?
Is to save the honor of the nation.
So, be it.
The landlords of this region and me,
for the benefit of the homeland,
we have decided...
to absolve you from all you debts...
and turn you back...
the lands in the plains.
I am trying to understand...
if there is someone behind who has helped him flee.
What for?
Nobody knows.
Nobody speaks.
Everything makes me think of a big trap.
Alexander's politics...
is that of a charismatic leader.
He can turn every one of his gestures into something dark.
You promised to respect the collective decisions.
Teacher, the dream is in danger.
Lord, save your people...
and bless your inheritance...
offering victories to the kings against the barbarians...
and guard with the cross of your regime.
Where are you going, father?
Up, to the monastery.
The government...
wishes for everything to end,
and to prove its intentions...
it will accept your proposals.
We have won!
Victory!
Countrymen, keep silence for a while!
What do you mean to keep silence, president?
Shut up! Shut up!
- Wait, we'll talk about it. - We've always had our lands.
The lands we'll regain are nobody's property...
but of the community, like everything else.
Those lands were bought by my grandfather from the turks, with sweat in his forehead.
And my father spent his life working on them.
We said we would go to the school and discuss it.
We are losing our freedom.
The despotism will destroy...
the life of this community.
Our revolution is dying.
Its spirit will howl in the desert.
In the obscurity of the century that's ending,
in the inhospitable and solemn horizon...
the sunrise is threating...
the announced day.
Shouts the hate, the starvation and pain...
of thousands and thousands of bony faces...
and shout with their redemptive explosion...
the dinamite.
We are ready at the crossroads,
evil specters of the extreme moment,
in the lips of the saint man of "anarchy"...
we will rise.
For all the victims not revenged...
in the din of the epic echo...
We will return in the barricades...
lead for lead.
We will fall in the splendor of glory,
we will open a new road for the future,
from the blood a new history will be born...
of the anarchy.
Stop!
What a shame, countrymen!
This is the village of Alexander the Great.
Here he was found as a child by the peasants.
Nobody could approach him,
only one young woman succeed it.
She took his hand and he followed her...
and she became his mother.
This is the house of Alexander the Great.
In this house he lived with her.
When he grew up, he married her.
She was still young and beautiful.
Her daughter from her first marriage...
held the bride's veil.
This is the church...
where Alexander the Great married his foster mother.
Here, as he was coming out of the church they shooted him.
But instead of killing him, they killed the bride
in her beautiful white wedding dress.
The local people say that...
the killers were hired by the landowners...
because Alexander was making the peasants rise up.
When Alexander escaped from the prison...
the daughter of the dead woman dissapeared with him.
Everybody says that she left for the town to be with him.
The night that Alexander the Great escaped from the prison,
she appeared again in the village
and opened the house again.
Smile, please!
Stay still.
Like statues, gentlemen.
In the name of the king. The trial begins.
Proceed with the trial!
A moment!
Accused...
of killing, of continous robbery,
of kidnapping, etc...
in short,
of breaking all of the basic articles of the penal code...
Alexander, of unknown last name,
better known as Alexander the Great,
together with 29 bandits...
whose name I won't read to save time.
The accused are present?
The accused are present.
Bring in the witness and the victims.
I don't understand!
Be the most concise posible, we are silent to the bones.
I leave the word to the fiscal man.
Mr President, gentlemen...
Why, captain?
We had nothing to win with the killing of the fiscal.
Nor you nor we.
Nobody.
The town is in danger, captain.
Take your men and go.
We will turn in the hostages to the authorities.
If not, whoever sustains him, will experiment the worst.
Why?
It had to be done.
He would have spoiled everything.
It had to be done.
I woke with this marble head in my arms,
that wears out my elbows,
and I don't know what to do with it.
Fire, countrymen!
They've burned our sheepfolds. They've killed our sheeps.
Our goods have vanished!
They've also poisoned our water!
What are we waiting for, countrymen?
The captain orders that you give your weapons and provisions.
Otherwise, he will have to use force.
Wait!
Turn back!
The captain wanted to say...
that for our own good...
and for the benefit of everyone,
he's forced...
to seize the weapons and the provisions,
and to impose a curfew...
in the town.
Teacher, it is me, Alexander.
Teacher, I don't understand.
In our last class we talked about history.
Today...
we are gonna talk about property and power.
The property is...
The power is...
If I talk to you in parables...
is because it's less tragic.
You must not speak of the horror...
because it is alive,
because it is mute,
and advances...
Too late captain. They've left.
We've found this cap.
Very well, teacher, that's what we'll do.
Come...
Sleep, Alexander.
It is hot in there.
Sleep, Alexander.
It is hot in there.
It is unfair.
I was also with them.
Alexander!
You have spoiled everything.
Everything has vanished, the banquet and the flags.
There's nothing left.
It is the will of one man only.
Massimo was right.
You don't understand?
There's something else, invisible behind all of this.
They've used you, Alexander.
Teacher, it is me, Alexander.
The property is...
The power is...
It is me.
Chief, it is me!
And like that, Alexander...
entered in the cities.