All language subtitles for Hercules - S01E10 - Gladiator

I don't know. Maybe
I'm missing a step, or something.

Come on. The guy blind-sided you.

No, I saw it coming. I just couldn't
get out of the way fast enough.

Maybe you were preoccupied
with that seven-foot tree?

- He looked more like eight foot.
- That's what I'm saying.

There's no shame in
getting sucker-punched.

Oh, a couple of years ago,
it wouldn't at happened.

Would you forget about it?
You're driving yourself crazy!

How could I?

I found a gray hair this morning.

Get away from me! Get away from me!

- You're awfully pretty!
- Get away from me!

- Whaddya got for us?
- This is mine!

- This?
- Get away!

- I get her first!
- Get away from me! Get away! Get--!

What's going on here?

- This isn't your problem.
- Why don't we let the lady decide that?

I was on my way to Apropus
when these men stopped me.

Oh, well, maybe they're
just lost and need directions.

You see if she's going way,
I think you should go that way.

Maybe you don't count so well.
There's six of us, and there's two of you.

Good point. Ah, Iolaus,
what do you think? Six ta two.

- Well, it's not really fair.
- Yeah.

- Maybe we should let them go.
- Huh? Let us go?

- Is this a joke?
- All right.

Uh, you can go.

Kill him!

Where'd she go?

- You're welcome.
- I think you scared her.

Thanks, Leutis.

You shouldn't be fighting
so soon after the bear.

The bear was quicker than I thought.

- Your wounds need time to heal.
- I doubt the crowd wants to wait.

The crowd? Or your pride?

Here let me.

- Hail, Maxius!
- Hail, Postera!

Greetings, Maxius!

- To the goddess, Hera!
- To Hera!

Our thanks be to Hera for our
continued prosperity in business and trade!

- To Hera!
- Hear, hear!

- And who are the opponents today, Maxius?
- Brave Gladius will fight a lion!

A very hungry lion all
the way from Africa!

And I'm offering three-to-one on Gladius!

- I'll go fifty dinars!
- I'll go a hundred!

- Put mine on the lion!
- I'll give you those odds.

You're crazy! Gladius is sure to win!

Three-to-one.

Gladius!

Pride can kill, Gladius.

I'll be all right.

- At three-to-one, I'll take a lion.
- Over Gladius? Our best?

- I sense he's getting tired.
- Hmm. Oh, do you, Postera?

I sense you're getting tired of him.

He was lucky he survived
the bear last week.

Well, whichever way it goes it
should still be a good show.

Hi, Maxius.

This is the story of a time long ago.

A time of myth and legend,

when the ancient gods
were petty and cruel,

and they plagued mankind with suffering.

Only one man dared
to challenge their power-Hercules.

Hercules possessed a strength
the world had never seen,

a strength surpassed only
by the power of his heart.

He journeyed the earth, battling the
minions of wicked stepmother, Hera,

the all-powerful queen of the gods.

But wherever there was evil,
wherever an innocent would suffer,

there would be Hercules.

Ah, now what? This woman attracts
trouble like dogs draw fleas.

- Come on.
- Iolaus.

Yeah, yeah.

Hello, again.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
run off without thanking you.

Well, maybe that's
why your wheel fell off.

Don't pay any attention to him.
He'll fix your wheel.

- Goodness, you don't have to do that.
- No, no, no, we insist.

- Thank you.
- Excuse me.

Shh.

This is hard country for a woman
alone. You should have an escort.

My husband's in prison.

He's not a criminal.

- He's a slave.
- Wait. Slaves are allowed in Apropus?

Well, not officially but Menas Maxius
is the richest man in this area,

and he does what he wants.

He promised to set my
husband free, then didn't.

Now, he's banished
me from the land.

- Why do you wanna go back there?
- My husband has never seen his son.

No one should be denied that.

We'll go with you.

Now, wait a minute.
Hercules, aren't we headed--

You're Hercules?

Here you've helped me twice
and I didn't even ask your name.

There's no need to apologize. I mean,
you're worried about your husband.

You're a lot like he is strong as an ox
quick to smile and handsome as a god.

Thank you.

What?

Does it hurt?

- Only when I breathe.
- Ah, you're lucky. Your wounds aren't deep.

You should see the lion.
It was a good kill quick clean.

If it was so quick why d'ya wear
claw marks on your shoulder?

At least, I didn't torture
the beast or make it suffer!

You're the only one who cares
about quick, clean kills, Gladius.

- All the crowd wants is blood.
- Well, they got it mine!

You shouldn't have been out there.

It's one thing to fool the crowd,
but you shouldn't fool yourself.

What are you saying?
That I'm not good enough?

I'm saying that you
should just slow down.

If you're saying that I'm not
good enough we can go right now!

- One-on-one!
- Gladius, I don't wanna fight you!

I'm your friend, I'm worried about you.

I'm fine! You worry about yourself!

Or young Turkos there,
with more brawn than brains!

- You watch your tongue, old man.
- You watch yours!

I don't know what we're doin' this for.

How do you know
you're gonna get in to see him?

I'm working on it.

Well, even if you do get in,
what are you gonna do?

Hercules, we can't go around
busting people out of prison.

- I'm working on it.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What is it, Felicita?

Those are Maxius' toll collectors.
They might recognize me.

All right. You know that inn
we passed a little way's back?

- You stay there until we send for you.
- B-but I--

No, no, it's... it'll be all right.
We'll find your husband.

Come on, Iolaus.
We have some work to do.

For the glory of Hera and the coffers of
Menas Maxius twenty dinars is the toll.

- Twenty dinars!
- And, if we refuse?

First, we'll have the pleasure
of cracking your skulls.

Then you'll get to see the
inside of Menas Maxius' prison.

- No.
- That's what I thought.

Oh, no. Great. Here we go again.

I can't believe you
you're gonna get us into prison.

- Uh-huh.
- Hold it right there! Don't move!

Ah, take it easy. We'll go quietly.

Let's go.

You got your choice:
venison soup or boar stew.

- Well, how 'bout both?
- You got wax in your ears?

- I said ya got a choice.
- OK, look, I'll take the stew.

- Uh, how 'bout a double portion?
- How 'bout a ladle upside the head?

I got twenty more mouths to feed
and a bunch a new recruits comin' in.

Ah, come on, Spagos.

I'm fighting a bear later this
week, just a little extra.

You're fighting a boar
and you know the rules.

The better the fighter,
the better the food.

Ha, you got a problem with that?
We can take it up with Bellicus.

Oh, let's not. I don't think our
jailer's capable of friendly debate.

Yeah, well, why don't ya tell him that?

Here he comes with the new meat.

- Hey, watch your elbow.
- Leave that be.

You're sure this is
the way to find this guy.

- Did you have a better idea?
- Keep moving!

You shove that thing
in my back once more,

- and you're gonna end up wearing it.
- Did you say something?

Yeah! I-- ahh! Ow!

If you're thinking of helping, go on.
Give Rankus an excuse.

- We'll have to discuss this later.
- Oh, we will.

You'll be with us a while.

Are you sure there isn't
an easier way to find this guy?

I'm sorry, Iolaus. I promise you we
won't stay any longer than we have to.

I'm trying to find a man named Gladius.

- Maybe he doesn't wanna be found.
- Why are you looking for him?

That's my business.

Just what is it you two did
that you ended up in here?

We refused to pay a toll.

- That's all?
- We refused with extreme prejudice.

And for that grave transgression,
let me guess two years hard labor.

Thirty days.

You hear that, Turkos?
Only thirty days.

Maxius is getting more
lenient with his sentencing.

It's just a number to him. Thirty days,
thirty years, what's the difference?

What do you mean,
'What's the difference?' Ow.

I was senctenced to two years,
I've been here three.

Same here. Sentenced to
two so far, I've done five.

They told him three,
he's been here fifteen.

Fifteen?

If I were you guys, I wouldn't
make any long-range plans.

The only way anyone gets
out of here is in a box.

Great.

Could you make 'em a little smaller?

Don't mind Turkos. He takes
delight in the misery of others.

- No talking over there!
- Yeah?

The guy has got a sick sense of humor.

All that stuff about us
being here forever.

- Turkos doesn't have a sense of humor.
- Yeah?

- Well, all we got was thirty days.
- That's a subject to debate.

It might make more sense if you thought
of yourselves as slaves, not prisoners.

I fought to wipe out slavery
in this province, many years ago.

Then think of yourselves as prisoners.
To Menas Maxius, it's all the same.

It seems like not all slaves
are created equal.

- What do you do to get that job?
- You earn it.

If you don't wanna work
the quarry, you fight animals.

The better you fight the more you eat.

And if you're really good,
like Gladius over there, well,

they might even send a
girl or two your way.

- That's Gladius?
- Yeah, he's the best.

And he's earned every scar on his body.

What makes him so good? Ow!

Work! Don't talk.

That's two.

- I'm getting bored with the games.
- Oh, yeah?

- Which games are those, my love?
- All the games.

Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?

Do something different.
Something exciting.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hey, I just thought of
something you are gonna love.

- Hmm.
- I promise you.

I have news from your wife.

Didn't you hear me?

I have news from Felicita.

- Easy.
- I have no wife.

And if you ever mention
her name again, I'll-- I'll kill you!

I can see you're gonna be a
troublemaker. Gladius, keep moving.

- Go on!
- You, too.

What was that all about?

I wish I knew.

Planning an escape?

- Just stretching my muscles.
- Save your strength.

More than a few have tried.

Usually, they end up lashed
or dead for their efforts.

It still seems better than
sitting here and growing old.

Look, no one should
have to live like this.

But you pick your fights,
and their time and place.

Hmm. Like your friend, Gladius.

- Gladius is a brave man.
- He's been here fifteen years.

And he's had his spirit broken

and mended more times than
the bones in your body.

But I've never met anyone more
honorable or courageous.

Then why does he deny
the existence of his wife?

Because he has no wife.
She died in childbirth.

- Not if her name is Felicita.
- How did you know that?

Because I met her?
She's no more a ghost than you or I.

- She's alive?
- She's alive.

- Gods above.
- They lied. The question is 'Why?'

For the amusement of the landowners.
Gladius is the best fighter in the camp.

- Maxius makes money off him.
- Wagering.

He once fought an African
water buffalo with a shortsword.

That's how he met Felicita.

She was slave to Maxius' wife
and was offered to Gladius.

No one guessed they would fall in love.

- Felicita said he was offered his freedom.
- He was.

Gladius offered to fight anything if

Maxius would let him marry
the girl and set them free.

So, what happened?

He fought two mountain lions
at one time killed them both.

Then Maxius went back on his
promise told him the girl died.

She's alive.

She waits outside the
city with Gladius' son.

Shhhh.

Oh, well! If it isn't the
banished wife of Gladius?

I guess you prefer death to exile!

What's he doing?

Skoros is fighting in the pit, today.

He thinks if he throws enough
salt and pepper over his shoulder,

he'll have good luck.

Maybe the cook should try that.

You out.

Listen up! A new order starts today!

From now on,
there'll be two men fighting

in the pit beginning with
Skoros and you.

- I won't fight.
- That's not your decision to make.

I just made it.

Men fighting animals for
the amusement of others?

I don't believe in it,
and I won't be a willing participant.

Have it your way.

Be an unwilling participant.

Drag him out!

To great Hera!

Today, to honor our great goddess,
I've come up with a new contest!

Something even more exciting
than the ones we’ve held in the past!

The crowd is sitting down.

Skoros is already out there.

He's armed with a sword.

They've carried the new man out.

He's still unconscious.

Now, he's moving!

Today, we have two men in the pit!
But they won't be fighting animals.

Yes! Yes! To the death!

We want blood!

Begin.

- We don't have to do this.
- Kill him or be killed.

I won't kill you.

We can throw down our weapons,
we can make a stand together.

Give it up!

I don't wanna hurt you!

Skoros slashes at him! A backhand slice!
The new man blocks him!

Now a spin!

Kill him!

Kill him! Kill him!

I don't kill for pleasure!
I don't kill for sport!

And I'll burn in Hades before
I kill for your amusement!

You've broken the rules, slave.
That fight was to be to the death!

And who are you to order such a thing?

I'm a generous man
I'll give you one more chance!

Kill him, or be killed yourself!

I'm not gonna kill an innocent man,

not for your entertainment
or anyone else's.

Very well, then.

Guards, kill him.

You two get rid of him.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

Advance! What're ya waiting for?

Stop!

Bring the slave to my chambers.

- Come on, slave!
- Move it!

You've made quite an
impression in a short time.

Take his clothers off.

You're a big man.

Nice muscle tone.

- I have a proposition to make.
- Let me guess.

- You'd like a personal slave.
- Ooh, don't make it sound so negative.

You'd have a much easier
life than you have now.

Still not much of a life.

- You sound like Gladius.
- Oh, did he turn you down as well?

He paid for his disrespect.

His wife did, too.

You must be very proud.

You're starting to
wear out your welcome.

What's your answer?

I'd rather sleep in a dungeon with rats
than share satin pillows with a viper.

- You have a strange sense of humor.
- Am I laughing?

You insolent pig!

You'll get your wish.

You'll sleep in a dungeon.

But before you get there,

perhaps forty lashes'll
bleed the insolence out of you.

Take him to Bellicus!

What happened?

- I'm all right, Iolaus.
- You know, you could just break outta here.

- It's not time yet.
- Get moving!

Hey! Where're ya taking him?

To the tombs. Postera thinks he should
experience sleeping with real vipers.

Oh, and she's also chosen the
next opponents Turkos and Gladius.

And if ya don't put on a better show
than the last two ya both die!

The new slave's right, this is wrong.

I'm getting too old to fight.

- Can ya kill Turkos?
- I'll do what needs be done.

- Are you outta your mind?
- This doesn't concern you.

What is this?

Gladius is sick probably
from Spagos' stew.

Tell Maxius and Postera that
I'll be fighting in his place.

Crazy.

We don't have much choice. Come on.

Leutis, come back in one piece.

Gladius cannot fight.
Leutis will fight in his place.

You remember only one of
you will walk outta here alive.

- To honor and glory of Hera.
- To Hera!

To Hera!

- And for your pleasure.
- Don't forget my pleasure, Maxius.

Begin!

You're gonna wish you
let your friend, Gladius, fight.

We'll see. Maybe you'll
wish he was fighting.

What's-- what's going on?

Leutis is fighting in your place.

Spagos! What's going off?

Turkos thrusts! Leutis parries!

A shield blow! Leutis is staggering!

Now a counter-offensive!
He's got Turkos on his heels!

Kill him!

Come on! Get on with it!

I refuse. The new slave is right.

We're not animals to be used for sport.
We're human beings.

You're taxing my patience, slave!
One last time.

No! No more choices!

Kill them both!

Ahhhhhh!

Spagos?

- What is it?
- They've killed them both.

No! Noooo! Nooo!

Swine!

When Maxius says, 'Fight to
the death,' he means it.

And this'll help remind you!
String 'em up!

You'll pay for this, Bellicus.
I swear by the gods!

This is what refusing to fight gets you.

You bury them properly
or I swear I'll bury you.

We don't have to take this.

Why don't we just break out of here?

We haven't accomplished anything.
Gladius... these men...

These men they don't care anymore.

They've given up even
thinking about freedom

or what it's like on the outside.

Then we have to remind them.

- You... you're coming with us.
- What for?

You'll find out soon enough.

They carried Leutis through
paraded him past us

like the animals I used to slaughter.

I'm sorry.

He fought in my place the
last living person I ever loved.

He was a brave man.

For twelve years I was
like these bars

Then Leutis came. He was like
the brother I never had.

He gave me enough hope
to reach out to Felicita.

Her coming was like the night
suddenly pierced by the son.

She lives, Gladius.
She waits for you with your son.

- No. I warned you. Don't--
- I've seen her.

- Don't lie to me.
- I swear. She's safe, outside the city.

- I want to see her.
- You will.

But first, we have to
find a way out of here.

Looks like you'll be needing
your armour, Gladius.

Your weapons'll be handed
to you in the arena.

That's right, you two fight next.

We can put an end to this, Gladius.
If we fight, it'll just keep going on.

If we refuse, we die
like Leutis and Turkos.

Then we fight Maxius his guards,
the people who watch these spectacles.

They're the enemy.

Don't you see why they've
pitted us against each other?

It's because they fear us.
Together, we can make a difference.

I hope we have a good show, today.
Our guests haven't been pleased of late.

- And it's affected their wagering.
- They'll like this fine.

Wait till our warriors
see my little surprise.

Get your hands off me!

Felicita!

- You told me she'd be safe!
- She was supposed to wait for us.

They'll find a way out of this I think.

Silence!

The rules remain the same.

You will battle to the death.

Today, however, a slight modification
which my wife will explain.

For our newest slave, it's simple
you refuse to fight,

and your friend dies.

But for you, Gladius,
it becomes more interesting.

If you balk, your wife returns
to her former life

servicing all the prisoners,
and guards, and anyone else I choose.

Oh, and...

your son will be my personal slave.

No!

Gladius...

Gladius!

Remember what we talked about.

Listen to me. We pretend to fight
until they let their guard down.

- I can't take that chance.
- You have to!

You can't let Leutis'
death be in vain!

Give it to him, Gladius! Watch his feet!

His feet! Nice footwork!

If you kill me, do you really think
they'll set you free or your son?

- Shut up.
- They lied, before.

- What's different now?
- Shut up!

Join me, Gladius.

Help me fight them for Leutis
for Felicita for your boy.

I'm done fighting and talking.

You have to decide who
will control your life you

or Maxius and Postera.

Kill him! Kill him!

Kill him! Kill him!

Kill him! Kill him!

Kill him! Kill him!

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

The keys! The keys The keys! The keys!

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Oh!

Bleaah!

Cha!

- Let us out, Spagos!
- Let us out!

We're free! No more chains!

Ow!

Herc! Hercules!

I've been waiting for this, slave.

Me, too.

Whoo!

Surrender.

Maxius, let's get out of here!

Come back here!

Call off your men.

Call off your men!

Or you can both die!

Stop! Stop!

Put your weapons down!

- Now, it's our turn!
- We'll see who dies, now!

No! We'll spill no more blood!

Freedom is more precious than revenge.

And you will set them free, won't you?

Sure... um... but, how would I do it?

I mean, I mean there'll-there'll
have to be some sort of decree.

How would I word it? It's--

Oh, I'm sure Gladius will
help you think of something.

"I, Menas Maxius, decree
that from this time forth,

no man shall own another in Apropus
or the surrounding provinces!"

"Furthermore no one shall be
imprisoned without just cause."

"Henceforth my wife and I shall
enter into voluntary exile."

Ahh... to my son...
and a life of freedom!

And to Hercules champion of free men!

He... he's Hercules.

I, yeah, I would have
told you myself, but--

He's modest.

Hercules, you...
you could have killed me.

And what would that prove?

I came here to help.

You know, Iolaus? I didn't see any
signs of you slowing down back there.

Yeah, well, I was inspired Gladius
all those slaves.

- Yeah, you fought well.
- Thanks, Hercules.

- Huh? What is this?
- What, am I still bleeding, or...?

Oh, no, it's nothing.
Just a few more gray hairs.

Hey, come on, Hercules.
That's not very funny, you know?

I'm sensitive about that kind of thing.

Maybe I could find
something to color it with.

What do you think?