All language subtitles for Spartacus.1960.REMASTERED.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG.

In the last century,

before the birth
of the new faith
called Christianity,

which was destined
to overthrow the pagan
tyranny of Rome

and bring about
a new society,

the Roman Republic
stood at the very center
of the civilized world.

"Of all things fairest,"
sang the poet,

"first among cities
and home of the gods
is golden Rome."

Yet, even at the zenith
of her pride and power

the Republic
lay fatally stricken
with a disease

called human slavery.

The age of the dictator
was at hand

waiting in the shadows
for the event
to bring it forth.

In that same century,

in the conquered
Greek province of Thrace,

an illiterate slave woman
added to her master's wealth

by giving birth to a son
whom she named Spartacus.

A proud, rebellious son

who was sold to living death
in the mines of Libya

before his
thirteenth birthday.

There, under whip
and chain and sun,

he lived out his youth
and his young manhood,

dreaming the death
of slavery

2,000 years before
it finally would die.

Back to work!

Back to work!

Get up, Spartacus,
you Thracian dog!

Come on, get up!
Get up! Get...

Oh, my ankle!
My ankle!

My ankle!

Guard! Guard!

- Spartacus again, huh?
- Well, this time he dies.

Move along!
Back to work,
all of you!

Welcome,
Lentulus Batiatus.

Welcome, indeed,
my dear Captain.

Oh, 11 miles through
this disastrous heat

and the cost of
hiring an escort,
ruinous.

Even so, I warrant
you have nothing
fit to sell me,

have you, Captain?

I've wasted both
my time and my money.

Tell me the truth.

We have a few
you might be
interested in.

These? Carrion.

The buzzards are late.

This one's not bad.
He's a Gaul.

Oh, I don't like Gauls.
Hairy.

Can he come down
unassisted?

Come down, you.

Come down!

Be good enough to
show me the teeth.

Open your mouth.

Thank you.

Yes, as the teeth go,
so go the bones.

This mouth is
really impermissible.

The fellow's
made of chalk.

We have many others.

The sun's over there.

I have to pay
these people.

Who's that?

Oh, this one's
a Thracian.

I'm making
an example of him.

How?

Starve him to death.

Oh.

It's the only thing
that impresses slaves.

Oh, what a pity.

He reacts.
Good muscle tone.

Can I see his teeth?

Open your mouth,
Spartacus.

You smell like
a rhinoceros.

Captain, the teeth.
You asked him to
open his mouth.

He doesn't obey you?

His teeth are
the best thing
about him.

He hamstrung
a guard with them

not more than
an hour ago.

Marvelous.
I wish I'd been here.
I'll take him.

Let's look at
some of the others.

Come along.

In spite of
sickness and death,

we will profit
11,000 sesterces.

Including your commission,
of course.

Oh, no, sir.
Without my commission.

Marcellus,
there they are.

They're a
dirty-looking lot,

but it's the best
I could find.

No one else
could have made
so fine a choice.

Slaves,

you have arrived at
the gladiatorial school
of Lentulus Batiatus.

You'll be trained
by experts

to fight in pairs
to the death.

You won't fight
to the death here.

That will be after
you've been sold

and then for
ladies and gentlemen
of quality,

for those
who appreciate
a fine kill.

A gladiator's
like a stallion,
he must be pampered.

You'll be oiled,
bathed,

shaved, massaged,
taught to use your heads.

A good body
with a dull brain

is as cheap
as life itself.

You'll be given
your ceremonial caudas.

Marcellus, please.
There.

Be proud of them.

On special occasions,
those who please me

will even be given
the companionship
of a young lady.

Approximately
half our graduates

live for five, 10,
10 years.

Some even
attain freedom

and become
trainers
themselves.

Marcellus.

I congratulate you.

And may fortune
smile on most of you.

Marcellus,
watch the second
from the right.

He's a Thracian.

They were
going to kill him for
hamstringing a guard.

We'll break him
of that.

Don't overdo it.
He has quality.

Next.

Next.

I like you.

I want you to
be my friend.

I want to
be your friend.

All I ask is that
you get along with me.

What's your name,
slave?

Spartacus.

I feel
you don't like me.

Give him your sword.

Take it!

I have a feeling
you want to kill me.

This is
the only chance
you'll ever get.

Kill me.

Don't be afraid,
slave.

You have that sword.

I only have
this piece of wood.

Are you going
to disobey me?

Take his sword.

You're not as stupid
as I thought.

You might even
be intelligent.

That's dangerous
for slaves.

You just remember,

from now on
everything you do
I'll be watching.

You did the
right thing.

Every once in a while
Marcellus likes to
kill a man as an example.

I think he's picked you.
Better watch him.

How long have
you been here?

Six months.

I wish
he'd pick me.

I want one chance
at that pig before
they carry me out!

Quiet!
No talking down there.

Dionysius,
you'll get us in trouble
just like in the mines.

What's your name?

You don't want
to know my name.

I don't want to
know your name.

Just a friendly
question.

Gladiators
don't make friends.

If we're ever matched
in the arena together,

I'll have to
kill you.

Helena

with Galino.

Patricia,

Crixus.

Priscilla,

David.

Claudia,

Pharox.

Varinia,

Dionysius.

No, no. Spartacus.

Spartacus.

Felicia...

I've never
had a woman.

- You have one now, Spartacus.
- You must take her.

Go away.

What will she
think of you?

Indeed, what will
I think of you?

Go away.

Mmm. Come, come.
Be generous.

We must learn to
share our pleasures.

I'm not an animal!

You're not
trying to escape,
by any chance?

Direct your courage
to the girl, Spartacus.

I'm not an animal!

I'm not an animal.

Neither am I.

What's your name?

Varinia.

You'll have to
take her out of here,
Marcellus.

You may not
be an animal,
Spartacus,

but this sorry show
gives me little hope
that you'll ever be a man.

First rule,
you get an instant kill
on the red.

Here, here.

Always remember,
go for the red first.

If you don't,
your opponent will.

In the blue,
you get a cripple.

Here, here,

here and here.

Second rule,

go for the cripple
before the slow kill.

Here's a slow kill
on the yellow.

Here, here and here.

Remember,

a slow kill
may have enough
left in him

to kill you
before he dies.

With a cripple,
you know you've got him

if you keep
your distance
and wear him down.

The rest is all right
for a public spectacle
in Rome,

but here at Capua
we expect more
than simple butchery

and we get it.

Spartacus, why are you
looking at that girl?

Varinia!
Stand still.

Since all you can do
is look at girls,

all right, slave,
go ahead and look.

I said, look.

No. No, this one
goes to the Spaniard.

Have a good night's rest,
Spartacus.

In there.

Woman!

I've warned you
about this kind
of thing.

All right,
bring them in.

No talking!
Move along.

Did they hurt you?

No.

That's a kill.

One, two,

three, four, five.

One, two,

three, four...

We have visitors,
tremendous visitors.

Two simply enormous
Roman lords on the hill.

How easily impressed
you are, Ramon.

Just 'cause
they're Romans,

I suppose
they're enormous.

Tell them to
wait for me
when they arrive.

Master,
you don't understand...

How enormous do
these Roman lords get?

One of them is
Marcus Licinius Crassus.

What? Wait a minute.

Crassus here?
My red toga
with the acorns.

Chairs in the atrium.
Second-best wine.

No, the best,
but small goblets.

Gracchus. You know
how Crassus loathes him.

Take him away.

I can't lift it.

Use your imagination.
Cover him.

Tell Marcellus to
get the men ready.

Crassus has
expensive taste.
He'll want a show.

Forgive me, Gracchus.

Marcus
Licinius
Crassus.

Most noble
radiance,

first general
of the Republic,

father and
defender of Rome,
honor my house.

Bless it
with your presence.

Wine, sweetmeats!

Can't you see
that Their Honors
are exhausted?

Have the goodness
to sit.

Is anything wrong,
Your Nobility?

No.

Welcome to
the Lady Claudia Maria,

former wife of
Lucius Caius Marius

whose recent execution
touched us all deeply.

Honor to
the Lady Helena,

daughter of the late
Septimus Optimus Glabrus,

whose fame shall
live on forever

in the person
of his son,

your brother,

Marcus Publius Glabrus,

hero of
the Eastern War.

How very much
he knows.

Allow me to bring
you up-to-date.

We're here to
celebrate the marriage

of my brother to
the Lady Claudia.

A mating of eagles,
Your Sanctity.

Fan His Magnitude.
He sweats.

No, no.
No, no.

My young friends desire
a private showing
of two pairs.

Two pairs?

Oh, yes.
I have something that
would please them.

Two pairs
to the death.

To the death,
Your Ladyship?

Surely you don't think
we came all the way
to Capua

for gymnastics?

But I beg,
Your Honors,

we train the finest
gladiators in all Italy.

We can give you
a display of
swordsmanship

which is better than
you can see in Rome.

When they're sold,

their new masters
may do with them
as they wish.

But here, no,
we never fight them
to the death.

Crassus.

Today is an exception.

But the ill feeling,
it would spread through
the whole school.

Then the cost.
Oh, the cost.

Name your price.

25,000 sesterces.

Arrange it.

Are you serious, sir?

Arrange it
immediately.

Of course, we shall
want to choose them
ourselves.

You do have
a certain variety?

Inexhaustible.

Spartacus,
there's going to be
a fight to the death.

To the death?
How do you know?

I heard Marcellus
tell one of his guards.

Who fights?

I don't know.

To the death.

What if they
matched you and me?

They won't.

What if they did?

Would you fight?

I'd have to.
So would you.

Would you try
to kill me?

Yes, I'd kill.

I'd try to stay...

I'd try to stay alive,
and so would you.

All gladiators up
to the training area.

Some visitors
want to admire you.

Form a line
in front of me.

Would Your Excellencies
care to make
your selection now?

Claudia.

Oh, they're magnificent.

For you,
Lady Helena,

may I suggest Praxus?

A veritable tiger.

I don't like him.

I prefer that one.

Which one?
No, no.

David?

Oh, Crixus, yes.

Marcellus, Crixus
for the short sword.

Ah!

Have you ever seen
such a pair of shoulders?
Dionysius.

I admit he's small,
but he's very compact
and extremely strong.

In fact, he looks...

He looks smaller here
than he does in the arena.

Optical.

Give me that one.

Oh, Galino.
Yes, yes. Galino.

You have a shrewd eye,
Your Pulchritude,

if I may permit
myself the...

Galino.

Practically every
man in this school

is an expert with
a Thracian sword

but the trident
is something very
rare these days.

May I suggest
the Ethiopian?

There are very
few Ethiopians
in the country.

Ethiopians are
recognized as masters
of the trident.

I'll take him.

Draba? Oh, no.
For you I want
the best.

I do think
the Ethiopian...

I want the most
beautiful.

I'll take
the big black one.

Draba.

Only one man in
the entire school
stands a chance

with the Thracian knife
against the trident.

There.

Over there,
Lady Helena.

He's impertinent.

I'll take him.

And he's
a coward to boot.
Have him flogged.

Over there,
Lady Helena.

The beast of Libya.

I prefer the coward.

Spartacus.

If both men are down
and refuse to fight

your trainer will
slit their throats.

We want no tricks.

Tricks, madam?
At the school of Batiatus?

You heard
the instruction,
Marcellus?

Remember it.

I feel sorry
for the poor things
in this heat.

Don't put them in those
suffocating tunics.

Let them wear just
enough for modesty.

Whatever they wear, Lady,
they'll bless your name.

Back, the rest of you.

Our choosing
has bored you?

No, most exciting.
I tingle.

Do let's get out
of the sun.

May I conduct
Your Magnificences
to the gallery?

Ah-ha!

An eavesdropper.
Oh, the gods.

How far from Rome
must I go to avoid
that cunning face?

Don't talk
about Gracchus.
He's so hateful.

For Gracchus, hatred
of the patrician class
is a profession

and not such
a bad one, either.

How else can one become
master of the mob and
first senator of Rome?

Oh, Crassus,
it's so boring.

I believe that girl
smells of perfume.

Whatever it is,
she smells most delectable.

You can't keep
slaves from stealing
unless you chain them.

When a slave's
as pretty as she is,

she doesn't
have to steal.

An arrangement is made.

If her ankles
are good,

you can be sure
an arrangement
was made.

Oh, master!

A catastrophe.

I've been anointed.

Why, you trollop!
You did that
on purpose.

It was an accident.
Come here, girl.

Don't be frightened.

What country
are you from?

Britannia.

How long have
you been a slave?

Since I was 13.

You have
a certain education.

My first master
had me tutored
for his children.

I like her.
She has spirit.

I'll buy her.

Buy her,
Your Magnificence?

I have spent quite
a lot of money on her.

I've no doubt of it.
2,000 sesterces.

She'll be waiting
at your litter.

No, I don't want her feet
spoiled by walking.

Send her to Rome
with your steward

the next time
he has to go there.

He leaves tomorrow,
and the girl with him.

More wine,
and thank your gods.

You provoke me,
Crassus.

I shan't be nice
to you anymore.

Ah, why distress me
so much?

You're horribly rich,
yet you're the only one
of my brother's friends

who hasn't given
him a wedding present.

Ah!

I was saving it for
a more suitable moment.

Here.
Give it to him, child.

What is it?

As from this moment,

your husband
is commander of
the garrison of Rome.

Wonderful.

Ah!

I don't know
how I shall ever be
able to repay you.

Time will solve
that mystery.

The garrison of Rome.

Yes.

The only power in Rome
strong enough

to checkmate Gracchus
and his Senate.

You are clever.

Open up.

Through that door.

You will have to
watch him, Claudia.

Father almost
disinherited him
because of slave girls.

The marriage contract
absolutely forbids a harem.

What about
your litter bearers?

Every one of them
is under 20

and taller
than they should be.

She sets rather
a high standard for you.

Your pleasure,
Your Highness.

To you, my dear,

shall go
the honor of starting
this poetic drama.

Open up.

First pair!
Crixus and Galino!

Those who are
about to die
salute you.

Crixus.

Next pair!

Those who are
about to die
salute you.

Your Thracian's
doing well.

How were you able
to get my appointment

without Gracchus
knowing?

I fought fire
with oil.

I purchased
the Senate
behind his back.

I still think
the trident's
going to win.

Hmm?

Why doesn't he kill him?

Kill him.

What's the matter now?

Kill him!
Kill him!

Kill him,
you imbecile!

Kill him!
Kill him!

He'll hang there
till he rots.

Take a last look,
Spartacus.

She's going to Rome.
She's been sold.

She's been sold?

No talking
in the kitchen, slave.

There's trouble
in the mess hall.

They killed Marcellus
and maybe the other two.

Call out the guard.

Move, move.

On second thoughts,
I'll deliver
the girl personally.

Ride to Capua.

Call out the garrison.
I don't trust this lot.

I hold you
responsible.

Yes, sir.

Around Capua,
they ravaged
the countryside,

forcing other slaves
to join them.

Looting, robbing,
burning everything,

while they make
their camp

in the escarpments
of Vesuvius.

Each day swells
their numbers.

The situation
lies in the hands

of this august body.

Where's the
mighty Crassus?

Out of the city.

At least,
you're here.

No need to fear
for Rome

as long as
Glabrus
is with us.

Let me add,
over 100 estates
have been burned.

Among them,
gentlemen, my own.

Burned to the ground
and 3 million sesterces lost.

I propose
the immediate recall

of Pompey
and his legions
from Spain.

I could raise 500 men

and bring
the lot of them in.

Don't make
a fool of yourself.

Why call back
the legions

when the garrison of Rome
has nothing to do

but to defend us
from sausage makers?

Let's send Glabrus
against these scoundrels.

Give them a taste
of Roman steel.

I protest.
I most strongly protest.

There are
more slaves in Rome
than Romans.

With the garrison
absent,

what's to prevent them
from rising, too?

I did not say
the whole garrison.

Six cohorts will
more than do the job.

The rest can
stay in Rome

to save you from
your housemaids.

Will you accept
such a charge,
Glabrus?

I accept
the charge of
the Senate,

if the Senate
truly charges me.

The garrison of Rome
stands ready.

Slave hunting's
a dirty business.

It takes
a brave commander
to consent to it.

I propose we turn
the city out tomorrow

in tribute to Glabrus
as he marches through.

And for temporary
command of the garrison
during his absence,

I propose
Caius Julius Caesar.

You don't
look very happy
over the new job.

It's not
a serious disturbance.
Glabrus will be back.

Maybe.

At least it gives me
a chance to separate

Glabrus from Crassus
for a while.

You know,
this Republic of ours

is something
like a rich widow.

Most Romans love her
as their mother.

But Crassus dreams of
marrying the old girl,
to put it politely.

Hail Glabrus.

Hail Glabrus.

Hail Glabrus!

God be with you,
Glabrus.

And with you, too.

I hope he returns
to such applause.

Oh, one fat one,
Fimbria.

Keep the change.
Give it to your wife.

May the gods
adore you.

Only through
your prayers.

Let's make
an old-fashioned sacrifice
for Glabrus' success?

I thought you
had reservations
about the gods.

Privately,
I believe in none.
Neither do you.

Publicly,
I believe in them all.

Greetings,
Marcus Clodius Flavius!

Is Marcus Glabrus
in attendance?

He awaits you
in the atrium, sir.

Excellent.

What have we here?

A gift from
the Governor of Sicily.

"Antoninus.
Sicilian, age 26,

"singer of songs."

For whom did you practice
this wondrous talent?

For the children
of my master

whom I also
taught the classics.

Classics, indeed.

What position
have we, I wonder,

for a boy of
such varied gifts?

Hmm?

You shall be
my body servant.
Instruct him.

All of you,
come with me.

Are you
on guard duty?

My dear Crassus,
congratulate me.

Or better still,
let us congratulate
each other.

I congratulate us.

Tomorrow I lead
six cohorts
of the garrison

against the slaves
on Vesuvius.

The whole city
is turning out
to see us off.

Great merciful
bloodstained gods!

Your pardon.

I always address heaven
in moments of triumph.

Did Gracchus have
something to do with
this brilliant affair?

Yes, he proposed it.
Rather decently, too.

And you?

Do you think I
made you commander

to control
some rock patch
on Vesuvius?

It was to control
the streets of Rome!

I only take
six cohorts.

The rest of
the garrison remain.

Under whose command?

Under Caesar's.

Oh, excellent,
excellent.

Finding Gracchus
in control of the mob
and the Senate,

you felt impelled
to hand over the garrison
to him also.

I see.

I'll refuse,
withdraw from
the expedition.

One of the disadvantages
of being a patrician

is that occasionally
you're obliged
to act like one.

You've pledged to go,
and go you must.

If Gracchus
should decide
to move against you...

He won't!
Has no need to.

He has,
with your assistance,
immobilized me altogether.

Your legions are in camp
outside the city walls?

My legions?

Do you truly believe
I'd order my legions
to enter Rome?

You can,
if you have to.

Are you not aware of
Rome's most ancient law,

that no general
may enter the city

at the head of
his armed legions?

Sulla did.

Sulla?
To the infamy
of his name!

To the utter damnation
of his line!

No, my young friend.

One day I shall
cleanse this Rome

which my fathers
bequeathed me.

I shall restore
all the traditions
that made her great.

It follows that
I cannot come to power
or defend myself

by an act which betrays
the most sacred tradition
of all.

I shall not
bring my legions
within these walls.

I shall not
violate Rome

at the moment of
possessing her.

Go.

Prepare your troops
at once.

March out of Rome
tonight,

but the tribute
is impossible.

We've already been
made to look a fool.

Let's not add
the trappings
of a clown.

Leave by
unfrequented streets

without fanfare,
without even a drum.

Sneak out.

As you wish.

And for heaven's sake,
my young friend,

see to it that
you don't have to
sneak back again.

Farewell.

Come on, fat boy!

Spartacus, come on!

Come on!

Noble Romans.

Fighting each other
like animals.

Your new masters,
betting to see
who'll die first.

Drop your swords.

No! No!
No! No!

I want to see
their blood here
where Draba died!

When I fight matched pairs,
they fight to the death.

I made myself
a promise, Crixus.

I swore that
if I ever got out
of this place,

I'd die before
I'd watch two men
fight to the death again.

Draba made
that promise, too.

He kept it.

So will I.

Go on. Get out!

What are we,
Crixus?

What are we becoming?
Romans?

Have we learned nothing?
What's happening to us?

We look for wine
when we should
be hunting bread.

When you've got wine,
you don't need bread!

We can't just be
a gang of
drunken raiders.

What else can we be?

Gladiators.

An army of gladiators.

There's never been
an army like that.

One gladiator's worth
any two Roman soldiers.

We beat the
Roman guards here,

but a Roman army's
different.

They fight different.

We can beat anything
they send against us
if we want to.

It takes
a big army.

We'll have
a big army.

Once we're
on the march,

we'll free every slave
in every town
and village.

Can anybody get
a bigger army?

Once we cross the Alps,
we're safe.

Nobody can
cross the Alps.

Every pass
is defended by
its own legion.

There's only one way
to get out
of this country.

The sea.

What good is the sea
if you have no ships?

The Cilician pirates
have ships.

They're at war
with Rome.

Every Roman galley that
sails out of Brundusium
pays tribute.

They've got the biggest
fleet in the world.

I was a galley slave
with them.

Give them enough gold,
they'll take you anywhere.

We haven't
got enough gold.

Take every Roman
we capture

and warm
his back a little.

We'll have gold all right.

Spartacus is right!

Let's hire
these pirates

and march straight
to Brundusium!

Come join us.
All of you, come join us.

Come on
and join us!

Come on!

Hey!

Back to Vesuvius!

Varinia.

I thought I'd
never see you again.

Everything's so different.

The last time
I saw you, you...

You were waiting
in the arena to...

I... I thought
you were in Rome.

Oh...

How'd you escape?

I...

I jumped out of the cart
and Batiatus was so fat...

I flew
out of the cart

and Batiatus
was so fat

that he couldn't
catch me.

He couldn't
catch up with me.

Do you realize

nobody can ever
sell you again?

Nobody can sell you.

Or give you away.

Or give you away.

Nobody can ever
make you stay
with anyone.

Nobody can make you
stay with anybody.

Oh, I love you,
Spartacus.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

I still can't
believe it.

Forbid me ever
to leave you.

I do forbid you.

I forbid you.

I forbid you.

I forbid you.

It was funny
at the time.

How good
you are to me,
if I may say so.

You may.
Thank you.

Don't just
eye those birds.
Eat them.

There's no need
to be on your
best behavior here.

May I remind you
you've been good
to me in the past.

I've been
good to you?

Oh, yes.

You've sold me slaves
at an extremely
reasonable price.

And you arranged
gladiatorial jousts
at cost, practically.

You are both
ethical in business

and certainly
farsighted socially.

Zenobia's put on weight
since I last saw her.

Hasn't she?
I like it.

So do I.

You and I have a tendency
towards corpulence.

Corpulence makes
a man reasonable,
pleasant and phlegmatic.

Have you noticed
the nastiest of tyrants
are invariably thin?

In spite of
your vices,

you are the most
generous Roman
of our time.

Vices?

Ladies.

Ladies? Since when
are they a vice?

Perhaps I used
the wrong word.

An eccentricity,
a foible.

I hope I pronounced
that word...

It's well-known
that even your groom
and butler are women.

I'm the most
virtuous man in Rome.

I keep these women
out of my respect
for Roman morality.

That morality
which has made Rome
strong enough

to steal
two-thirds of the world
from its rightful owners,

founded on the sanctity
of Roman marriage and family.

I happen to like women.
I have a promiscuous nature

and unlike
these aristocrats,

I will not take
a marriage vow

which my nature
will prevent me
from keeping.

You have
too great a respect

for the purity
of womankind.

Exactly.

It must be tantalizing
to be surrounded
by so much purity.

It is.

Let's mix
business with pleasure.
How may I help you?

Great Gracchus,
I find it difficult to hate,

but there's one man
I can't think of
without fuming.

Who's that?
Crassus.

You've grown
very ambitious
in your hatred.

Do you blame me?
There I was,

better than
a millionaire
in the morning

and a penniless
refugee by nightfall

with nothing but
rags and my flesh.

All because
Crassus decides to break
his journey at Capua

with a couple of
capricious,
over-painted nymphs.

These two daughters
of Venus

had to taunt
the gladiators,

force them to
fight to the death,

and before I knew
what had happened,
revolution on my hands.

What revenge
have you in mind?

I sold Crassus
this woman Varinia.

Whom?

Varinia.
May the gods
give her wings.

There was no contract,

but she was
clearly his slave

as soon as
the deal was made.

Now she's off
with Spartacus

killing people
in their beds.

And Crassus,

no mention of money.

You never offered me
this woman. Why not?

Well, she's not
remotely your type,
Gracchus.

She is very thin
and...

Look around you.

You'll see
women of all sizes.

Well, yes.

500 sesterces deposit
on Varinia.

Since he hasn't paid,

this gives me first call
over Crassus
when she's caught.

May the gods adore you.

Why do you buy a woman
you've never seen?

To annoy Crassus,
of course,
and help you.

Fetch a stool,
Antoninus.

In here with it.

That will do.

Do you steal,
Antoninus?

No, master.

Do you lie?

Not if I
can avoid it.

Have you ever
dishonored the gods?

No, master.

Do you refrain
from these vices

out of respect for
the moral virtues?

Yes, master.

Do you eat oysters?

When I have
them, master.

Do you eat snails?

No, master.

Do you consider
the eating of oysters
to be moral

and the eating
of snails
to be immoral?

No, master.

Of course not.

It is all a matter
of taste, isn't it?

Yes, master.

And taste is
not the same
as appetite

and therefore
not a question
of morals, is it?

Mmm.

It could be
argued so, master.

That will do.
My robe, Antoninus.

My taste includes

both snails
and oysters.

Antoninus, look.

Across the river.

There is something
you must see.

There, boy, is Rome.

The might,
the majesty,

the terror of Rome.

There is the power

that bestrides
the known world
like a colossus.

No man can
withstand Rome.

No nation can
withstand her.

How much less

a boy?

Hmm?

There's only one way
to deal with Rome,
Antoninus.

You must serve her.

You must abase
yourself before her.

You must grovel
at her feet.

You must love her.

Isn't that so,
Antoninus?

Antoninus!

Antoninus?

Take your time!

How are they coming?
Good.

Give me another
thousand like them

and we can
march on Rome.

Come on,
once again.

Here, on Vesuvius,
we're safe from attack

while we
organize ourselves
into an army.

It may take
six months, a year.

Once we're strong,
we're gonna fight our
way south to the sea.

We're going to
arrange for ships with
the Cilician pirates.

The sea will be
our road home.

If you agree,
you may join us.

If you don't agree,
go back before your
escape is discovered.

Too many women.

What's wrong
with women?

Where would you
be now, you lout,

if some woman
hadn't fought
all the pains of hell

to get you into
this accursed world?

I can handle
a knife in the dark
as well as anyone.

I can cast spells
and brew poisons.

I have made
the death shrouds for
seven Roman masters.

I want to
see Spartacus.

All right, grandmother.
I'm Spartacus.

Stay with us.

We'll need
a million Roman shrouds
before we're through.

Where do you come from?

Most of us come from
the estate of Lillius.

What kind of work
did you do there?

Sixteen years
a carpenter, a mason.

Good. We can
use carpenters.

What kind of work
did you do?

Chief steward.

You'll help with
the food supplies.
Report to Patullus.

What kind of work
did you do?

Singer of songs.

Singer of songs?

But what work
did you do?

That's my work.
I also juggle.

Juggle.
What else do you do?

I can do
feats of magic.

Magic?

Maybe he can make
the Romans disappear.

I'll need one volunteer,
man or woman.

How about you?
You, sir?

Here we have
a likely subject.

You'll notice
there is nothing
in my hand, true?

How many fingers
do you see?

Three.

How many fingers
do you see?

Three.

I make a bowl.

My hand is upside down
and I ask you
to blow at it.

Not hard enough.
Hard!

Thank you.

Would you like to try?

Hit it against
the rock, gently.

Poet,
I haven't had
an egg in days.

You haven't?

Here.
Thank you.

I'm not going to
let mine get away.

Sing us a song.

Sing us a song,
Antoninus.

Sing, Antoninus.

When the
blazing sun hangs low
in the western sky,

when the wind
dies away
on the mountain,

when the song
of the meadowlark
turns still,

when the field locust
clicks no more
in the field,

and the sea foam sleeps
like a maiden at rest,

and twilight
touches the shape
of the wondering earth,

I turn home.

Through blue shadows
and purple woods,

I turn home.

I turn to the place
that I was born,

to the mother who bore me
and the father who taught me,

long ago, long ago,
long ago.

Alone am I now,
lost and alone

in a far, wide,
wondering world.

Yet still when
the blazing sun hangs low,

when the wind dies away
and the sea foam sleeps,

and twilight touches
the wondering earth,

I turn home.

Where'd you learn
that song?

My father
taught it to me.

I was wrong
about you, poet.

You won't learn to kill.
You'll teach us songs.

I came here to fight.

Anyone can learn
to fight.

I joined to fight.

What's your name?

Antoninus.

Antoninus.

There's a time
for fighting
and a time for singing.

Now you teach us
to sing.

Sing, Antoninus.

When the
blazing sun hangs low
in the western sky...

You like him,
don't you?

Who wants to fight?

An animal
can learn to fight.

But to sing
beautiful things

and make people
believe them...

What are you
thinking about?

I'm free.

And what do I know?

I don't even know
how to read.

You know things
that can't be taught.

I know nothing.

Nothing.

And I want to know.
I want to...

I want to know.

Know what?

Everything.

Why a star falls
and a bird doesn't.

Where the sun
goes at night.

Why the moon
changes shape.

I want to know
where the wind
comes from.

The wind
begins in a cave.

Far to the north,
a young god
sleeps in that cave.

He dreams of a girl
and he sighs,

and the night wind
stirs with his breath.

I want to know
all about you.

Every line,
every curve.

I want to know
every part of you.

Every beat
of your heart.

Go on about the city
of Metapontum.

What garrisons
will we find there?

There are two legions
in the garrison.

Some have been
sent south...

Set the litter
down there.

Well, where is
this slave general?

Dionysius,
get the litter bearers
out of the rain.

Give them food,
a bed and
their freedom.

All right, follow me.

We'll pay you
for them.

We have no slaves
in this camp.

Tigranes Levantus
at your service.

My credentials.

Come in.

"To the General
of the Italian slaves
called Spartacus

"from Ibar M'hali,
Cilician Governor
of Delos."

Sit down.
"Greetings.

"Word has been received

"that you wish
to embark your armies
on the Cilician ships

"from the
Italian port
of Brundusium.

"Receive my agent,
Tigranes..."

Levantus.

"...who bargains
in my name.

"May Isis and Serapis
bring victory
to your cause.

"The Governor
of Delos."

Who are Isis
and Serapis?

Gods of the East.

Why should they
want us to win?

Because they
favor Cilicia,

and Cilicia, like you,
fights against the Romans.

Would you like
some wine?

I drink only after the
bargain has been concluded,
never before.

How many ships do
these Cilicians have?

Five hundred, at least.

But no deal is too small,
I assure you.

We'll need them all.

All?

What is the price?

Price is 100,000
sesterces per ship.

For 500 ships,
that would be

50 million sesterces.

You have such a sum?

We will have.

See for yourself.

Beautiful.

When will the ships
be ready?

Beautiful.

I love to see
such beauty.

When will the ships
be ready?

Ah, my friend,
when will you
be ready?

How long
will it take you

to cross one-third
the length of Italy

fighting a major battle
in every town?

One year?
Two years?

If we're not in Brundusium
seven months from now,
we'll never be there.

What if
we assemble the ships,

and there is
no longer a slave army
to board them?

We'll give you
a chest of treasure now,

the rest when we
get to Brundusium.

- This one?
- Yes.

Done!

Seven months from now
the ships will be assembled.

Arrange to have
the chest loaded.

And now,
with your permission,

I should like
to have the wine
you offered me.

Will you join me?

I will.

Excellent workmanship.

It came from the estate
of a wealthy nobleman.

I've heard that you are
of noble birth yourself.

I'm the son and
grandson of slaves.

I knew that,
when I saw you
couldn't read.

Of course,
it pleases Roman vanity

to think that you are noble.

They shrink from the idea
of fighting mere slaves,

especially a man
like Crassus.

You know him?

I entertained him
one afternoon.

You?

In the arena.

Excellent wine.

May I...

May I ask you something?

You can ask.

Surely you know
you're going to lose,
don't you?

You have no chance.

At this very moment,
six cohorts of
the garrison of Rome

are approaching
this position.

What are you
going to do?

We'll decide that
when they get here.

Let me put it
differently.

If you looked
into a magic crystal

and you saw
your army destroyed
and yourself dead,

if you saw that
in the future,

as I'm sure
you're seeing it now,

would you continue
to fight?

Yes.

Knowing that
you must lose?

Knowing we can't.

All men lose
when they die.

And all men die,

but a slave
and a free man
lose different things.

They both lose life.

When a free man dies,
he loses the pleasure
of life.

A slave loses his pain.

Death is the only
freedom a slave knows.

That's why
he's not afraid of it.

That's why
we'll win.

Spartacus,
that pirate was right.

The garrison of Rome,
they're setting up camp.

How many are there?

About six cohorts.

Where?

At the mouth
of the valley,
against the cliffs.

Strong camp?

They've built
no stockade.

No stockade?

Are you sure?

I'm very sure.

This campaign is
great sport for them.

The Romans are
having a picnic.

Did they see you?

No.
We were hidden.

Maybe we ought to
join this Roman picnic.

Form your men.

Six cohorts.

A lot of arms and weapons
to build our army with.

Crixus always
wanted to march on Rome.

Now he doesn't have to.

Rome's come to us.

Half this way!
The rest over there.

Stand up, the way
a noble Roman should!

That's Roman pride
for you!

That's better.

What's your name?

Marcus Glabrus.

Glabrus.

Commander of
the garrison of Rome.

Commander?

He was commanding it
on his belly
when we found him,

playing dead!

You disappoint me,
Marcus Glabrus.

Playing dead.

You afraid to die?

It's easy to die.

Haven't you seen
enough gladiators
in the arena

to see how
easy it is to die?

Of course you have.

What are you...

What are you
going to do to me?

I don't know.

What should
we do with him?

Let's have
a matched pair,
him and me.

I'll not fight
like a gladiator!

You keep
staring at this.

Do you recognize
this baton?

Yes!
You should!

It was in your tent.

The symbol
of the Senate.

All the power of Rome!

That's the power
of Rome!

Take that back
to your Senate.

Tell them you and
that broken stick

is all that's left
of the garrison
of Rome!

Tell them we want
nothing from Rome.

Nothing,
except our freedom!

All we want
is to get out of
this damn country!

We're marching
south to the sea.

And we'll
smash every army
they send against us.

Put him on a horse!

Their leader said
their hatred of Rome
was such

that all they wished
was to escape
from her rule.

If unopposed,
he promised
a peaceful march to the sea.

If opposed,
he threatens to ravage
the countryside

and destroy
every legion
sent against him.

And once
they get
to the sea?

They plan to take ship
with Cilician pirates
and return to their homes.

From which port
do they propose
to embark?

I don't know.

But city garrisons
can't stand up to them.

If they are
to be intercepted,

it's work
for the legions!

What sort of a man
is this leader
of the slaves?

I don't know.

I think
they called him
Spartacus.

Spartacus.

Is that name
familiar to you?

Yes, it does
seem to be.

I can't place it.

After he talked to you,
what happened?

I was tied to a horse
and lashed out of camp.

How many of
your company
escaped?

Fourteen have
reported thus far.

I, myself,
was taken prisoner
in my own command tent.

The camp
was thoroughly
infiltrated

before an alarm
could be sounded.

Did you surround
your camp with moat
and stockade?

No.

We arrived
after sunset.

Sentries were posted
every 10 paces.

There was no reason
to expect an attack
by night.

Then again,
well, they...

Continue.

They were
only slaves.

I see.

I submit that
Publius Marcus Glabrus

has disgraced
the arms of Rome.

Let the punishment
of the Senate
be pronounced.

If we punished
every commander
who made a fool of himself,

we wouldn't have
anyone left above
the rank of centurion.

But this is
a case of criminal
carelessness!

Six cohorts have
been slaughtered.

Crassus sponsored
this young man.

Let him
pronounce sentence.

The punishment
is well-known!

Let Publius Marcus Glabrus
be denied fire, water,
food and shelter

for a distance of 400 miles
in all directions
from the city of Rome.

One thing more.

Glabrus is my friend
and I will not
dissociate myself

from his disgrace.

I now lay down
the command
of my legions

and retire
to private life.

Goodbye, Crassus.

This is no time
for a man of honor

to withdraw
from public affairs!

Shame, shame!

Sit down.

This sort of
heroic public behavior
is nothing new.

I've seen it before,
and I know
the meaning of it.

Crassus acted on
a point of honor!

Patrician honor!

No matter
how noble this looks
from the outside,

I don't like
the color of it.

Crassus
is the only man
in Rome

who hasn't yielded
to republican corruption
and never will!

I'll take a little
republican corruption

along with a little
republican freedom

but I won't take
the dictatorship
of Crassus

and no freedom at all!

That's what
he's out for

and that's why
he'll be back.

To the mother
that bore me,

to the father
that taught me,

to the god...

To the blue woods and
the purple shadows, I...

To blue shadows
and purple woods.

Spartacus,
you frightened me!

I'm sorry.

How long have
you been there?

A little while.

Why didn't you
say something?

You seemed so happy.
I didn't want
to bother you.

I am happy.

Spartacus, I've been trying
to remember the song
that Antoninus sang.

Is it blue shadows
and purple woods,

or is it purple woods
and blue shadows?

I want to make
love to my wife!

Spartacus,
put me down.
I'm dripping!

I don't care.

You've got,
you've...

Yes?

You have to be
gentle with me.

Why?
Why, darling?

I'm going
to have a baby.
Now put me down.

What?

A baby.

A baby? When?

In the spring.

Well, how?
I mean, how do
you know?

I know.

A baby in the spring.

I'm gonna have a son.

It might be a daughter.

Why didn't you tell me?

I just did.

You're cold. Here,
get underneath this.

Did I hurt you?
No, you didn't.

I didn't mean
to be so rough.

Why don't you kiss me?

This is the first time
I was ever going
to have a baby.

Varinia.

A baby.

I'm just the same
as I ever was, Spartacus.

I won't break.

These slaves
have already cost us
a thousand million sesterces.

If now they want
to relieve us of their
unwelcome presence,

let them go!

Impossible.

They've infected
half of Italy
with this uprising.

If we permit
them to escape,

this will spread
throughout
the entire empire.

The Republic

is still weak
from 20 years
of civil strife.

We're engaged
in two wars,

one in Spain and
the other in Asia.

Pirates have cut off
our Egyptian grain supply,

and Spartacus
raids the commerce
of all south Italy.

Half the precincts of Rome
are without bread!

The city is
close to panic.

There are two things
we must do immediately!

Confirm Caesar
as permanent commander
of the garrison

and...

And assign two legions

to intercept and
destroy Spartacus
at the city of Metapontum!

If we could only
have had Batiatus
in the other pot!

Now you're talking!

Ah, Varinia,
wonderful meal.

Varinia.

A small piece
of land with a few
goats on it.

Oh, no, no.

I don't care.

The best wine
in the world.

For wine,
you've got to go
to Aquitania.

Come to Lidya
for wine.
That's the best.

The best wine
comes from Greece.

Everybody
knows that,
even the Romans!

No, Lidya!

You're all wrong!

The best wine
comes from home,
wherever it is.

I agree with you.

Gentlemen.

Any reports
on Metapontum?

Heralds
are crying
the news now.

We lost 19,000 men,
including Commodius
and his officers.

Nineteen thousand?

Have you estates
in Metapontum?

No.

A son with Commodius.

With your permission,
good day.

We take five years
to train a legion.

How can this Spartacus
train an army
in seven months?

There's something wrong,
something very wrong.

We should have
an investigation.

By all means,
an investigation.

Where is
Spartacus now?

He's nearing
the seaport
of Brundusium.

I need a few moments
of the Commander's time.

Will you excuse us?

I hear
you've taken a house
in the fourth ward.

Not a very
splendid house.

And you feasted
11,000 plebeians
in the Field of Mars.

It scarcely could've
been called a feast.

For 200 years,
your family and mine
have been members

of the Equestrian Order
and the Patrician Party,

servants and
rulers of Rome.

Why have you
left us for Gracchus
and the mob?

I've left no one,
least of all Rome.

But this much
I've learned
from Gracchus,

Rome is the mob.

No!

Rome is an eternal thought
in the mind of God.

I had no idea
you'd grown religious.

That doesn't matter.

If there
were no gods at all,
I'd revere them.

If there were no Rome,
I'd dream of her

as I want you to do.

I want you
to come back
to your own kind.

I beg you to.

Is it me you want,
or is it the garrison?

Both.

Tell me frankly.

If you were I,
would you take the field
against Spartacus?

Of course.
Why?

We have no other choice
if we're to save Rome.

Ah, Caesar!

Which Rome?

Theirs

or ours?

You know
Gracchus is my friend.

I won't betray him.

Caesar?

Which is worse?

To betray a friend
or betray Rome herself?

My dear Crassus,
I face
no such choice.

You will,
sooner than you think.

- Good afternoon, Crassus.
- I've been looking for you.

Your new master.

The Senate's been
in session all day

over this business
with Spartacus.

We've got eight legions
and no one to lead them.

The minute you offer
the general's command,

they start wheezing
like winded mules.

I've seen such
epidemics before,
haven't you?

How's your health?

Excellent,
as you very well know.

I take it the Senate's
now offering
the command to me.

You've been
expecting it.

I have.

Have you thought
how costly
my services might be?

We buy everything
else these days.

No reason why
we shouldn't be
charged for patriotism.

What's your fee?

My election as First Consul,
command of all
the legions of Italy,

and the abolition
of senatorial authority
over the courts.

Dictatorship.

Order.

Let me know
if my terms
are acceptable.

I can tell you now.
They're unacceptable.

Yes, yes, I know.

For the present, perhaps,
but times change
and so does the Senate.

When that day comes,
I shall be ready.

Convey my respects
to your wife.

With pleasure.

He's right,
you know.

If something isn't
done about Spartacus,
the Senate will change.

And Crassus
will save Rome

from the slave army
by assuming dictatorship.

But that depends
on which way
Spartacus jumps.

Just now he's trying
to get out of Italy.

If he succeeds,
the crisis is over

and Crassus may
stay in retirement
indefinitely.

I've arranged
for Spartacus
to escape from Italy.

What?

I've made a little deal
with the Cilician pirates.

I've assured them
that we won't interfere

if they transport
Spartacus and his slaves
out of Italy.

So now we
deal with pirates.

We bargain with criminals.

Don't be
so stiff-necked.

Politics is
a practical profession.

If a criminal
has what you want,

you do business
with him.

How far are we
from Brundusium?

About 20 miles.

Our army will
camp here tonight.

They're six hours
behind us.

Patullus, ride ahead
to Brundusium.
Bring Tigranes here.

Marco, report
back to Spartacus.

Tell him we camp
tonight by the sea!

If all goes well,

we can load
150 ships a day.

That's your job,
Dionysius.

Work with
the Cilician pirates.

That ought
to keep him busy.

Saves me finding
someplace to sleep.

Crixus, keep giving
me reports on Pompey.

There won't be
any surprises.

I still want patrols
up to the time we call
them to board ship.

I'll get
them together.

Spartacus,

the harbor district
in Brundusium
has food warehouses,

but not enough
to provide for
the whole fleet.

The countryside's
filled with cattle.

We've salt
to preserve them.

I'll handle it.

Oh, find out
how many men
we have in camp

who were galley slaves
or sailors.

Tigranes Levantus.

Ah!

My dear General.

Welcome, Tigranes.

No, no. You needn't
look for litter bearers
to emancipate.

I rode a horse.

Your gods,
Isis and Serapis
must've been good to us.

The balance of the
50 million sesterces
we owe you.

General, I...

I bear a heavy burden
of evil tidings.

What is it?

Pompey and his army
has landed in Italy.

At the port of Rhegium
three days ago.

We get
complete reports
on their movements.

But do you also know

that a Roman fleet
carrying Lucullus
and his army

arrives tomorrow
at Brundusium?

Lucullus, here?

You have no ships.

I saw them in the harbor.

The Cilician fleet,
out of strategic necessity,

has been obliged
to withdraw.

Withdraw?

There are no
ships at all?

Cilician pirates can
destroy any Roman fleet
that ever sailed.

If they run away now,
it's not because
they're afraid!

You better give me
a better reason.

I'm as desolated
as you are, General.

Stand up. Up!

On your toes.

You'll cut the skin.

Why did the Cilicians
run away?

They were paid.

And who paid them?
Who?

Crassus.

Crassus.

Crassus won't
fight us himself.

The reports say
he won't take
the command of an army.

Why would he bribe
your pirates to keep us
from escaping?

I don't know.

How can I answer,
when there is no answer?

I've been betrayed
just as you have.

There is an answer.

There must
be an answer
to everything.

Five miles
from Brundusium.

Here's Rhegium.

Pompey's march
must've brought
him to about here.

He's four days away,
maybe more.

Lucullus lands at
Brundusium tomorrow.

If we engage Lucullus,

Pompey will have
time to march
against our rear.

If we turn west
to meet Pompey,

Lucullus
will march
against our rear.

The only other army
in all of Italy is here.

Rome.

Yes, of course!

Crassus is inviting
us to march on Rome,

so he can
take the field
against us.

Crassus wants us
to march on Rome?

He's forcing us to.

He knows
I won't let myself
be trapped

between two armies
with my back to the sea.

He knows my only
other choice is Rome.

Somewhere on the way,
we meet.

If he beats us,
he becomes
the savior of Rome,

and there's
his final victory
over the Senate.

General,
allow me to redeem
myself in your eyes.

For a small commission,

I can arrange
for you, your family
and your leaders, of course,

to be smuggled
out of Italy

and transported
to one of the
eastern countries

where men like you
are welcome
and appreciated.

You can live
like kings for
the rest of your lives.

What do you think, General?

Go away.

Go away?

Go away.

Tell the trumpeters
to sound assembly.

Tonight, a Roman army
lands in the harbor
of Brundusium.

Another army
is approaching us
from the west.

Between them,
they hope to trap us here,
against the sea.

The Cilician pirates
have betrayed us.
We have no ships.

"By order
of the Senate,

"be it known
that we have
this day elected

"Marcus Licinius Crassus

"First Consul
of the Republic

"and Commander-in-Chief
of the armies of Rome."

Hail Crassus!

Rome will not allow us
to escape from Italy.

We have no choice
but to march
against Rome herself

and end this war
the only way
it could have ended.

By freeing every
slave in Italy.

I promise you
a new Rome,

a new Italy
and a new empire.

I promise the destruction
of the slave army

and the restoration
of order throughout
all our territories.

I'd rather be here,
a free man
among brothers,

facing a long march
and a hard fight,

than to be
the richest citizen
of Rome,

fat with food
he didn't work for,

and surrounded by slaves.

I promise
the living body
of Spartacus

for whatever
punishment
you may deem fit.

That, or his head.

This I vow by the spirits
of all my forefathers.

This I have sworn

in the temple that
guards their bones.

Hail Crassus!

We've traveled
a long ways together.

We've fought many battles
and won great victories.

Now instead of
taking ship for
our homes across the sea,

we must fight again.

Maybe there's
no peace
in this world,

for us or
for anyone else.

I don't know.

But I do know that
as long as we live,

we must stay true
to ourselves.

I do know that
we're brothers.

And I know
that we're free.

We march tonight!

Hail Crassus!
Hail Crassus!

Greetings to you, Crassus.

Caius. Gentlemen.

Have your dispositions
been made?

Each maniple knows
its position, sir,
and exactly what's expected.

Every legion commander
has been given
his battle orders.

Excellent.
All positions
will now be changed.

Changed?

Spartacus takes
too keen an interest
in our plans, I fear.

New battle orders
will be issued
in a short while.

Spartacus has every
reason to believe
that he has outdistanced

the pursuing armies
of Pompey and Lucullus.

However,
there are passes

through the
Apennine Mountains
unknown to any map.

It may fortify
your courage to know

that Pompey
is encamped some
20 miles to the west

and that the army
of Lucullus approaches
from the south

by forced night march.

Sir, allow us to pledge you
the most glorious
victory of your career.

Aye!
Aye!

I'm not after glory!

I'm after Spartacus.

And, gentlemen,
I mean to have him.

However, this campaign
is not alone
to kill Spartacus.

It is to kill
the legend
of Spartacus.

You may go,
gentlemen.

Hail Crassus.
Hail Crassus.

Lentulus Batiatus
awaits Your Excellency.

Who?

The lanista, sir.

Ah! Admit him.

Most Blessed Highness,

as soon as I received
your message

I hurried into your
distinguished presence.

I'm glad you were
able to spare the time.
Sit down.

Oh, how gracious.

I understand...
I'm informed

that Spartacus
once trained
under your auspices.

Yes!

In fact, if it
isn't too subversive
to say so,

I made him
what he is today.

You're to be
congratulated.

You're so admirably
qualified

to give me what
up to now I've not
been able to obtain,

a physical
description
of Spartacus.

Oh, yes.

But you saw him.

What?
In the ring.

When?

When you visited my school
with those two
charming ladies.

What?

I trust they're
both in good health.

They selected him
to fight against Draba,
the negro.

I remember the negro.

You had good cause to.
If I... If I may say so,

a brilliant
dagger thrust,
difficult angle.

Spartacus was
the opponent?

Yes.

What did
he look like?

That's a matter
of some importance
to Your Highness?

Yes, to every man
who loves Rome and
wishes to see her strong.

We're both Roman patriots.
You're a great one.
I, of course, smaller.

We both believe
in Roman fair play.

You want something
from me.

I would be
lacking in respect
for my conscience,

if I did not say
that I wish something
from you.

Name your price.

If... No.

When you win
your victory tomorrow,

presumably the survivors
will be auctioned off

in order to pay
for the expenses
of this heroic expedition.

Could not the agent
for that sale

be he who shares
this tiny moment
of history with Your Honor?

I authorize you
to be the agent

for the sale of
all survivors.

In return,
you will remain here

until after the battle
and aid me in
identifying Spartacus.

After the battle?

You misunderstand me.
I'm a civilian.

I'm even more
of a civilian
than most civilians.

If you wish
to remain so,

I strongly advise
you to stay here
and be our guest. Guard!

Hmm?

My dear, all-conquering
Marcus Licinius Crassus,

what if it is Spartacus
who crosses the battlefield
looking for you?

In such circumstances,
I have no doubt
you will be helping him.

This fellow
remains with us
until after the battle.

Make him comfortable.
Don't let him feel lonely.

Mommy?
Mommy?

When do we go home?

Go to sleep, dear.

No pains yet?

He's a bad child.
He hits me
with his fists.

He wants to see
his mother.
Can you blame him?

Can you feel it?

No, I don't.

I hope he waits
till we get to Rome.

Rome.

They've never
beaten us yet.

No.

But no matter
how many times
we beat them,

they still seem
to have another army
to send against us.

And another.

Varinia, it just
seems like we've
started something

that has no ending.

If it ended tomorrow,
it would be worth it.

Oh, Varinia,

don't make me weak.

You're strong
enough to be weak.

Oh, Varinia.

Oh, Varinia,

I love you
more than my life.

Yet, sometimes,
even with you
sleeping beside me

I feel so alone.

I imagine a god for slaves
and I pray.

What do you
pray for?

I pray for a son
who'll be born free.

I pray for
the same thing.

Take care
of my son, Varinia.

And if he never
knows me,

tell him who I was
and what we dreamed of.

Tell him the truth.
There will be others
to tell him lies.

I can't live
without you,
Spartacus.

Varinia, Varinia.

Varinia.

Varinia, for you and me
there can be no farewells.

As long as
one of us lives,
we all live.

I felt it.
Did you feel it?

Yes, I did.

That was so strong.
Does it hurt you?

No.

That was so strong.

Oh, Varinia,
Varinia, Varinia.

Lucullus
and Pompey.

Have we a count
of prisoners?

We haven't made
the final count, sir.

I bring a message
from your master,

Marcus Licinius Crassus,

Commander of Italy.

By command of His Most
Merciful Excellency,

your lives are
to be spared.

Slaves you were
and slaves you remain.

But the terrible penalty
of crucifixion
has been set aside

on the single condition
that you identify the body

or the living person
of the slave
called Spartacus.

I'm Spartacus!

I'm Spartacus!

I'm Spartacus.

I'm Spartacus!

I'm Spartacus!

I'm Spartacus!
I'm Spartacus!

I'm Spartacus!
I'm Spartacus!

I'm Spartacus!

I'm Spartacus!

I'm Spartacus.

I'm Spartacus.

Forgive me for being
one of the last
to congratulate you.

There's an ugly rumor
going round the camp

that the prisoners
are to be crucified.

That is true.

Perhaps this
is the moment to remind
Your Highness

that you promised me
I could be the agent
in their auctioning.

You promised
Spartacus to me!
Where is he?

In return, I promised you
the sale of the survivors
and there will be none!

But it's Varinia.

Yes, I remember.
You're the woman
of Spartacus?

I'm his wife.

And this
is his child?

Yes.

Where is Spartacus?

Dead.

Did you see
him killed?

Yes.

You're lying.

Where is he?

Hmm?

At least here is
someone worth selling,
Your Enormity.

I'll even take
the child
as an investment.

How many women
have been taken?

Under 40, sir.

Those who weren't
killed have run off

to the hills
with their children.

You may sell
all the others
but not this woman.

You haven't seen
the others.

They're of surpassing
ugliness!

A genius wouldn't
be able to sell them.

Flog that
scoundrel out of camp.

This woman and her child
are to be conveyed
to my house in Rome.

- Halt them!
- Halt!

Antoninus?

Tribune!

Slaves are
to be crucified
along the roadside

the full distance
between here
and the gates of Rome.

Hold this man
till the end.

And that man, too.

March on.
March on!

I've more stripes
than a zebra.

Every time
I touch my wounds,
they sing like larks.

But in spite of that,

I found something
I never had before,
with all my wealth.

What is that?

Don't laugh at me,
but I believe
it to be dignity.

In Rome, dignity
shortens life

even more surely
than disease.

The gods must be
saving you for
some great enterprise.

You think so?

Anyone who believes
I'll turn informer
for nothing is a fool.

I bore the whip
without complaint.

Indeed, that sounds
like a bad attack
of dignity.

I hope this will
not deflect you

from the revenge
you were going to
take on Crassus.

On the contrary,
it only strengthens
my resolve.

That's enough.

I'm glad to learn that.

This woman, Varinia,
is in his house.
All Rome knows about it.

Malicious tongues even
say that he's in love
for the first time.

Yes! Oh!

I noticed
a strange look in his eye
when he first saw her.

It would take
a great woman

to make Crassus
fall out of love
with himself.

I'll be honest with you.

She's not as unattractive
as I told you she was.

Dignity and honesty
in one afternoon.
I hardly recognize you.

But she is an
impossible woman.

Beautiful?

Beautiful?
Well, beautiful.

The more chains
you put on her,

the less like
a slave she looks.

Proud?
Proud, proud.

You feel that
she would surrender
to the right man

which is irritating.

I like Crassus.

Let's save him
from his agony.
Let's steal this woman.

Steal the woman? Why?

I can no longer hurt
Crassus in the Senate

but I can hurt him
where he'll feel it most,
in his pride.

Attack our enemy
from within.

The scheme is excellent,
but I hope you're
not suggesting

that I steal the woman.

Yes!

Buy some horses and
a cart with a canopy.

Bring her here
by nightfall.

Oh, no.

Add courage
to your newfound virtues.

Would half
a million sesterces
make you brave?

Half a million?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, Crassus

does seem to dwindle
in the mind, but...

Let's reduce him further.
A round million!

A million.

For such a sum,
I could bribe
Jupiter himself!

With a lesser sum,
I have.

Forgive the intrusion.
I'm not in the habit
of coming uninvited.

You've always
been welcome here.

As a pupil.

You're not alone.

No.

This time
you've come to teach.

You've joined Crassus?

Am I arrested?
No.

But I must ask you
to come with me
to the Senate immediately.

What I do,
I do not for myself
but for Rome.

Rome? Poor,
helpless Rome.

Let's go and hear more
about Rome from Crassus.

Did you truly believe
500 years of Rome

could so easily
be delivered into
the clutches of a mob?

Already the bodies of
6,000 crucified slaves

line the Appian Way.

Tomorrow the last
of their companions
will fight to the death

in the temple
of my fathers,
as a sacrifice to them.

As those slaves
have died,
so will your rabble

if they falter
one instant in loyalty
to the new order.

The enemies
of the state
are known.

Arrests are in progress.
The prisons begin to fill.

In every city and province,
lists of the disloyal
have been compiled.

Tomorrow they will
learn the cost
of their terrible folly,

their treason.

Where does my name
appear on the list

of disloyal enemies
of the state?

First.

Yet, upon you
I have no desire
for vengeance.

Your property
shall not be touched.

You will retain
the rank and title
of Roman senator.

A house...

A farmhouse in Picenum
has been provided
for your exile.

You may take
your women with you.

Why am I to be left
so conspicuously alive?

Your followers
are deluded enough
to trust you.

I intend
that you shall speak
to them tomorrow

for the sake
of their own good,

their peaceful and
profitable future.

From time to time
thereafter,

I may find it useful
to bring you
back to Rome

to continue
your duty to her,

to calm the envious spirit
and the troubled mind.

You will persuade them
to accept destiny and order,

and trust the gods!

You may go.

Halt!

Why hide behind
that stola?

That's better.

That dress
took some weeks
of a woman's life.

You, above all people,
should respect
the work of slaves

and wear it proudly.

Come here.

This belonged to a queen,
the Queen of Persia.

It's heavy.

In time
you will wear it
lightly enough.

Sit down.

Will you have
some squab
and honey?

No.

You'll enjoy it.

And a piece of melon?

And some wine,
of course.

Eat.

I did not
command you to eat,
I invited you.

You find
the richness of
your surroundings

makes conversation
difficult?

Hmm?

Why am I here?

Good question.

A woman's question.

I wish the answer
could be as good
and straightforward.

Mmm. The infant,
it thrives?

He thrives.

I purchased
a wet nurse for him,
yesterday.

I hope the milk
agrees with him.

I sent her away.

I prefer to nurse
the child myself.

I'm not sure
I approve.

It ties you
to the old life.

I want you
to begin to look
forward to the new.

I don't care about
my new life here.

You care about
the life of your child,
don't you?

Why do you threaten me
with my baby?

I belong to you.
You can take me
anytime you wish.

But I don't want
to take you.

I want you to give.

I want your love,
Varinia.

You think by
threatening to kill my child
you'll make me love you?

I did not threaten
to kill your child.

I'm sorry, Varinia.

One shouldn't
grieve forever.

I'm not grieving,
I'm remembering.

Do I interfere
with your memories?

Oh, no.

You tread the ridge
between truth and insult

with the skill of
a mountain goat.

Well.

What do you remember,
when you think
about Spartacus?

It doesn't distress
you to talk about him?

No.

Well, then,

what sort of a man
was he, really?

He was a man
who began all alone,
like an animal.

Yet on the day he died,

thousands and thousands
would gladly have died
in his place.

What was he?
Was he a god?

He wasn't a god.

He was a simple man.
A slave.

I loved him.

He was an outlaw!
A murderer!

An enemy to everything
fine and decent
that Rome ever built!

Damn you!
You tell me.

Why did you love him?

I can't tell you.

I can't tell you things
you can never understand.

But I want
to understand.

Don't you see?
I must understand.

You're afraid of him,
aren't you?

That's why you
want his wife,

to soothe your fear
by having something
he had.

When you're so afraid,
nothing can help.

Nothing.

We shall see.

Could we have won,
Spartacus?

Could we ever have won?

Just by fighting them,
we won something.

When just one man
says "No, I won't,"

Rome begins to fear.

We were tens
of thousands
who said no.

That was
the wonder of it.

To have seen slaves
lift their heads
from the dust,

to see them rise
from their knees,
stand tall

with a song
on their lips,

to hear them

storm through
the mountains shouting,

to hear them sing
along the plains.

And now they're dead.

Dead.

Varinia

dead.

And the baby.

All of them.

Are you afraid
to die, Spartacus?

Hmm.

No more than I was
to be born.

Are you afraid?

Yes.

Hail Consul!

Guard, fall in.

Where are
the gladiators?

Over there, sir.

Antoninus, the night
passes slowly, doesn't it?

Spartacus.

You are he,
aren't you?

Gladiator,
I'm Marcus Licinius Crassus.

You must answer
when I speak to you.

Centurion!

Let them fight now.
Unchain them.

The entire city's
been told
they'll fight tomorrow

in the temple
of your ancestors.

They will fight
now for me. Here!

And to the death.
And the victor
shall be crucified.

We will test this myth
of slave brotherhood.

Unchain them!

Form a circle.

Don't give them
the pleasure
of a contest.

Lower your guard.
I'll kill you
on the first rush.

I won't let them
crucify you.

It's my last order.
Obey it.

Let them begin.

I won't let them
crucify you.

Do you realize
how long it takes
to die on a cross?

I don't care!

Forgive me, Antoninus.

I love you, Spartacus,
as I loved my own father.

I love you like my son
that I'll never see.

Go to sleep.

Here's your victory.

He'll come back.

He'll come back
and he'll be millions!

I wonder what
Spartacus would say

if he knew that
the woman, Varinia,
and her child

are slaves
in my household?

Yes.

Spartacus.

Crucify him!

I want no grave for him.
No marker.

His body's to be burned
and his ashes
scattered in secret.

Did you fear him,
Crassus?

Not when I fought him.
I knew he could be beaten.

But now I fear him,
even more
than I fear you.

Me?

Yes, my dear Caesar. You!

I don't see the letter here
to the leader of the Senate.

Oh, yes.
Julia, I don't like
the sound of weeping.

This is a happy house.
Please stop.

Oh, there you are.
Go away, Julia!
Where have you been?

The city is full
of Crassus' legions.
We've been hiding.

I don't know Rome
as well as
I know Capua.

They're arresting
everyone.

So this is the woman
it took Crassus

eight Roman legions
to conquer.

I wish I had time
to make your acquaintance,
my dear.

Unfortunately,
we all have to make journeys
to different destinations.

Where are we going?

You're going to Aquitania.

The governor's one
of my innumerable cousins.

Here's a senatorial pass.
It's valid
in all the known world.

Why do I have to
go to Aquitania?

'Cause I asked you to.

It's very good of you,
Gracchus, but I...

Double the money
I promised you.
Here's two million sesterces.

Two million?

Here.
Articles of freedom
for the woman.

And here's a smaller
document that I've prepared
for the child,

befitting its size.

Where are you going?

Mmm?

Oh, to Picenum.

Picenum?
That's the dreariest
town in Italy.

Will you please leave me?

Come with us.
See to it that I don't
misuse the money.

Don't be ridiculous.
I'm a senator.

Will you please go
before the soldiers
come here?

Oh.

This would really
make Crassus jealous.

Go and make
my joy complete.

Save your tears now.
Save them
for the journey.

Well. Prettier.

Halt!

Identify yourselves,
please.

Lentulus Batiatus.

Climb down, please,
and identify yourselves.

I object
to that tone.

I've got my orders.

Come down
and identify
yourselves, please.

As I told you,
I'm Lentulus Batiatus,
the lanista from Capua.

This...
My sister-in-law.

Lady, please.

She's traveling
with her child
to Aquitania

on a senatorial pass.

Take a look
through his baggage.

Not a word, please.

What did you say?

Oh, Spartacus.

Tell the lady no
loitering's allowed.

Instantly.

Move on.
Yes.

This is your son.

He's free,
Spartacus! Free!

He's free.

He's free.

He'll remember you,
Spartacus,
because I'll tell him.

I'll tell him
who his father was
and what he dreamed of.

Varinia,
have mercy on us.
Get in the wagon.

Oh, my love, my life.

Please die, die.

Please, please die,
my love.

Oh, God,
why can't you die!

Come on. Come on.

Goodbye, my love, my life.

Goodbye, goodbye.