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THE SON OF SPARTACUS

Titanus thanks the Egyptian authorities,

people and technicians

for their hospitality and cooperation in making this film.

It's pointless to follow them, they're no longer a danger.

Bloody horsemen!

These Egyptians know how to ride.

It's a convenient way to escape.

Randus, look over there!

That ends the war against the allies of Pompey.

Egypt is conquered, defeated by Caesar.

And you too, master.

Let's go.

Let's go, our dinner awaits us.

One less enemy, master.

These men on the cross aren't a pretty sight.

It reminds me of the war against Spartacus.

It still gives me nausea.

Let's go, the camp is far from here.

Finish me off, Roman.

Kill me!

It's forbidden...

to shorten the suffering of the condemned.

You risk losing your your rank and freedom.

The Roman Empire extends from the Rhine as far as the Nile.

Are you homesick?

The conquered have no country, master.

Don't call me "master", I've released you from slavery.

You're free, Beroz, and a valuable scout.

He proved that when he managed to find some food in the kitchen!

You can count on me for that!

Cleopatra is using Rome to take her revenge.

How many enemies can she chain?

A lot.

Hail Randus. Caesar wants to see you in his tent.

Thank you, Tullius.

- What does he want? - Only he knows.

We can leave Egypt in the Spring, Caesar.

Two legions remain, including one in the Nile delta.

And our adversaries?

My enemies are in Rome.

Failing to love me, perhaps they'll fear me.

They already call me a tyrant.

Your voice will silence them, general.

Rome doesn't like Caesar.

Only those who fear a man too great for them.

Randus!

Approach.

You've done well.

I carried out your orders.

In an exemplary manner.

After the death of Lethonius, he took charge of the cavalry...

and using a cohort, pushed back the enemy.

Very nice work.

You deserve the rank of centurion.

Thank you, Caesar.

And you, old friend? Don't you want even one division?

I'm satisfied to be a soldier of Caesar.

The breastplate of a leader is too heavy for me.

You're getting old.

20 Years ago, it would have been much lighter.

Age is my only common point with Caesar.

My reward is to contribute to your victories.

You can at least accept some gold coins.

Here you are. Drink to my health, comrade.

But please, no hostile songs about Caesar like those sung by the drunkards in the legion.

Come, Randus.

After the Egyptian campaign,

the struggle between factions may continue in Rome...

and turn to civil war.

Yes, general.

I have a risky mission for you.

Where Caesar tells me to go, I will.

Then listen well.

Pompey's army is no longer a threat.

But Crassus has control of the eastern provinces.

He has great influence over the senate.

The more I know about his intentions, the better, Randus.

According to me, general, one head is better than two in Rome.

Say that at Crassus' court and you'd lose your head.

I want you to be my eyes and ears.

Leave the camp at dawn with two men.

Tell Crassus that you're an ambassador and a friend.

And let me know what happens in Zeugma.

It will be done.

The Nile is congested with military traffic.

It's better to embark at Alexandria.

It's a long and difficult trip,

from which you risk not returning.

If Crassus is allied with Pharnaces, he may decide to attack me.

I want to know everything about Crassus' intentions.

You risk your life on this mission.

And I lose a friend.

My life belongs to you, Caesar.

Then in that case,

keep it.

What does this medallion represent?

I don't know, I've had it since birth.

There's no doubt it was made in Thrace.

I recall seeing a similar one when I clashed with Spartacus.

What a memory!

Some things you never forget.

He killed my horse with one sword stroke.

He wore that same medallion.

It didn't bring him any luck!

We defeated him, and he ended up on the cross.

He was a great soldier.

You weren't yet born, centurion.

Spartacus had returned to the fundamentals of war.

He understood our strategy and could have overthrown Rome.

But the people didn't follow him.

Goodbye, Randus. Good luck.

And remember: the gratitude of Caesar

is as great as his memory.

Verulus, do you know why the Sphinx smiles?

Nobody knows, Caesar.

Nobody wants to understand.

The Sphinx laughs at men, Verulus.

Grains of sand raised by the hand of fate.

This'll teach you, dirty slave!

Take that!

What's going on? Stop it!

She was running away.

That's enough!

Randus!

Vetius! I didn't think I'd run across you in Egypt.

Same here. Your deeds have echoed all the way to Rome.

You've gotten a promotion.

What happened, Vetius?

The centurion prevented a slave from being whipped.

This is my sister Claudia, who's traveling with me.

Nice to meet you, Claudia.

Randus is one of Caesar's favorites.

Halt.

- What's your name? - Sa�da.

Pay the slave trader and keep the rest.

I've bought the girl.

Don't be afraid.

And you, centurion, won't have to defend her anymore.

Come on, climb aboard. You, follow us.

Lumonius, who are they?

Vetius, an ambitious patrician,

who exploits his sister's charms at the court of Crassus.

He's an outstanding javelin thrower.

In Gaul, I saw him...

crack the skull of an Eburon from across one bank of the Seine to the other.

This will be an interesting journey.

Nice beginning!

Civilian life hasn't rusted your muscles.

On the contrary, it allows me to to train every day.

Want to try it?

No, a centurion can't afford risking his reputation.

You must hold great prestige in the eyes of Caesar,

if, as a soldier and diplomat...

he send you on a mission to Crassus.

That's possible.

Those will eventually sink my ship.

Don't worry, Crassus will buy you a new one.

Give me a drink.

In Zeugma, you'll find even more beautiful slaves.

Unless, like your general, you don't like Egyptian women.

Caesar isn't indifferent, it seems,

to the charms of Queen Cleopatra.

No women can rival those of Rome.

Believe me, Claudia.

Not even Cleopatra.

Do you intend to remain in Zeugma?

No, I don't think so.

Just long enough to greet Crassus and give him news of Caesar.

He'll be glad to have it.

When Caesar took up arms and command of the legions,

Crassus would have liked to join him.

I have no doubt.

The gold of Crassus and the iron of Caesar would have made a formidable alliance.

But with gold, you can buy iron swords.

Caesar is too shrewd to forget that.

In fact, everything has a price. Even your javelins.

What do you mean?

Nothing more than that. I didn't mean to offend you.

Vetius understood you very well.

It's better and more useful to be on the stronger side.

The wisdom of Minerva from the mouth of Venus.

How long will the journey take?

If there's no fog,

we'll reach port at dawn.

If the mast doesn't collapse.

They're planting those javelins deeply into the mainmast.

Only the strength of Hercules could pull them out.

By the Gods of Olympus,

how can they be removed without breaking the mast?

Don't upset the Gods.

Beroz, your sword.

Splendid, Randus!

Let's toss them into the sea.

Who are they?

One of them died while rowing, The other's rebellious...

and has been beaten.

He's still alive!

Not for long. He's mortally wounded.

The sight of blood makes me shudder.

Go, go!

Throw them into the sea and clean the bridge immediately.

- Hurry up! - Into the sea!

Look Randus, your toga is stained with blood.

How horrible!

Depth:

three fathoms.

Rocky bottom.

Nothing on the horizon!

Depth: four fathoms.

Do you see anything over there?

Stay vigilant.

What fog!

In 20 years, I've never seen such a pea souper.

The river Styx of the underworld can't be any worse than this.

Does it remind you of your country, Beroz?

The fog in my forests is different from this.

I don't like this one.

Me either, believe me.

The coast of Zeugma is full of rocks.

We could sink at any moment.

Oh no, not on your life!

I don't intend to return to Rome on the back of a shark.

That'd be better than on your nag of a horse!

Depth: six fathoms.

The current is getting stronger and stronger.

I saw you before at the foot of the pyramids.

I've come to believe you're mute.

I've heard you speak only once.

At the port, when you said your name.

How does Claudia treat you?

Like a Roman woman...

treats her slave.

Like a slave.

Not all Romans are like that.

Some are better, some worse.

You could do a lot worse. Believe me.

Nothing's important to me any more.

My house was destroyed by your soldiers.

My father and my mother...

were slaughtered like sheep.

Guilty only of having defended their own land.

Their homeland.

You'd never ask an object,

a lifeless thing, whether she's happy or not.

So why do you ask how I'm treated?

I'm a soldier, not an executioner.

In any case...

That's the order of things. There are masters and there are slaves.

Just as there are beautiful women and ugly ones,

wise men and fools.

The master finds that just, but not the slave.

Less than three fathoms.

Visibility zero, captain!

Captain, straight ahead!

Randus!

Sa�da!

Help!

Help me!

Look, the galley is moving away!

Sa�da!

Thankfully, we're safe and sound.

You risked your life to save me.

I wasn't going to let you die. Can you walk?

Let's go, before it gets too hot.

And the others?

The fog's cleared, maybe they were saved.

How can we cross the desert without food or water?

With a little luck, we'll meet a caravan.

Come, have courage.

Look over there!

Lycian warriors.

The most bloodthirsty raiders of the desert.

Lycia is governed by Crassus.

Don't be afraid.

Capture them!

Shackle them!

Let go of me!

Let me go, you gang of barbarians!

Release me or you'll be sorry!

I'm a Roman centurion, on a mission to Crassus.

Silence, vermin!

Strong as your are, you're worth 8 pieces of gold...

and you'll spend a few years in chains.

But beware, just one word from Murdok

and you'll end up a dismembered carcass in the desert.

I say that on behalf of Crassus.

Tie him up!

Take him over there.

Idiot, are you trying to get us all killed?

Whip them if they don't get moving!

Move!

Make them drink quickly!

Get going!

Water!

Water!

Some for me!

It's mine!

Let go!

If you want to keep on living as you have,

remember one thing:

their whips burn, but my hands can kill.

Stop, Gular. We don't kill each other.

The same fate awaits us all.

Get off , you!

Back to your places, vermin, or I'll kill you!

What's this?

Where you're going,

this won't do you any good.

To me, it's worth six pints of cider...

that I'll drink to the health...

of Caesar's ambassador.

Forward!

They've rested enough.

Get moving!

Excuse me, stranger.

Forgive the fool that I am.

I've lost my senses.

Gular is a great gladiator.

He sees enemies everywhere.

I'll obey you now that I know who you are.

Your medallion revealed it to me.

I saw it around the neck of a newborn baby.

His mother was Varinia, the wife of Spartacus.

The child was overwhelmed by the weight of the medallion.

I'm a Roman, not a slave.

And yet...

Silence!

Keep going, Baxus.

After this, we're free.

Why Zeugma?

Behind the mountains, in the ruins of Lubar,

is an opening into the streets of the City of the Sun.

Others await you there, chief.

I'll take you to the grave of your father.

What are you talking about? You're delusional.

Don't be naive. I know your name.

A name I've wanted to shout for 20 years.

What your father began,

you'll complete, just as he promised, Randus.

Someone's coming.

Where's the girl?

Here.

Let me go!

Don't move.

If the gods are with us, that's the end of the whip.

Randus!

I told you I was a Roman centurion!

And here's the proof!

Come, my friends!

The man from the sea has freed us!

This is our leader!

Here's your medallion, chief.

Cheers for Randus!

Food and drink for all! Then let's be on our way!

The City of the Sun, that's where freedom is.

Don't talk nonsense. Show me the way to Zeugma.

Randus!

Randus!

You're finally here!

Even in the desert, you look for a quarrel.

The Gods be praised!

By saving you, Neptune spared me the sorrow of your loss.

We thought you were dead.

More a question of being chained.

Your people are waiting for you, Randus. Listen to the voice of your blood.

You were lucky not to have encountered any sharks...

or eels.

Generally speaking, they leave behind nothing but bones.

So, was it necesary to have used your sword in order to regain your freedom?

My mentioning Caesar wasn't sufficient for your men, noble Crassus.

Yes, my Lycians may not be detail oriented,

but they are faithful auxiliaries.

I'm sorry for your misfortune, Randus.

But be aware the name of Caesar

opens the doors to Zeugma and to all my empire.

It's miraculous you were saved from drowning...

only to find yourself whipped and chained as a slave.

What a challenging adventure.

Less so for Zarok's men.

You see?

It only took one Roman...

to wipe out your best soldiers.

You're like the God of War, Randus.

It was kill or be killed.

Very fair.

To kill or not be killed is the foundation of war...

and politics.

But the rebels,

although involved by chance in this unfortunate incident,

must die.

Put those slaves to death.

Zarok will do it. They'll not live to see the dawn.

Except Sa�da!

She's my slave, I bought her. Losing her is out of the question.

We have Randus to thank for saving her.

I'm willing to grant her clemency, Claudia.

But for the others, they're rebels,

living testimonies as a threat to my prestige...

and my authority.

You're killing them because they helped me.

That's not logical.

They help rebels, not Romans.

I beg you, stop this ominous conversation, friends.

Let us attend to our host.

The splendor of Crassus

must prevail in his own palace.

Claudia's right.

We'll do everything possible to make your stay enjoyable.

Let us speak of the peace that Caesar has brought to Egypt.

We're neighbors, as we were on the Tiber.

Lumonius, I entrust Randus to you. You know the palace.

Come, Claudia.

Come, Randus.

What are you waiting for, Zarok? Carry out Crassus' command.

Do you know the legend of King Midas?

Crassus is even stronger.

He doesn't change everything he touches into gold,

but takes gold wherever he finds it without scruples.

He's sold entire towns into slavery.

Caesar doesn't have the measure of how strong and dangerous Crassus is.

I've seen shipments of gold pass between these walls.

What else have you seen?

Walls built along the river.

The manufacture of siege engines.

Who does he intend to attack, hm?

He's tripled the Lycian guard...

and all the princes of the region are in his pay.

He sends Gold to Pharnaces and fills his coffers with jewels.

What has he sent to Rome?

Nothing.

Crassus is all-powerful here.

He has secret ambitions.

Try to learn more by questioning the slaves.

No, they won't talk. Betrayal would cost them their lives.

Be very careful.

The slightest misstep and you're lost.

They're quickly finished off on the cross or in water up to their neck.

Like those there.

High tide drowns them like rats.

Their cries echo throughout the whole palace.

It's horrible.

Either Crassus is a heavy sleeper, or he likes the noise.

In the desert,

I was told of a strange place called the City of the Sun.

Pure legend.

The phantom of a desperate people.

They all speak of a city of sanctuary for rescued slaves.

To me, it doesn't exist.

We must be sure.

If it exists, its inhabitants could help us.

All methods are good for serving Caesar.

The City of the Sun could be here, somewhere among the ruins.

What good is all this, master?

To know the truth.

It is written:

The sword of Spartacus in the hands of his son.

I, Gular,

the gladiator,

I fought alongside Spartacus.

All of you who know me, know...

that I don't lie.

One who, like me, that has seen death many times...

doesn't lie.

Only I, out of six thousand slaves,

survived the cross.

The great Spartacus, who lies beneath the black stone,

put this emblem around the neck of Randus,

born to Varinia before the final battle.

You're the one we've waited for, O Chief of the Slaves.

Our hope, our vengeance.

Are you sure of this?

As sure as I'm alive.

You have all the power, Randus, son of Spartacus.

Our life is in your hands.

You can sell us to Crassus, who crucified your father,

or be our leader.

The choice is yours.

Listen to the voice of your blood and decide.

You can continue to deny the truth...

and destroy our last hope.

You have but one word to say: "Freedom".

And with this word, even the dead will rise.

Leave me alone.

Murderer!

You're a killer, Crassus.

One day you'll pay for your crimes.

One day we'll have our revenge.

They howl like pigs being slaughtered.

- Wretches! - Bastards!

One day we'll have our revenge, band of barbarians!

Alarm! Over there!

Come quick!

Help! Help!

Die, wretches!

Help!

Cut me loose!

Help!

Cut me loose and I'll help you.

I know who you are. You're the son of Spartacus!

Tie them up.

You coward!

It's your turn, bastard. I'll break you!

Quick, cross the river!

Escape to the City of the Sun.

No time to lose! Come on!

Get out, quick!

Help!

Help! Help!

What's happening?

Guards!

Claudia, what are you doing here?

Sound the alarm! Assemble the guards!

To be hauled out of bed in the middle of the night!

Vetius, what is it?

I'll see. It's coming from the slave pit.

Where are the palace guards?

What's happening down there?

The dikes were opened, the slaves freed and the sentinels killed!

I've lost...

two of my men.

Look, they've left this sign on the gate.

Back to work, slave!

Hold on, Spartacus has returned. He's among us.

That's enough. Leave now.

We're leaving!

Let's go!

Spartacus has struck again.

Soon we'll be free.

The whole province is in turmoil.

The people are resisting and refuse to pay tribute.

There have already been casualties.

Crassus has decided to get tough with them.

Nothing too bad, I hope.

It would be unfortunate if he returned to talking of war.

I can assure you there'll be no war, Claudia.

Nothing will threaten your peace.

Come down!

Quick!

We've vanquished them! Victory!

For a month now, this brigand has inflamed the people.

Naturally, Crassus is worried.

Caesar could benefit by extending his legions this far.

- And you wouldn't want that. - What do you mean?

The arrival of Caesar could jeopardize your plans.

You're Crassus' right arm, the province would be yours.

Is it wrong to be ambitious? Who isn't?

It's in tune with the times.

In serving Crassus, I serve the Republic.

And if one day I was given a tribune's toga,

I'd be worthy of it.

And you?

For all his glory, Caesar is no less mortal.

You could start thinking about yourself.

It's true.

My sister could intercede in your favor.

She likes you.

Crassus is not immortal either.

Perhaps one day we'll share the task.

Me as governor and you as head of the army.

Together, an alliance between iron and gold.

That's a good idea.

I'll seriously think about it.

Good.

He must be here. Form a second column.

You're taking command?

No, not I. I don't know the desert.

And the Lycians aren't my best friends.

Very well, you come with me.

Your experience will be useful in trapping the rebels.

Take half the men, Zarok.

Inspect all the rocky area. We'll meet up at Abal.

Forward! Gallop!

We're here.

This is where the brigand appears.

Are you sure?

Yes, our informants were very precise.

Over there, Vetius!

It's him.

The bandit! We have to capture him, dead or alive.

- I'll block him from behind. - Okay.

Forward, gallop!

Bravo, Beroz.

Come on!

There he is!

He won't escape us.

Let's go, gallop!

Forward!

They're trapped.

Damnation, we're caught in a trap!

Go!

Get down!

Take cover from the rocks!

Get off your horses!

Take cover!

Encircle the horses!

Randus, we've succeeded. They're beaten.

Disperse yourselves. Hide where no one can find you.

Get back into the rocks! Disperse yourselves! Get back into the rocks!

Quick, master. Vetius awaits you.

Come back soon, son of Spartacus.

We'll be waiting.

Quick, hide yourself.

Vetius!

By all the Gods, what happened here?

The wretch!

We've been had again.

An avalanche of rocks brought down the men and horses.

It was a massacre.

The mysterious gladiator was everywhere...

and impossible to capture.

Nothing is impossible.

I'm not afraid of a handful of slaves.

I've subdued the strongest of them!

The riot in the mines of Laurion, the revolt in Spain...

and the rebellion of Spartacus. I crucified their leader.

I dispersed them over the face of the Earth!

Are you sure, Crassus?

In other words,

are you certain your enemy from 20 years ago...

hasn't returned?

I'm talking about Spartacus.

Are you mad?

Spartacus died on the cross, and the dead don't return!

We never found his body.

It was eaten by crows.

I saw your dead soldiers with my own eyes.

Each body had a signature...

like this.

The sign of Spartacus.

That's absurd!

Absurd!

I'll put down this rebellion,

even if I have to cover the entire province with crosses.

Crassus gives his word that peace will come to Asia.

You'll help me, Randus.

There's no glory in fighting slaves.

But that's not for me to judge.

I'll serve you for the glory of Rome.

The glory of Rome can support many causes.

Like breaking the triumvirate, as Caesar did.

Or destroy the Republic, as he's trying to do now.

If you serve me faithfully, Randus, you won't regret it.

Like Croesus, I'm the richest man in Rome.

The most generous to my faithful allies...

and the most ruthless to my enemies.

Bring in the prisoner.

The eels are hungry.

They'll have plenty to eat now.

He's from the village of Oboz.

Roman weapons were found in his house.

He's surely an accomplice of the rebels.

It's all over for you.

But I'll pardon you if you tell me where your comrades are.

And your leader.

Talk.

Who's your leader? Where's he hiding?

Answer!

Talk, you wretch!

Talk!

The son of Spartacus is everywhere.

His sign will lead us to victory...

and you, to death.

Murderer!

Throw him to the eels!

To the eels!

He dared to defy me!

Murderer! Killer!

Zarok...

Take your best men and march on the village of Oboz.

Raze it to the ground.

Wipe out its inhabitants.

Don't leave even a single survivor!

His methods may be effective,

but they disgust me.

His back is against a wall,

and the rebels are digging his grave.

I wouldn't want to be in his place...no,

even with all his gold.

Randus, do you really believe the general will intervene?

Can you imagine?

Caesar on the heels of Crassus!

Halt!

Oboz is over there. Wipe them out while they're sleeping.

Don't forget, no survivors. Forward!

It's Baxus' signal they've arrived. Warn the others.

Yes.

It's from Gular. The time has come.

Wait till they're in the village before attacking.

A good mixture, Serap?

Perfect.

In the sulfur mines,

I learned this Egyptian recipe of sulfur and rosin.

Believe me, this will give the Lycians an ass-burning.

But our houses will be destroyed.

You'll soon be building more beautiful ones.

They're coming!

Forward, to the assault!

Set fires and kill in the name of Crassus!

Kill them all!

Set fire to the roofs!

Quick, it has to be a surprise!

The houses are empty. They've fled.

Bastards!

A spy in the palace must've warned them!

Destroy everything!

Leave no house standing! Take no pity!

Leave their village and hunt them down...

in the mountains.

Quick, leave the village.

Encircle them!

Attack!

Now it's between us.

You bastard!

Randus!

To perish by the sword of Spartacus will be your final honor.

What now?

Leave your homes and forget what's happened.

Take refuge in the oases, the caves,

the mountains of Lubar, the mines.

Take refuge in the City of the Sun.

This is the message of Spartacus relayed by his son.

Prepare yourselves for the day of revolt.

Guards!

Guards!

Guards!

Look.

He broke into my room.

The most secure place in the palace.

The palace houses traitors. Their leader is among us!

It could be you, Vetius!

Or you.

Or Randus.

Why yes, Randus!

Where is he? Why didn't he come running here?

I saw a sentry at his door. Perhaps he's sleeping.

It's impossible he didn't hear anything.

All of this began happening when he arrived at Zeugma.

Rebellions, sedition, treachery.

And that "S" showed up after he arrived.

Wake him up.

If he's sleeping.

Force the door!

By the gods! Why all the fuss?

Are the rebels in town?

No, they're in our midst.

War is declared.

Really?

Is it that bad?

I hope I won't be deprived of your sword.

You're a consul of Rome.

Give your orders, and they'll be carried out.

Go.

Leave us.

Let me be frank, Randus.

The comedy of friendship I've played with Caesar is over.

He's gotten rid of all his enemies.

However, his burning ambition isn't enough for him.

With me, it's a different story.

10 years ago, I lent Caesar 25 million sesterces...

and sent him to campaign in Spain.

My creditors hunted me like wild game.

This time, my sesterces will serve me...

to track after him...

and Pharnaces' army.

What do you think of that?

I don't involve myself in politics.

Then you needn't get indigestion over them.

Tomorrow, the whole world will see...

that Crassus still has the power to destroy his enemies.

Think about it.

You're either with me or against me.

You're too intelligent...

to be deceived by your camp.

If the hand that defiles the walls of this palace...

is guided by Caesar,

we'll know soon enough.

Crassus promised a memorable spectacle.

He wants to win the favor of his guest,

Manas, the brother of Pharnaces.

And he'll succeed.

Here he is.

O noble Manas, your presence in this palace honors us.

I hope you'll be satisfied with our hospitality.

Hello, Randus.

Crassus' party will be a success if you're joining in.

We've been deprived of your company lately.

Don't forget I've been hunting down rebels.

Remember, I'm a soldier.

If that's the case...

I should have a sword when I'm in your presence.

Nobody will hurt you.

We wouldn't attack a goddess who's worshipped.

Randus, please listen to me.

Crassus is preparing to kill more innocent people.

You're different from all the others,

you can save them.

Otherwise, they'll be killed...

in a horrible manner.

Save them, I beg you.

I can't do anything for them. They're rebels.

It appears their leader is the son of Spartacus.

It's up to him to save them.

While it's my job to stop him.

Here's how I kill my enemies in a bloodless fashion,

and how I honor my guests.

Thank you.

Do you know anymore than I do...

what this tent is?

Yet another one of Crassus' inventions.

I have a feeling this evening is going to be fun.

I doubt that any idea of Crassus can be fun.

That remains to be seen.

Look well, noble prince.

What you'll see is the fruit of my ingenuity.

If it's equal to the the sum you've offered to our alliance,

it should be extraordinary.

My brother is in the desert,

with an army so massive it can crush any enemy...

or settle broken promises.

Crassus keeps his promises.

That's good. A voice in the desert will announce the coming of Caesar.

Your peace is threatened by rebels...

led by the Thracian heir who defied Rome.

The son of Spartacus.

They're only a few desperate men.

Wait and see.

Uncover it.

They'll die slowly.

Life will leave their body.

Once the cage is filled with fumes,

justice will be done.

Close the doors, quick!

Up there!

Vetius!

Guards! To the assault!

Come on, get out!

Get out, quick!

Run!

Guards!

My death will cost you dearly.

My brother's vengeance will be a true bloodbath.

Vetius, block the entrance with the guards.

The hour of vengeance is at hand, Crassus.

The son of Spartacus will exact justice on...

his father's killer.

The lever, Lumonius!

No one gets the better of Crassus.

You're done for, slave.

Bravo, Lumonius. Vetius, take him and kill him.

I want his head at my feet!

Raise the bars.

Finish him off! I want his head!

Take it off.

Let's see his face.

Randus!

Wait!

He has some things to tell me before he dies.

Put him in a cell!

You're not going to spare him?

No, I want to make him regret the day he was born...

before he begs for death.

Take him away!

The news of this traitor's capture has gotten around the city.

Unrest is spreading among the population.

Armed groups are occupying the villages.

There aren't enough troops in the garrison

and the soldiers are getting frightened.

Demonstrate your power and kill this bandit without delay.

His death will show the rebels the strength of Crassus.

What are you waiting for, Crassus? Kill him...

or the slaves will eventually invade your palace.

You're a fool, Vetius.

If you hadn't become my right arm...

and my right hand man,

you'd have already tried to kill me.

By poisoning my wine, for example.

The danger is not from the rebels.

Rome always crushes them,

just as I crushed Spartacus.

Spartacus ended up on the cross.

Why not crucify his son?

You're getting old.

I forbid you to say that, Claudia.

Thank the Gods that allow you to sleep in this palace...

instead of a brothel in Rome.

Time is running out.

Caesar is rapidly advancing toward us.

Two legions should be enough to repel him.

I'm Caesar's only obstacle and he wants to eliminate me.

His tactics are infallible.

He's never failed.

Here Pharnaces, greedy for gold and glory, is posted...

with an army ten times greater than Caesar's...

and a hundred times greater than ours.

A bunch of barbarians led by a madman

who in his folly thinks he can vanquish the Eagle of Rome.

Poor fool!

Caesar could wipe them out in a single battle.

But that won't happen.

It is I who will lead this army subservient to my gold.

Pharnaces will be glorified for having vanquished Caesar...

and finally, Crassus will reign over Rome.

But gold is not enough to rally Pharnaces,

I must deliver to him his brother's murderer.

Randus' blood...

is the price to be paid to avenge the death of his brother.

His executioners will take care of the traitor.

I will go to see Pharnaces,

give him the gold and the traitor, advise him on strategy...

And wait.

After that, we'll return to Zeugma...

then to Alexandria,

and finally, to Rome.

Prepare an escort.

Load the gold and put the prisoner in a cage.

We'll leave the city discreetly.

In three days, we'll return with the army that defeated Caesar.

Wait.

This decurion...

Lumonius.

I think it's time to get rid of him.

Randus!

Randus, can you hear me?

I must be quick, or Crassus will catch me.

I didn't believe my eyes when I saw it was you.

I had no idea...

Forgive me, Randus.

I know what I have to do.

What?

Caesar is 50 miles from here.

I must warn him of Pharnaces' threat.

Tell Caesar that I tried to serve...

by serving those who who suffer under slavery.

Slavery...

gives rise to rebels desperate for freedom.

If Rome is for crucifixion,

I'm against Rome.

Tell Caesar that.

Caesar is a fair man.

He'll be lenient.

Go, Lumonius. Go.

Farewell, Randus. May the Gods come to my aid.

Where's the Roman?

Halt! Halt!

Farewell, Randus!

Where are you going?

To see Caesar.

Everything's ready, Crassus.

Come on, hurry.

Double the sentries to safeguard the gold and myself.

I'm tired, I need to rest.

Tomorrow we need to be...

in good shape for Pharnaces.

You will be obeyed, Crassus.

You're still alive...

but not for long.

You wanted to toy with us, and look where it got you.

In a cage, like an animal.

You could've become rich and powerful,

but instead you chose the cross, Randus,

rather than the toga of a tribune.

Lets go over there, too.

Please go, or something bad may happen to you.

Save yourself, Randus. You have to escape.

I brought your sword.

Cut here, quick.

Give me the sword.

Go ahead, my friends. Draw your bows.

Go on, attack!

Quick, circle the tent!

Your time has come.

Baxus, no!

- Me or you, master? - Me.

Now let's take care of Crassus.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

The Egyptians taught me something, Crassus.

Gold melts like butter,

but it's less digestible.

Randus, save me!

Save me! Don't let them kill me!

I'm a Roman consul!

Don't bother. You've condemned yourself.

The slaves and the oppressed have judged you.

Even as a Roman soldier,

I saw you as an enemy of Rome.

You thought you could buy an army to fight Caesar.

In exchange for my life, I promise you freedom!

And gold! You'll have gold in abundance!

Help yourself, it's gold!

Gold!

Gold? Gold?

All the gold in the world can't pay for...

their wounds, their life of suffering and misery.

They're yours.

No! No, Randus! Don't let them kill me!

Sa�da, I beg you! Save me!

Save me, I beseech you!

I've always treated you well.

Please save me!

Randus.

She's a woman.

Let her live.

You're free.

But you owe your life to a slave, remember that.

Take her to the dunes and let her go.

No!

No! No!

Claudia, don't leave me! They're going to kill me! No!

Take me away.

Hold him!

The richest man in Rome.

You're going to get even more.

You hoarded gold by spilling blood.

Now, drink your own gold.

Here's a little water and some dates.

Give me a dagger.

It'll be more useful.

What now, Randus?

Perhap a new life.

Or maybe death.

In avenging my father, I'd hoped to serve at least a little...

in the cause for justice.

Haven't you done that?

I don't know.

I'm a Roman citizen.

But now, everything's different.

These people have appointed me their leader. I can't abandon them.

We defeated Crassus.

But the struggle for freedom will be long.

I'm not afraid.

Wherever you are, I'll be by your side.

I'm prepared to follow you, Randus. Forever.

My freedom, my life,

is yours.

My love.

Randus!

Randus! The Roman cavalry is headed toward us.

Attack, Randus. If they're going to crush us...

at least we can die with dignity.

Give yourself over to Caesar, Randus. Let Caesar judge you.

Gular, I go to meet Caesar.

Stay here.

I ordered you to keep a close eye on Crassus.

But not that close.

I've done my duty. His plot was exposed.

The man who killed my father is dead.

Now it's my turn.

No man, free or slave...,

knows the hour of his death.

If you are the one everyone says is...

the son of Spartacus,

then Rome cannot let you live.

I ask for nothing.

And you have nothing.

It's not simply a question of your life and freedom,

it's the natural order of things.

I've given the province over to Verulus.

He's an honest man.

If the law is respected here, chains will fall.

But nature doesn't like to be thwarted.

You must die.

You're not a man, you're an example.

And as an example, Rome must crucify you like your father,

to demonstrate that you cannot...

rebel against the state.

You were a good soldier...

and a faithful friend.

Caesar salutes you.

What will happen to the others?

They'll live.

Randus!

Look!

It's the entire population of Zeugma, general.

News of the execution has spread.

One cross isn't enough, Caesar.

If you kill Spartacus' son, you'll have to kill us all.

If you execute the man who made us free,

prepare to crucify all of us immediately.

Just as it was 20 years ago, we all say to you:

"I am Spartacus!"

Caesar, listen to their voice.

Rome is the world, and you are Rome.

There isn't enough wood to make that many crosses.

We're in the desert.

Isn't that so, Verulus?

Yes, general.

You didn't appoint me governor to rule over dead people.

He's free!

Farewell, Randus. Good luck.

Farewell, my friend.

We've won for good. Come, Randus.

Here is the sword of your father.

Farewell, Verulus.

Remember that sometimes,

clemency is better for Rome than force.

Farewell, Caesar.

Forward!

There will always be a hand to grasp it...

in order to defend freedom and human dignity.

Now anyone who fights against oppression

can say:

"I am the son of Spartacus."

THE END

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