All language subtitles for Spartacus.2004.DVDRip-AVC.Taran2L.tRuAVC_Eng

You were right, Varinia.

Vengeance alone is not enough.

To become like your enemy
is to lose to him.

But what's important
isn't our living or our dying,

but this new thing we've created,
however briefly.

A world without slaves.

And if you die,
who will tell that story?

Live so that I will live.

So that we will live on.

So that it won't
be wasted or forgotten.

Did you see the look he gave you,
Varinia?

I didn't.

And even if l had,
I wouldn't care.

What sort of look?

What look, you?
What look?

Ow!
[Laughter]

What look?!
Varinia!

[Horses Whinny]

[Dog Barks]

Hyah!

[Yelling]

[Screaming]

[Screaming] No!

No! No! No!

[Screaming]

[Yelling]

- [Groaning]
- [Screams]

[Screams, Groans]

[Varinia] I made a promise
once to tell our story.

It began here in a small village in Gaul
where I was born a free woman.

Then the Romans came and destroyed
my world and made me a slave.

Nothing and no one
could stand against the Romans.

But Rome herself
was torn by conflict.

Bloody civil wars raged for years...

between the plebeians
and their rivals, the patricians,

led by senators like Marcus Crassus,
the richest man in the world.

As a child, he had seen
his father murdered in the Forum.

Crassus had risen
from the ashes of his family's defeat...

to unlimited wealth
and unlimited ambition.

Ambition kept in check only by his rivals,
like Antonius Agrippa.

The civil wars were over.
Men smiled at one another in public.

But the fighting never stopped.

Agrippa. Fishing for votes?

No, just enjoying
our democratic way of life.

A new wine. From Spain.

Delicious. But I like
your cupbearer better.

Any news from Spain
along with the wine?

A great victory by Pompey.
Another?

The man is positively
boring in his triumphs.

I shall console myself with the way
Crassus must feel. [Chuckles]

[Man]
Pompey's no great warrior.

I heard he's got so fat
on the riches of his triumphs
he can barely ride his horse.

Disparage Pompey all you like
but the man gets the job done.

Victory over vermin-ridden Gaulish peasants
is hardly the mark of military distinction.

They say he will be consul.

This grape...
[Sniffs]

..is not to my satisfaction--
More wine.

I think I'm going
to borrow your wife,
Cornelius.

[Varinia]
The wealth of a man like Crassus
could be seen in gold or silver...

but its true measure
was in flesh.

Thousands of slaves.

They lived out their short lives
in a world of suffering...

at the whim of their masters.

No Roman citizen
gave them a second thought.

[Baby Crying]

Look there.

Greetings, citizens.

Today we offer a group
of barbarians from Gaul,

courtesy of the great Pompey.

Aye, Batiatus. What brings
you up from Capua?

The same thing as you,
I would imagine.

My stock needs freshening.

Although how a modest man
from the country
can bid against a senator--

I might as well go home.
A modest man from the country?

Yours is widely known
as the finest gladiatorial school in all Italy.

You flatter me.
No, not in the least.

Look at this beauty.
And a virgin.

A virgin. Given the appetite
of our frontier troops,
I rather doubt that.

Being a virgin is overrated.

It's just an excuse
to inflate the price.

Good teeth.

Wide hips.
And an excellent breeder.

Magnificent.

She's easy on the eye,
I'll grant you,

but these Gauls have thin blood.

They rarely last the winter.
It would be throwing money away.

Why, Batiatus, are you in love?

Don't worry, my friend.
I won't bid against you.

Oh, you're too kind, Senator.

Though I may need a favor someday.
Oh... Of course. Of course.

- 500 sesterces!
- Done!

How can the Senate choose Pompey
over you as the next consul?

It would be a close vote.

I bought you a gift.

It's beautiful.

You are too generous.
Am I?

Well, I suppose I might be.

[Varinia] In the arms
of the richest man in Rome...

- and her husband's best friend...
- Show me.

...Helena might be forgiven
her ignorance of the origin
of that bracelet, its true cost.

What is hell?

Hell is that place
where the simplest action
becomes painful.

Where it hurts to walk...
Move it!

...to breathe, even to think.

The gold mines of Egypt
were such a hell.

Among the Thracian slaves
condemned to an early death...

there was one who would shake
the Roman world.

His name - Spartacus.

[Groaning, Panting]

Pick it up!

Pick it up!

[Groaning]

No!

[Roars]

[Laughter Echoing]

Stop!

[Batiatus]
So he's a Thracian, yes?

Worse. He's an animal.

Good. That's even better.

This is your lucky day, Thracian.

[Excited Chatter, Laughter]

[Men Grunting]

What kind of a place is this?

[Shouting In Unison]

Move!

[Laughs] Fresh meat!

Shut your hole!
Get back to work.

You stink, animals.
Clean yourselves.

This way.

[Horse Whinnies]

[Woman Sighs]

I want all these chopped into thin slices.
I would not serve this to a dog!

I could get used to this.

I am Gannicus.
This is Spartacus.

David the Jew. He never talks.
Some say he can't.

You're Thracians?

- The crowd likes Thracians.
- Be quiet, Nordo. Eat.

Didn't get your name, friend.

You are not my friend.
I don't want to know your name
or your story.

Why not?

Because I might meet you in the arena,
and then I will kill you.

Why wait?

You'll get plenty of chances to fight.

Save it for when you have no choice. Eat.

You must be the new Thracians,
hmm?

I can always tell Thracians.
You stink like pigs.

- You must be Crixus.
- You've heard of me.

Who hasn't? "Crixus of the big nose."
I'm not surprised you could smell us.

[Roars]

[Shouting, Indistinct]

Enough!

To your cells! Now!

Well, move, slaves!

You, Spartacus.

Where did you learn
to fight?

When a Roman
asks you a question,
you answer, slave.

Fighting Romans.

Good day to you, Crassus.

Crassus.
What a pleasant surprise.

I had no idea you still partook
of such common pleasures
as our public baths.

I do not disdain the public.

Ah. You love mankind.
It's only people you can't stand.

Now, why is it that those
who are most in favor of mob rule...

stand most to benefit from
the public's greed and stupidity?

Why is it that the rich are
always so keen on reform...

after they've made their fortune
and not before?

The republic was a fine
form of government when Rome
was a backwater city state.

Times have changed.
Rome rules the world now.

And one man with a strong vision
must rule Rome.

So power...
should be wielded by whom?

The educated? The wealthy?
The aristocrat? By Crassus?

Or by Pompey?

Well, Plato did say that leadership
must be left to the educated.

That leaves Pompey out.
Julius Caesar, you mean.

You've heard what they say about him?

"Every woman's man
and every man's woman."

[Laughter]

But you're right,
Pompey overreaches.

If he's not careful, his head
will be found hanging in the Forum...

just like that of your father
and your brother.

Was it something I said?

This is the Roman short sword,

the gladius,
from which you get your names.

22 inches long.
Three pounds in weight.

A stabbing weapon for close work.

You kill a man with this
and you can smell his sweat,

taste his breath.

But you sons of whores are not worthy
of fighting with the gladius yet.

So you will use these wooden swords...

while I teach you.

You, slave.

Pick it up.

Come at me.

[Groans]

Again.

[Chuckles]

Too slow, slave. Pick it up.

Too slow.

[Groans]

Cinna!

So what do you think of our
Thracian slaves? Good, huh?

They have spirit but no real talent.

[Laughs] I see.
So you think they're just lucky?

And Cinna,

this boy was very expensive.

Don't damage my property.

Enough! Go! Bring her.

Come.

[Chuckles] Come here.

Very good.

Better.

Come.

Let me smell your hair.

[Sniffs]
Oh.

You know,
[Whimpers]

I can be a very good master.

Oh, yes. Now, now, now.

Now, kiss me.
No!

Kiss me!
No!

No! No!

Hold her!

[Varinia] No! No!
[Beating Continues, Ripping Fabric]

[Crixus] Hey, Spartacus.

- How's your nose?
- You got lucky.

- Do I have to break it again?
- [Laughs]

- So where did you fight Romans?
- Thrace.

- You?
- Gaul, where I was caught.

Then later in Sicily
where slaves rebelled.

- You rebelled?
- Two times.

The Romans,
they were terrified of us.
They still are.

[Chuckles] Now they kill a man
just for talking about it.

- Why did it fail?
- Fighting Romans
is like fighting a grist mill.

The stone keeps on turning.

No matter how many times you attack it,
in the end it grinds you down to dust.

Faster!

Put your backs into it,
you sons of whores!

Why do Africans
use the spear and net?

It amuses the Romans
to turn us into fishermen.

I was a farmer.
I never saw a net until I came here.

Nordo, this man is trouble.
Leave him be.

Draba, they ever pit the knife
against the spear?

The spear always wins.

Enough talking! Back to work.

Well, move, you scum!

Put your body behind the blow!

Good, Draba! Push him back.

Faster!

Harder! Are you men
or are you women?

Tomorrow
some of you have the honor...

of fighting in the arena in Capua.

Nothing matters but that
you fight well and with courage.

Do this and even the defeated
may receive mercy.

However, if that is not your fate...

then the crowd will expect you
to meet your death honorably,

in the Roman manner, like this.

Spartacus... kneel.

A defeated gladiator may beg for mercy...

by raising his hand thus.

The death blow is delivered
in a single thrust to the neck...

here.

That is how a gladiator...

from the house of Batiatus dies.

[Laughing]

What's the matter, Thracian?
Lost your appetite? Eat! Drink!

Tomorrow we die.
I'm not dying tomorrow.

The gods decide when we die.

- I don't believe in the gods.
- You don't believe in the gods?

When I look at the heavens
I see only stars.

Blasphemer!
You could be struck down for that.

No bolt of lightning.

- So what do you believe in?
- Us.

Our will. We decide
when we die and how.

Eat anyway.
You'll need your strength for tonight.

- What happens tonight?
-War, little Thracian.

Sweet war!
[Laughter]

Quiet! Sit down!

A little wisdom.

A man is no good in the arena
if his parts shrivel up.

[Laughter]
A gladiator is not a litter slave.

He is a man.
[All] Yeah!

And a man needs a woman.

[Cheering]

[Hooting, Whistling]

Quiet, quiet.

For those of you who fight tomorrow,

I graciously lend you these lovelies.

Use them well.

And in the morning,
show me what men you are!

Cinna!

[Chatter, Laughter]

This is yours.

Idiot! David doesn't fight tomorrow.

Crixus.

You like to play rough, Thracian.
Here.

Batiatus asks that
she be made more pliant.

See to it.

[Guard]
Come here, woman!

[Door Closes]

I'm Spartacus.

What are you called?

[Laughter, Chatter]

You look cold. Here.

The stones are cold at night.

You sleep there. I won't bother you.

[Laughter, Chatter]

[Rooster Crowing, Birds Singing]

[Banging]
[Cinna]
Wake up, you sons of whores!

Line up by the door!

Move on down there!

My name is Varinia.

Varinia.

[Guard]
Come on. Out!

Today you are expected
to bring honor...

to the house of Batiatus.

Fail to do so and you will
curse the day you were born.

Where are they going?
Capua.

They fight today.

The Thracian,
the one they call Spartacus.
Is he any good?

Couldn't say.
He's different, though.

How?

All the gladiators here
are strong men. Brave.

But they are still slaves.
They accept it. Not him.

He will not last long.

You were with him last night?

Yes and no.

You, girl! Come here!

You will attend me at the games...

but if you give me any trouble,

I promise that our previous encounter
will feel like a mother's caress.

Now, go and get yourself cleaned up.

[Cinna] Line up!

�� [Flutes, Percussion]

I appreciate your contribution
to my games, Batiatus.

Few people understand
the financial burden
I'm expected to shoulder...

while on duty
in these dreary provinces.

Thank you. And I appreciate
the loan of your troops.

Security at an establishment like mine
does not come cheaply either.

One hand washes the other.

Of course. More wine!

A perfectly ripened pear.

- Although somewhat bruised.
- A problem with discipline.

But we're working on it.
Aren't we?

Yes, my Lord.

[Crowd Jeering]

�� [Processional]

- On the cross-- who are they?
- Arsonists.

They wear the tunica molesta,
soaked in pitch.

Change your mind about the gods?

If there are gods in this world,
they're not here.

[Crowd Chanting]
Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!

Burn! Burn! Burn!
Burn! Burn! Burn!

[Loud Cheering]

Crixus...
[Crowd Cheering]

versus Gaius.
[Cheering]

Gannicus...
[Cheering]

versus Antonius.
[Cheering]

Spartacus...
[Cheering]

versus Commodus.

[Cheering]

This new gladiator, Spartacus.
Is he really a Thracian...

or are you still passing off Greeks?

He's the real thing,
through and through.

- Any good?
- Cinna thinks the world of him.

Don't you, Cinna?
Very well.
A thousand on Spartacus.

[Man] Let's see some killing!

[Groans]

[Roars]

[Groaning]

[Cheering]
[Man] Ah, yes!

[Crowd Chanting]
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

[Chanting Continues]
[Inaudible]

- [Cutting Flesh]
- [Crowd Cheering]

Are you hurt?

I thought in the mines
I'd seen man at his worst.

I was wrong.

A slave has no choice.
Not me.

The ones who watched,
took their pleasure
in blood and death.

[Cinna] Well, move, slaves!
Harder! Faster!

Put your back to it!

Can't you lay with me,
Spartacus?

- Is it because Cinna ordered it?
- Because Cinna ordered it.

And because Thracian men and women
are to remain chaste until married.

- Slaves don't marry.
- I would marry you.

Marriage requires a holy man.
I thought you didn't believe in the gods.

I believe in what I can see,
hear and touch.

My tribe believes
man was created by the gods.

That they live in us.
We're flesh and blood, that's all.

That is what an animal is.
The Romans say that we are animals.

That we are without souls.

- But you are afraid to say
that you agree with the Romans.
- [Laughs]

I believe that I never met anyone like you,
Varinia of Gaul...

and that I love you.

Will you marry me?

On what, then,
would you make a vow?

On the blood that flows
through my veins
and the breath I take,

I will be yours until the day I die,

and in my life there'll be
no other but you, I swear.

On the blood that flows
in my veins
and the breath I take,

I will be yours...
Until the day--

until the day I die.

And in the life beyond.

How do you know
there is a life after this one?
I have faith.

There will be
no other man but you.

I swear.

[Crowd Roaring]

- [Grunting]
- [Yells]

[Crowd Chanting]
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

[Groans]

[Gasping]

[Crowd Chanting]
Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

Master. We have visitors, Master,
from Rome.

Cornelius Lucius and his wife, Helena.
And Marcus Crassus.

Marcus Crassus is here,
and you left him waiting outside?

Oh! Noble Crassus.
You do me a great honor, sir.

I am Lentulus Batiatus.
Please, sit.

I and my establishment
are here to serve you.

Some... Some wine
to wash away the dust,

and some honeyed ice,
perhaps?

Yes?

How may I serve you?
My friends and I would appreciate...

a private showing of a pair of Thracians.

Excellent choice. Your Honor
is obviously a connoisseur.

To the death.
To the death?

That's an unusual request
for a private showing.

I see that's you're joking.
That's very good.
That's very amusing.

I am not laughing.

Of course you're not.
Well, you've asked for Thracians.

That means that
you must want good dagger work.

And I have the best in the world.

But if you want to the death,
you won't see nuance,

and you won't see subtlety.

Certainly won't see quality. Madam.

I'm not a butcher, sir,
I am an artist.

Yes.
I want to give you
good fighting.

Good fighting. And to the death.

I want to see courage.

I want to see passion.

And above all, I want to see finality.

But to the death will cost you.

- 25,000 denarii.
- You could buy an elephant for that.

Done.

And I want no fakery.

No sucking the sand
and pretending that they're dying.

If one of them is down,
or if both of them are down,

I want one of your trainers
to cut their throats.

And they are to understand that.

Now, I shall leave 10,000 on account,

and the rest when we have been satisfied.

Note the Africans.

Theirs is the finest combat
and the most skillful but it can be a bore.

It can go on and on.

To see fighting at its best
you must see Thracians.

Don't you agree, slave master?
Yes, but each kind has its own virtues.

Change of plan.

Match me a Thracian against a black.

With all due respect, my Lord,
that is no match.

When a Thracian's dagger
is in the net, he's finished.

Yes, perhaps. But the Africans are
not noted for their strategic thinking.

Hannibal, of course, being the exception.

I want to see how long
a mentally superior...

but lesser armed man can last.

My Lord, that sort
of experimentation...

makes for bad blood with the men.

Well, for 25,000 denarii...

I think you can afford
to incur a little bad blood.

[Guard] Begin!
[Whistle Blowing]

Order!

What is it? What is it?

A private fight.

- Who do you want?
- Draba.

[Cinna] Draba!

And David.
[Cinna] David!

Now, he's a Jew, yes?

Yes, I know you wanted a Thracian...

No, no, no. This is interesting.

Ever seen a Jew fight?
Exceptional with the dagger...

and reputed
to be very bright, as well.

- Who else?
- Er...

Spartacus...

and Polymus.

Polymus... Spartacus.

Spartacus?

How do you like them?

All-- except that one.

I don't like him.

Forgive me, lady, but that man
has been in the ring 12 times.

He's very good, very strong, very quick.

- Who will you match him with?
- The African.

[Varinia Muttering Softly]

[Speaking Softly, Indistinct]

What are you doing?
Praying.

[Laughs Softly]

How do you pray?

I can show you.

Will you do something for me?

Something that we do in our tribe?

Put your mouth on mine
and breathe your soul into me,

and I'll breathe mine into you.

And then for all time
our souls will be one.

One soul in two bodies.

[Both Exhaling]

I will come back to you.

If you don't,
I will kill you myself.

You have to save your strength
for tomorrow.

I am full of strength.

[Breathing Heavily]

[Chatter]

[Chatter Subsides]

Dagger against net and trident.
What kind of match is that?

Time.

Time!

�� [Flutes, Percussion]

What are they thinking, I wonder?

Gladiators are animals,
pure and simple.

If one thinks of them as people,
one loses all perspective.

Is it true what they say about the Jews?
How they mutilate their boys?

Would you like to see?

Bring me the Jew
before he fights.

Bring the Jew here.

[Cinna] The rest of you,
to the House of Expectation.

Unclothe.

Unclothe.

They do that to their children?

How beastly.

Perhaps that explains
their skill with the knife.

I want the Jew to fight first.
Of course, sir.

[Yells]

- Strike!
- Kill him! Kill him!

- Kill him.
- Kill him, Jew!

Why doesn't he kill him?

Kill him!

Why didn't he finish him?

Don't expect mercy from me out there,
Thracian.

Live, Draba.

That's what life is for.

If the gods love you...

you die in childhood.

That was extraordinary.

If the second pair is as good as the first,
then I shall be well pleased.

[Chuckles]

[Chuckles]

Ooh! Look, look.
[Laughs]

Strike!

- [Batiatus] Kill him!
- [Crassus] Kill him!

Kill him!
Kill him!

[Helena] Kill him!
[Crassus] Strike now!

- Kill him!
- Kill him!

[Helena] Stop him!

Why didn't he kill me?

If he kills me, he lives.

If he turns on the Romans, he dies.

He chooses to die.

Who chooses to die?

Who chooses to die?

Maybe rather than live as a beast,

Draba chose to die as a man.

[Child's Voice Echoing]
Father!

[Panting]
Shh.

It was just a dream.

No.

I slept until now.

Now I wake.

[Cinna] Move, you dogs!
March! I said move!

Move!

Move, you scum!

[Flies Buzzing]

Is it true that Draba didn't kill
any of the Romans?

If a man must throw his life away,
he could die better than that.

- Will you die any better?
- He will die like a dog and so will you.
So will we all.

Are you my friend, Crixus?

Was Draba your friend?
Yes. And my teacher.

- Did he teach you how to die?
- He taught me how to live.

I feed you the best food.
I give you women.

You live here like kings
in idleness on the fat of the land.

And all I expect
is your loyalty and obedience.

And what do I get in return?

Treachery.

Cinna, fetch me a black man.

Kill him.

Now there will be no more trouble.
The dogs won't even growl.

Move it, move it, you cows!

[Guard] Move, slaves!

Are we dogs
that you snap your whips at us?

- [Cinna] Spartacus! Prepare to die!
- Cinna!

[Shouting, Indistinct]
What the hell is going on out there?

[Guard] There's too many!

- [Yells]
- [Woman] Take this!

[Groaning]

- You taught me well, Cinna.
- [Grunts]

- [Cheering]
- [Roars]

Quiet!

Quiet!

Let him speak!

Quiet! Listen to Spartacus!

Like you, I've been
alone my whole life.

We could never look into each other's eyes.

Living like animals!

Here is the lesson of Draba.

I will be a man.

My life is my brother's.

Live to fight the Romans!

[Cheering]

Smash the gates!

Master! The gladiators!
They have revolted!

Don't just stand there
like a drooling idiot. Help me!

[Soldier] Field formation!

Go get my litter.
We have to get to Capua.

To the garrison. Go!

[Slave] To victory!

Free men and women, listen to me!
We must get ready.

Nordo, can you open the armory?

- If I have to break the door with my teeth.
- Spartacus, look.

David, go.

Go. Talk to them.

What do you want me to say?

Invite our brothers to join us.

- Gifts! I bring gifts!
- [Cheering]

Freedom for you
and your children!
Come, join us!

Freedom for you! Join us!

Spartacus always said
that you would speak some day.

David, Varinia.

Come.
You'll tell me later.

There's one more thing
I need to do.

Maecenus! Maecenus!

Oh, thank you, thank you.
You've got to stop them.

Where is that slave scum headed?
In the hills to the south of here.

There's a lot of valuable property.
You must save something!

Too late for that.
Double time! March!

Please.

Please.

[Chanting Rhythmically]

Come. Let's go.
Look at them.

They're so eager and arrogant,
they've lost their formation.

So?

So if attacked,
they'd have to fight
man to man.

And who fights better
man to man than gladiators, huh?

Crixus, Nordo...

we have guests.

Should we not greet them?

[Laughing]

[Shouting]

[Soldier] Retreat!

Apparently there has been
an uprising of gladiators in Capua.

The entire garrison has been slain...

and the slaves have taken to the hills,
where their revolt spreads.

This is what I am talking about.
This is why we need strong leadership.

I propose that we send the city cohorts
to crush this rebellion immediately.

The entire garrison of Rome?

Are you out of your mind?
To fight slaves?

How many of these dangerous
creatures are there? Who are they led by?

It is a job for an overseer
and a pack of dogs.

They massacred the entire Capua garrison.

The garrison at Capua,

forgive my bluntness,
but an effete band of pretend soldiers.

A slave rebellion is never a simple affair.
We all remember Sicily.

Twice the slaves attacked.

The second time, they seized
the entire island for over a year!

This particular revolt is taking place...

a mere 100 miles
from where we now sit and squabble.

Are you suggesting
that we recall a legion from the frontier?

- Pompey, perhaps?
- And wait weeks for him?

Will the slaves wait? I don't think so.

We must deal with this matter promptly
before it gets out of hand.

But the entire city cohorts?

Three. Three full cohorts.

Under whose command?

I realize that it is not customary
for a man to put his own name forward.

Then please do not break precedent.

I was about to suggest
that the cohorts be sent...

under the able command
of Titus Glabrus.

My Lord, I hardly know what to say.

Thank you for your confidence in me.

If it is the will of the Senate
and the people of Rome,
then I accept.

If it is indeed the will of the Senate,

then, Titus Glabrus, go with our blessings.

Fall upon this rabble with
all the weight and majesty
of Roman law.

We will march across the world
and turn it over, stone by stone!

�� [Percussion, Pipes]

Look at them.

They think the war is all won.
It hasn't even started.

How are we going to feed them
or clothe them,

much less train them
to fight the Roman Empire?

By teaching them
to share the burden.

Like free men.

�� [Fanfare]

Why did you propose Glabrus?
He's as thick as he is vain.

- But politically dependable.
- Why didn't you put yourself forward?

Agrippa would have blocked me
out of spite.

Besides, there's little honor
in defeating slaves...

and terrible shame if one fails.

If Glabrus succeeds,

well, a minor rebellion is put down
and he owes me a favor.

If he fails,
the whole city will be panicked.

And the Senate will finally
embrace a more permanent
system of leadership.

Fear isn't a bad thing, Caius.

It makes for
a more malleable electorate.

Crassus says he wants to be consul...

in order to restore
the former glory of Rome.

But really he wants to transform
the consul into a more
permanent position-- Emperor.

The day that Crassus
becomes consul...

is the day the Roman republic dies.

The time has come
to make some decisions.

- We must leave?
- And go where?

- I want to go home.
- Everywhere is the same as here.

Everywhere it is master and slave.

I go where I go.
No man tells Crixus what to do anymore.

Come down, Crixus.

This is Crixus the Gaul.

Maybe the strongest man
among us.
[Murmuring]

But still,
he's only one man.

Can you bend this?

Now all of these.
[All Gasping]

[Grunting]

We are like the arrows.

Separately, we're weak.

But together,
we're invincible.

And that's why the Romans worked
so hard to divide us tribe by tribe
and country by country.

- We're one tribe, then?
- [All] Yes!

Is that your will?
[All] Yes!

[Woman] Who will lead us?

Stand up if you want to lead.

Spartacus.

[All] Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

If that is your wish.

But so one man
doesn't become a tyrant,
we need laws.

- What are they?
- Whatever we take we hold together.

No man owns anything but his own weapon.

We could be rich with the gold we take.
[Man] We'll make the Romans
our slaves!

- Yeah!
- I will not be a slave owner!

Slavery is an evil.

An evil that turns all men slaves
and slave masters into animals.

There will be equality and justice
between man and woman.

We're one tribe, then?
[All] Yes.

- One people?
- [All] Yes!

Is that your will?

It is my will.

[David] It is my will.

It is my will.

[All Murmuring] It is my will.

Then this is what we'll do.

We'll go from plantation to plantation,
from house to house,

free the slaves,
and fight anyone who tries to stop us.

And we'll make an end to Rome
and build a new world...

where there'll be no more slaves
and no more masters!

- What is going on up there?
- Some plantation is burning the stubble.

There's too much smoke for that.

- Then there's a forest fire or something.
- Tell them to go faster.

- Helena!
- Faster!

Why are you stopping?
What is the meaning of this?

Whoever you are, you are blocking
the path of a citizen of Rome.

Move out of the way.

Pick up your litters!

Pick up your litters!

- Pick up your litters!
- [Helena Screams]

Glabrus wishes us to know that while
he has not yet encountered the brigands,

evidence of their atrocities is everywhere.

"We have heard that any slave who does
not join their ranks is put to the sword...

"and any Roman unfortunate enough
to encounter them...

"meets a fate worse than death.

"It is with great regret that I report
the murders of numerous nobles,

"including Cornelius Lucius
and his wife Helena."

[Gasps]

Helena and Cornelius Lucius?

Are you sure?
That is what it says.

"The rebels' leader is Spartacus,
a gladiator from Thrace.

"He has led them to Mount Vesuvius.

"It is there that I intend
to trap and dispose of them.

"Rest assured, I am mindful
that I carry in my hands...

"the glory and majesty that is Rome.

"Titus Glabrus."

- So we're to be equals, are we?
- Does that trouble you?

Well, I'll do what I can to raise myself
but I make no promises.

You'd better. A child needs
a father it can look up to.

What?

A child?
We're going to have a child?
[Varinia Squeals]

The slave army is climbing the north wall
of the mountain, my Lord.

A little less liberal use of the term
"army," if you don't mind.

- Sorry, my Lord.
- We'll camp here for tonight.

Why don't we push on,
my Lord?

Cut off the slaves
before the mountains?

It's cold, I'm tired and I'm hungry.
We'll camp here.

I like it. It's light but it's strong.

Spartacus,
we need to talk.

This is a war council.
What's a woman doing here?

She has every right.

Do women lead your armies?
Is that why Jews squirm
under the Roman thumb?

What's the excuse of the Gauls?

David has news for us.

Three cohorts of Roman soldiers
are on the road below us.

We're trapped. They're so confident,
they haven't built a stockade.

1500 men.

I knew it. I knew this would happen,
Thracian, but you insisted.

"The people are tired.
They need rest."

Well, the dead rest forever.

You must have known they would follow us.
How do we get off this mountain?

What's your plan?

- I don't have one.
- You don't have a plan?

From the moment I stood up
in the training yard,
I've only thought of the next move.

- You must have an idea.
- Why must I?

I'm no different from any of you.
Isn't that the point?
That we're all equal?

- Yes, but--
- So one of you figure it out!

He'll be fine.

They chose you as their leader.
I didn't ask for that.

No, but you didn't
decline it either.

And why should you?
You're the only possible choice.

But now the time to lead has come.
When I was alone,

all I had to lose was my own life.

Now I have the lives of hundreds.

Your life.

Our child's.

I have faith that
you'll find the answer.
Where?

Within the soul you say I have?
Yes.

You may not have chosen this moment,
Spartacus.

But it seems that this moment
has chosen you.

My Lord, is it true that you have
given the troops permission to camp...

without building fortifications?

The men are tired and I am tired.

When a Roman army bivouacs
it is customary to build a fort.

It's just a handful of rotten slaves
facing the same conditions we are.

With women and children
and a tenth of our equipment.

A little while ago some of you
were asking me if l had a plan.

And the plan is this.
We will attack first.

David, hold your men outside
the camp until you hear my cry,

and then charge in
like the dogs of hell.

If these don't hold, I'll kill you myself.

- If these don't hold, you won't
have to kill me. We'll all be dead.
- [Laughs]

Come on.

You can tell us now.

You are safe here.

I was asleep.

- I woke up to screaming.
- [Screaming]

The sound of screaming.

- I was screaming.
- [Groaning]

Their men were everywhere,
like ravenous beasts.

And their women followed,
feeding like harpies on the wounded.

The killing went on and on.

Toward the end,
our men began to throw down
their weapons and plead for their lives...

but there was no mercy.

How is it that you were spared?

I don't know
why they chose me, my Lord.

All I know is,
I was brought before their leader.'

My name is Spartacus.
I have a message for your Senate.

Tell them that we, the slaves,
say the Roman way is corrupt and dead.

We want nothing from you.
Leave us alone.

But if you come after us again,
we will destroy you all.

By all that Rome holds sacred,

I will see her honor restored.

I will not rest...

until this Spartacus...

hangs, crucified, at the gates of Rome.

Move and kill! Move and kill!

Again.

Move and kill!
Move and kill! Faster!

They're looking better.
Against wooden posts.

We'll see what they're like
when the target fights back.

- Orsino is here.
- The Sicilian pirate?

What do we have to talk to him about?

A lot.

The key would help.

Spartacus.

I could tell at once. You have such
an air of command about you.

You here to do business
or flatter me?

[Whistles Softly]

You've done well.

We like to think of it
as back wages, long owed.

Is it enough to buy us
passage out of here?

- For yourself?
- For all of us.

[Exhales]

If you were to take us beyond
the borders of the empire,
they wouldn't follow.

It would require a great many ships
and make me many enemies in Rome.

- So how many trunks of gold?
- At least five more like this.

When we are ready,
how do I signal you?

Get to the coast and fly this
where it can be seen from the sea.

Take it.

A gift for our new alliance.

I'll take it as a down payment.

I'd better get some help.

That was a fortune you just gave away.

We can't eat gold,
nor will it keep a sharp edge.

Crixus, let's keep this arrangement
among ourselves for now.

- We can't trust that man.
- Orsino or Crixus?

Either one.

[Yelling]
[Pounding]

- Everyone out!
- [Slaves Yelling]

Hyah! Hah!

Over the walls!

[Yelling]

- Follow me!
- [Groaning]

[Screams]

[Varinia] As word spread of the revolt,
slaves from all over the country ran away...

and flocked to join Spartacus.

We all knew there was no turning back.

It was freedom or death.

And so we marched from city to city,
[Yelling]

taking what we needed
for the day we might be free.

But the fight for freedom
was tainted by revenge.

- No mercy was shown
to those who fell into in our hands.
- [Screams]

Is this wise?

If they obey the laws we made,
it's better to let them have their way.

We're still a mob.

- Take everything!
- Making an army will take time.

Intelligence reports the slaves
are squatting on the coast at Nola.

We must attack
and annihilate them.
With what?

Thanks to your haste,
we'll be three months
rebuilding the garrison.

- Glabrus was the wrong commander.
- Your choice as I recall, Senator.

- My choice by default.
There were and are better options.
- Pompey, for example.

Recalling him will jeopardize
the Spanish campaign.

I haven't your experience in the field.
Oh, wait...

- Yes, that's right. You have none.
- [Laughter]

Very well. For now,
let us focus on Rome's defenses.

We cannot, however,
under any circumstances
allow the slaves to escape.

I say we march on Rome!
[Cheering]

There are 16 cohorts in Rome.

We were outnumbered at Vesuvius,
and now their bones rot in the fields.

But taking a city is different
than ambushing a sleeping cohort...

that's too lazy to build a proper camp.

We have no siege equipment.

We can build it.
[All] Yes!

And while we do that, what will Rome do?

Recall their legions. The real soldiers.

Not these city boys
who play at soldiers.

I say we march north
towards Transalpine Gaul,

and over the mountains to freedom.

Rome is north.

And when we march past
we'll thumb our noses at them.

[Chatter]

There are many cities between here
and the Alps. Not just Rome.

And many of them
would be more than happy...

- to pay us our back wages.
- Then we march!

[Cheering]

Yesterday, you had your fun with me
in the Senate.

Today, let's get down to business.

This Spartacus is turning a rabble
into a real army.

I don't think that
we can count on him...

doing anything as ill-conceived
or impetuous as attacking Rome.

Still, it would probably be wise,

as someone has already suggested,

to strengthen the city walls.

Those would be large contracts.

Plenty enough to go around.

But if you really want to be confident
about Rome's security--

I cannot support
your bid for consulship.

General of the next army
sent against Spartacus.

60/40 on the contracts.

I make no promises.

I also think we should make an example.

There are 100,000 slaves in Rome...

and they have all heard
the story of Spartacus.

What do you propose that we do?

I say we make
the price of rebellion painfully clear.

What is it?

[Panting]
200 Roman slaves...

picked at random...

and burned alive
this morning.

Hold, Crixus.

We can't sacrifice everyone to save a few.

We're moving on.

[Groans]
The stench is appalling.

Breathe deeply, Flavius.

This is the smell of Crassus'
new world order.

Although it goes beyond anything
I would have thought him capable of.

[Thunder Rumbling]

I'm sorry. The child is dead.

Varinia?
She must rest.

[Breathing Rapidly]

Our son.
No.

You're alive.
That's what matters most.

I have failed you.

There will be others.
I promise.

[Sobbing]

Our scouts indicate that the slave army
is headed toward the Alps.

But what message does that send...

to the hundreds of thousands of slaves
in the republic if we just let them go?

It pains me to say it,
but Crassus is right.

We have to stop Spartacus.

But no more city cohorts.

We must bring down
the sixth and the seventh legion
from Transalpine Gaul.

Frontier troops.

The slaves have never encountered
experienced soldiers before.

Agreed.

And we might even go
one step further...

and say that such experienced troops...

require a commander of firm resolve
and unshakable dedication,

which is why I nominate as general...

Publius Maximus.

[Assembly Muttering In Agreement]

I never promised you
leadership of the new army.

Did it ever occur to you
that I might be exactly
what Rome needs right now?

If Spartacus defeats this army
and turns on Rome,

where will your precious
little democracy be then?

It reminds me of the Nestos Valley
where I grew up.

I thought you didn't remember
anything about Thrace.

I remember a few things.

Our farm. Sheep and goats.

You still have kin there?
No.

I know that your mother
died in childbirth but you
never talk of your father.

My father's dead too.

How?
He was the village headsman.

The Romans crucified him because
our people were late with their taxes.

We have never talked
of where you and I will go
once we leave here.

We haven't left yet.
And at this rate...

Did you notice on the road
how quiet it was?

The slaves
have stopped joining us.

They're afraid.

Rome has made its decision.

They won't let us go without a fight.

We saw two full legions encamped
less than ten miles north of here.

Can we get around them?
They've blocked all major passes.

[Spartacus] Their general?
[Gannicus] Publius Maximus.

[Spartacus]
What do we know about him?

[Gannicus] He runs his army firmly.
Fierce but unimaginative.

[David] Two legions.
[Spartacus] Frontier soldiers.

We'd better start fighting early
or we�ll still be killing them by moonlight.

[Spartacus] We won't surprise this army
at night like the last one.

This battle is on their terms.

How do we fight that?

I remember a story
about Hannibal fighting a rock.

A foolish tale.
Tell me.

In the Alps, Hannibal's army came
to a pass blocked by a huge rock.

No way around it. For three days
and nights he thought.

And then it came to him.

He ordered fires built against the rock.

The wood that they had carried for themselves
was sacrificed to the rock.

Oh, how the people cried.

But when the fires burnt out,

he ordered vinegar
to be poured on the hot rock.

And?

- It cracked.
- [Laughs]

Nordo, you're a genius.

You cannot beat the rock...

unless you use the strength
of the rock against itself.

The advantage of the Roman army
is size and discipline.

But if you force their lines together,

their strength becomes their weakness.
The rock will break against itself.

If the slaves don't move out soon,
drive them out with the archers.

Gannicus, your cavalry will attack
the Roman cavalry on the wings,

and destroy them or draw them away.

Next, we drive off their skirmishers
with slings and arrows,

and then you, David, will charge the center.

On my signal,
break ranks in the middle of your line...

and make them believe
you're running for your life.

The Romans expect us to run
and will charge after you into the center.

Crixus, wait for my signal--
not a moment before.

Enough talk. Let's fight.

Tell the skirmishers
to move forward.
Skirmishers!

[All Chanting, Indistinct]

[Chanting Continues]

Send in the first line.
First line!

[Horn Blowing]

Hyah!

- [Chanting]
- Since when do slaves
fight with cavalry?

Stop the Romans!

[Grunting]

[Yells]

[Commander]
Cavalry back!

[Screaming, Grunting]

Slings and arrows!

[Grunting]

- Now!
- [Yelling]

[Publius]
Hold your position!

[Soldier] Stand firm!

Kill him!

- They're killing them!
- Stay where you are!

Signal the retreat!

- [Blows Horn]
- Pull back! Pull back!

They're breaking, my Lord.
Finally.

Allow them men to follow at will.
And take no prisoners!

[Shouting]

[All Chanting, Indistinct]

[Chanting Continues]

[Rhythmic Rattling]

Charge!
[Yells]

Come on!

I killed him! Publius Maximus is dead!

[Shouts]

[Cheering]

[Flies Buzzing]

[Horse Whinnies]

Where is the rest
of the Roman cavalry?

-Those we didn't kill, we drove off.
- In which direction?

South, I think.

We've left the camp unguarded!
Give me your horse!

Hyah!

Whoa!
Varinia!

Varinia!

Varinia!

[Spartacus] Varinia!

[Panting]
We fought back
as best we could.

We... We...

It's all right.

- What are you doing out here?
- Thinking.

You shouldn't be off
by yourself like this.

Am I in danger?

She's carrying my child.

I was trying to pray
but I don't know who to pray to.

My people pray to a god
who doesn't answer.

Who leaves it up to us
to decide how to behave.

A good god for a free man.

Not when answers are what you need.

Maybe that's the price we pay
to live in a world where we get to choose.

- What is it?
- Crixus.

Why should we leave?

Rome threw their best at us
and we slaughtered them.

We cannot fight
the whole Roman army.

Let them come. I will hammer
them to an early grave.

And when we've destroyed
their armies, we will be kings!

[Cheering]

[Slave #1] We are with you!
[Slave #2] Yeah!

Unless, of course, you haven't got
the stomach for it.

In that case, run away.

No one here will stop you.

If we separate we will be destroyed.

No.

Crixus is right.

He is right!

How clearly my wise brother Crixus
sees the future.

Why should we run?
But let's not settle for a little plunder.

Let's turn south, march to the sea
and cross the straits to Sicily.

The slaves there will surely join us,

and we'll be kings of the island,
the breadbasket of Rome.

And they'll come crawling to us,
begging for mercy.

- Who is with me?
- [Cheering]

Spartacus.

Who is he?

What kind of man
am I dealing with?

Everybody blames me for this mess.

Nobody has suffered like I have.

I'm ruined. I've lost everything.

My villa burned down,
my slaves run away,

the school and 30 years
of work destroyed.

Perhaps this
will ease your suffering.

Thank you, my Lord.

Spartacus?
Oh, yes, yes.

Um, you met him once,

Spartacus.

He was one of two pairs
you hired a year ago...

to entertain Cornelius
and Helena Lucius.

Terrible thing,
their murder.

I never trusted him. My trainer,
Cinna, thought the world of him...

but I always thought
that he was trouble.

Too much pride.

I heard rumors that Spartacus was wed.

[Laughs]
You mean Varinia?

That bitch from hell disguised as an angel.

I never get sentimental about slaves.

I mean, they're animals, nothing more.

But those two, they worked something out.

You could see it
when they looked at one another.

How did he become a slave?

They say that as a young boy,

he watched his father crucified.

His father.

If we split up before we're ready
for Orsino, we're doomed.

Our strength is in our numbers.

We could go.

Just you and I.
Leave them to this madness
if that's what they want.

We are entitled to a life.

These people put their trust in me.

How can I desert them?

You are an honorable man.

But if you are dead it will be
of little comfort to your son.

What else do I have to leave him
but my honor?

Two legions destroyed!

And now the slave army,
glutted with blood and victory,

turns south,
perhaps to sack Rome herself.

We have listened
to the fainthearted
for too long.

No more half measures.

I pledge upon the sacred honor
of my ancestors...

to raise and equip six full legions
at my own expense.

I will lead this army myself,

and I will stamp out this rebellion
for once and for all.

[Senator] Yes!
[Senators Shouting]
Yes! Yes! Yes!

Noble Senators!

Do not rise to this honeyed bait!

What Crassus proposes
is nothing less than a private army...

answerable only to himself.

Consider the consequences
to the republic...

if one man were to be given
such terrible power.

Consider the consequences
if Spartacus gets inside these city walls.

This is no longer
a mere question of pride...

or economic impact.

Our national security is at stake.
Our very lives.

Only a fool or a traitor
could possibly oppose
such measures.

[Senator] Yes!
[All] Crassus! Crassus!

Soldiers of Rome,

never before...

has the republic
been more in need of your courage,

your strength, your determination.

Our lives, our families,

civilization itself,

stands at an abyss,

upon the brink of destruction.

And I say to you,

let every man here today
simply do his duty,

as I have no doubt he will,

and we will defeat the evil at hand.

History has given us this role,

and we will fulfill it.

There can be no hiding place...

for those who would strike terror...

into the heart...

of the greatest nation known to man!

Three cheers for Marcus Crassus,
the savior of Rome!

[All]
Crassus! Crassus! Crassus!

Crassus! Crassus! Crassus!

Don't the legions
traditionally cheer Rome
when they depart?

Crassus thinks he is Rome.

We may win this battle
with the slaves...

but lose the war
over Rome's soul.

We need to enlist some allies.

Caesar will help.

He has a much more
practical approach to politics.

You mean he can be bought.

Contact him, Flavius.

Tell him...

I wish to correspond
with Pompey the Great.

[Crowd Chanting]
Crassus! Crassus! Crassus!
Crassus! Crassus!

We will meet in three months,

and then you will ferry the army
across the straits to Sicily.

I suggest we meet at Calabria.

There are no Roman garrisons
and I can bring the boats close to shore,

where it will be easier to load your people.

The next installment.

The rest you get
when we reach Sicily.

[Men Groaning]

Orsino?

If you betray us,
I'll find you wherever you go,

- and I'll kill you myself.
- Unless you are killed.

Glabrus and Publius Maximus
underestimated me too.

It didn't end well for them.

I have no reason to betray you,
Spartacus.

You are richer than any Roman,
and far more generous.

Spartacus, Rome has sent
a new army against us.

I think you'd better
see this one for yourself.

[David]
The camp looks heavily fortified.

How many legions?
I count six standards.

- Commander?
- We caught one of their scouts.

Their general is Marcus Crassus.

Crassus.

You're uneasy, my Lord?

He's out there...
somewhere, as we speak.

The slaves took over a fort
barely ten miles from here.

- Their scouts are watching us.
- No. No, no.

He is watching us.

Spartacus.

I can feel him.

[Panting]

Spartacus.

- Attack! Attack! Attack!
- Is that your answer for everything?

It is the warrior's answer, not the slave's.

Have a care, Gaul, how you talk to me
or I'll cut that throat.

Enough.

We dealt with Publius.
We can deal with this.

Publius was nothing
compared to this.

And how do you know?

We've met this man.

He paid a fortune to watch men
from different tribes fight to the death.

[Grunting, Groaning]

This is a merciless, calculating man
commanding the best army
money can buy.

But he still bleeds red,
and I say attack!

And I say no,
and I'm still the commander!

For now. For now!

When it's time to fight,
we'll be glad he fights with us.

Our position is good.

I say we wait
and let Crassus come to us.

He's picked a good solid defensive position
and he shows no signs of leaving it.

He wants us to come to him.
And we will.

Is that wise?
Both Glabrus and Publius
played into his hands.

Exactly.

I will advance as he expects me to,
with three full legions,

the arrogant Roman falling into his trap.

However, you and Mummius will take
the other three legions behind him.

We will penetrate his defenses
from front and behind,

and trample them like daisies.

Listen.

Do not, under any circumstances,
attack without my command.

Crassus has mobilized,
his men are marching against us.

They don't seem to be
in any hurry to get here.

[Soldier] Halt!
Have the men rest for an hour.

I don't want them tired,
I want fresh limbs for the slaughter.

Mummius and Servius must be given
plenty of time to get into position.

Yes, my Lord.
Stand the men down!

[Chatter]

Look at them.
They have no idea we're here.

[Soldier]
I'll send word to Crassus.

Why share the glory
that could be ours alone?

Spartacus!

We're being flanked!
They're attacking
from the rear!

But in order to do that
he had to split his forces.

- How long before
they reach our front lines?
- Two, maybe three hours.

Time enough.

Grab your weapons!

You come in good time.
The attack begins shortly!

My Lord, the troops under Servius
and Mummius have been destroyed.

The generals have been
taken prisoner.

[Chatter, Laughter]

[Crixus]
We have your generals, Crassus!

[Slave #1] Where's your great
Roman army now, Crassus?

[Slave #2]
What's next?

[Men Shouting, Laughing]

- [Crixus] You're next, Crassus!
- Tell the men to withdraw!

What shall we do
with these great Roman generals?

- Kill them.
- [All] Kill them! Kill them!

Kill them?

Who would throw away
a fortune?

Aristocrats.
Sons of important families.

What would Rome pay
to have them back?

[Slave] We could live well
on the ransom.

You speak of ransom
like we're thieves.

These men made whores
of our daughters
and gladiators of our sons.

We had to fight for their entertainment.
They should fight for ours!

[Cheering]
Fight!

[Cheering Continues]

This isn't justice.

This is revenge.

Don't lie to yourselves.

Do this and you'll become
what Rome tried to make you--
animals!

- Fight!
- [Cheering]

There can be no greater shame...

for a Roman soldier...

than cowardice in the face of the enemy.

Our founding fathers understood this...

and they had an answer for it.

Decimation.

[Shouting, Cheering]

Count off!

[Crowd Chanting]
Fight! Fight! Fight!

[Slave] Fight like men!

[Shouts]

[Screams, Groans]

[Chanting]
Kill! Kill! Kill!

Every tenth man step forward.

Now wipe away the shame...

that stains your honor
and the glory of Rome.

You executed 150 of your own men?

Roman citizens.

Discipline distinguishes the Roman army...

from every other army in the world.

Discipline or brutality?

And where is Spartacus now?

Traveling south, tracked by my troops.

His goal remains unclear.

But I believe that he means
to move against Sicily.

Noble Senators, we need not dwell long
on noble Crassus' failure.

Let him retire in disgrace...

and let us recall
Pompey and Lucullus at once.

Recall them as you wish...

but retire me...

at your own peril.

It will take weeks
for Pompey to move his troops.

Do you think
that Spartacus will sit...

and wait patiently for him to arrive?

He is...

a contaminating parasite!

And he crawls from limb to limb...

and organ to organ...

until the great body of this republic...

has been brought to its knees.

Now then,

I may not meet Agrippa's
exalted standards as
commander in chief...

but for better or for worse
I am your only miracle.

I am your only cure.

It's all a bluff on Crassus' part,
don't you think?
He's beaten.

For someone who's just
suffered a humiliating defeat,

he seems very sure of himself.

Crassus has something up his sleeve.

The question is, what?

Orsino. May I offer you something to eat?

No. Thank you.

I had just finished
my lunch when your...
invitation arrived.

Sit down.

I expect that you're aware
of our dilemma
with the so-called slave army?

Along with the rest
of the world.

I have concluded that
the slave general, Spartacus,

intends to leave by sea.
Why would you conclude that?

Because it's all he can do.

And because he seems to show
an inordinate interest in plunder,

leading me to wonder
what he is planning to buy or whom.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Yes, you can. You will.

I can't believe
you'd disturb the understanding...

between my people and yours
for a group of slaves.

Consider the long-range
costs.

Spartacus will leave
the country or he will die.

Either way, he will be gone.

Where as Rome
and I shall still be here.

And you will be made
to suffer the consequences.

- [Laughs] Rome has no navy.
- I'll build one!

Because either you are with me
or you are against me.

The coastline of Calabria.

[Shouting]

Set up the signal.
Let them know we are here.

[David]
How long will it take them
to get here?

By tomorrow. Time enough
for us to catch our breath.

Hurry up or I'll have
the lot of you whipped!

Get that in here!

[Soldier] Get it in place, you dogs!

You, move that stuff over!

[Soldier] Put your back into it!

Spartacus!

They've gone.

It's a trap.

It's a trap!

[Centurion] Archers!

I've got you now,
you son of a whore.

Get back to work!

Fight, starve, or surrender.
Those are our choices.

We're trapped.
We'll never get past that wall.

Perhaps we can make a deal.

[Centurion] Rider approaching!

Stand down!
[Centurion] Hold your weapons!

Spartacus.

I'm told I saw you fight once.

I remember.
I don't particularly, but then...

I have seen so many gladiatorial contests...

and all slaves do look alike.

Except the one who cuts your throat.

Well, I wouldn't try that.
There are archers on the walls behind me.

You wouldn't stand a chance.

I have a proposition for you.
My people go free.

They leave the Roman Empire
and I surrender to you.

[Laughs]

I can't accept those conditions.

Unconditional surrender for all of you--
man, woman and child.

Spartacus...

where did you acquire
the arrogance to believe...

that you could possibly challenge
the undefeated Roman Empire?

I have you to thank.

That day at Capua.

Drab--
the man who tried to spear you.

I don't understand. He inspired you?

He showed me how to fight back.

But you, Roman, you gave me a reason.

I don't need to negotiate.
Your food can't last,

you've nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

- And I have all the time in the world.
- Do you?

My scouts tell me
that Pompey has been recalled.

What glory will be left for you
when he arrives?

I will destroy your army...

and then I will wipe away
even the memory of your existence...

from the face of this earth.

- That is your fate.
- And this is yours.

[Screams]

Help me!

For the love of Rome, Marcus!

[Cheering]

I will cut down every tree in this land...

and then I will erect crosses enough
for you and your mongrel tribe.

Look for me in battle, Roman.

- I'll be looking for you.
- I'm yours.

[Screams]

[Servius Screams Echoing]

How could you do this?
How could you crucify?

The Romans need to be reminded
that we are not beaten.

And our people need to be reminded
of the price of defeat.

You're becoming one of them.

I'm not the oppressor.
That justifies it?

- We were fighting for more than our lives.
- This is about survival.

Yours, mine, our child's, everyone's.

And I will do what I must
to assure that.

Speak for yourself.

For me? For our son?

It's not worth it.

They need to be light.
Light but strong.

These need to be longer.
15 feet will do it.

Get it done.

Very low.

[Gasping]

[Gasps]

My Lord,
they're attacking the wall!

Where?
North. Near the Bay of Euphemia.

Move all of our
available troops there.

Now!
Yes.

Sound the alarm!

[Horn Blowing]

Weapons ready!

Wait!

Wait.

- It's not him.
- [Centurion] Lower your arms!

[Mooing]

[Laughing]

[Laughing, Sobbing]

[Laughing]

And while Crassus was distracted
by the flaming livestock,

the army of Spartacus
climbed the walls and escaped.

I'd have paid a lot to see Crassus' face
when he found that out.

Meanwhile, Pompey
has landed at Minturnae.

If l may ask what it cost?
Well, it was very expensive...

but it was worth it.

Pompey will defeat Spartacus
and then claim all the credit, as usual.

Crassus will be denied his victory.

And if we're very lucky...

Spartacus will defeat them both.

[Gannicus] To the south,
Crassus follows close.

While to the north Pompey
and his legions have landed.

- We should turn and attack.
- Attack Crassus? Insane.

Not Crassus or Pompey, but Rome.

It's the last thing they'd expect.
With good reason.

You won't scale Rome's walls
with a rope and a ladder.

No. We will march north.

Avoid Pompey, and get over the Alps,

- like we should have done before.
- So it's my fault, is it?

- Who led us into the trap at Rhegium?
- Orsino.

No. Spartacus.

- You chose me as your leader!
- Well, no more!

In my tribe,
any man can challenge to be king.

No, David, this is my fight.

Put your weapons down, this is foolish.
I beg you, don't do this.

You were right,
it was always going to come to this.

- [Grunts]
- [Groans]

We need you, Crixus.

Crixus doesn't need you.
Crixus doesn't need anyone!

Where will you go?
Where my feet take me.

Have you enough food?
What we don't have,
the Romans will give us.

We made Rome tremble, didn't we?

Who else can say that?

No one.

We march!

[Baby Crying, Dogs Barking]

My Lord, all the Gauls under Crixus
have left Spartacus' army.

- They're marching away.
- Where are the Gauls headed?

They're making camp by Lake Lucania.

And with Pompey at least two days'
march away, he can't know this.

[Groaning]

[Screaming]

[Screams Echoing]

[Varinia]
It's not your fault.

He chose his own path.

I failed him.

I failed you all.

Lucullus and five legions
have landed at Brindisium,

a day's march north
and east of here.

We might have been able
to slip past Pompey...

but not both Pompey and Lucullus.

We can't go forward.
We can't go back.

And we can't wait
for these three armies to join...

or we'll be crushed between them.

Tomorrow we'll turn and attack Crassus.

Maybe we can catch him off guard.

He who stops to loot is executed.

Nothing slows us down.

The child is well?

I think he will be a blacksmith,
the way he hammers on me.

I want you to promise
that whatever happens
to me tomorrow,

that you will live.

That you won't
take your own life.

And be a slave again?
You haven't the right
to ask that of me.

But I do.
There is no life without you.

I am not important.
Not to me?

Not to your son?

You were right, Varinia.

Vengeance alone is not enough.

To become like your enemy
is to lose to him.

And what's important
isn't our living or our dying...

but this new thing we've created,
however briefly.

A world without slaves.

And if you die,
who will tell that story?

Live so that I will live.

So that we will live on.

So that it won't be wasted
or forgotten.

And I promise you,

I'll always be with you.

Look. That's where I will be.

Know that I'll always be there.

- Forgive me, I overslept.
- [Laughter]

We brought you a present.

- He's beautiful.
- Fit for a king.

I'm not a king.

I'm something better.

A free man.

I thank you for your generosity.

But I'll fight beside you
and your fate will be mine.

If we win, we'll each have
a horse of our own.

And if we lose, we won't need them.

[Laughter]

You're the finest soldiers in the world.

And it has been an honor to fight with you!

[Shouting]

Spartacus!

[All Chanting]
Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

[Chanting, Indistinct]

This is Crixus' way of battle.

No fancy tactics.

Head on.
One strong arm against another.

[Chanting]

Don't be greedy! Crassus is mine!

[Laughter]

For Rome!

Spartacus...time to die!

Freedom!

[Shouting]

The baby! It's started.

It's all right.

[Centurion] Release!

[Groans, Screams]

[Groaning]

[Screams]

[Inaudible]

[Inaudible]

Spartacus, you have a son.

[Screaming]

[Soldier] We found her!
We found the wife of Spartacus!

Take the baby. No!

Stay!

[Gasping, Panting]

Varinia.

[Baby Crying]
No!

No!

No!
Shh.

No!

No! [Sobs]

[Crying]

We think he was
a close friend of Spartacus.

What is your name?

Speak!

[Sighs]

I won't lie to you. You're going to die.

But yours can be a painless death.
I can do that.

[Beating Continues]

Crucify the prisoners.

My Lord,
there are upwards of 6,000.

All of them.

Yes, my Lord.

You will watch them die...

and you will be the last.

And when you are nailed to the cross
and hanging there...

I will be there.

My Lord, Pompey's troops are nearby and
have captured those slaves who escaped.

Pompey is on his way to Rome
to claim your victory as his own.

[All Chanting] Pompey! Pompey!

I merely did what
any son of Rome would do.

You do me too much honor.
They were just slaves, after all.

Senators, we must not in this
overlook the noble Crassus.

Caesar makes an excellent point.

Crassus has certainly played a part,
oh, a very workmanlike role.

And he certainly deserves
some public recognition.

Not a triumph perhaps.

Er...maybe an ovation,
our secondary honor,

such as we sometimes give
to a victorious athlete.

[Pompey] Indeed.
Now is the time to be generous.

An ovation for Crassus.

I have fielded and equipped...

six full legions.

I have led them in battle myself.

I've endured innumerable hardships.

And l have stamped out...

the greatest threat
that Rome has known since Carthage.

And I am...to be rewarded...

with some trivial, secondary honor?

Senators, this is a day for Rome to rejoice.

For Romans to forget our differences
and unite.

The position of consul remains vacant...

because, for too long, political rivalries
have prevented us filling it.

And now, for candidates,
could there be anymore qualified,

more deserving
than these two glorious heroes?

And therefore I propose...

that Pompey and Crassus
both be made consul.

Co-consulship.

I would be...honored
to serve with Marcus Crassus.

If it is the Senate's wish.

This would be highly irregular.

- Never in the history of--
- New times require new measures.

- What say you, Senators?
- [All] Yes!

[Hammering]

[Hammering Continues]

Why won't you speak with me, Varinia?

[Sighs]

What was he like, Spartacus?
What was he like?

He was just a man.

A simple man.
No.

He was a professional killer.
He was an outlaw.

And he was an enemy
of everything fine and decent.

If you already have the answer
then why ask?

Because you waste your tears on him.

In five years we won't even
remember his name, I promise you.

Then why does he
still matter to you?

Spartacus was something
the world has never seen before.

He was something different.

He was the way that people
might be if they chose.

I can be something different.
I can be s--

[Clears Throat]
I can be someone else.

Yes.

Varinia...

please...love me.

Love me.

He was something
that you could never be.

[Crowd Chanting] Kill! Kill! Kill!

Death...death...death!

No!
Don't like the way it ends?

I...am...Spartacus!

Get out.

Get out!

[Hammering]

[David Groaning, Gasping]

Here I am.

Do you still have nothing to say?

I will be back.

And I will be millions.

[Screams]

Oh, don't look at me like that.

I've lost, Flavius.

Rome has lost.

Outflanked by that toady Caesar.

Don't you mean Crassus?

Caesar is the real beneficiary here.

Tell me some good news.
There is none.

Crassus has turned the Appian Way
into a graveyard.

6,000 crucifixions, I hear.

Whole forests cut down.

The tree lovers
will be up in arms.

The stench of rotting flesh
is unbearable.

But the corpse...

is Rome's.

Civilization hangs on the cross.

What have we done?

Now tell me some dirt. Gossip.

Well, I hear that Crassus has secretly
taken Spartacus' wife Varinia...

and keeps her and Spartacus' child
locked away in his house.

Treats her like gold,
but she scorns him.

Mm-hmm?
Even now, this Varinia?

War trophy, I imagine.

Can I have a drink?
Help yourself.

I would pay a lot...to steal her.

Are you out of your mind?

- It would be suicide.
- Two million sesterces.

�� [Martial Drumming]
We bestow upon Gnaeus Pompey
and Marcus Crassus...

the honorable and noble title
of co-consul of the Roman Empire.

From this moment on...

you are all...

free.

Here on the table is a scroll for each of you...

declaring you legally...

free.

Oh.
[Sobs]

[Crowd Cheering]

[Man]
Gnaeus Pompey!

Do not imagine
for one uneducated moment...

that I am unaware
of how you and Caesar...

denied me my rightful triumph.

You know why I am
so much more popular than you,
Crassus?

Because it is only natural
to prefer the rising sun...

to the one that sets.

Leave us.

- We haven't much time, Agrippa.
- Wait outside.

Why have you done this?

At first, it was just a thumb in Crassus' eye.

But the more I thought about it,
well...

A foolish old man's last gesture
of...redemption, maybe?

After I sobered up yesterday,

I started to meditate
as to how a handful of slaves...

could almost defeat
the greatest military power
in the world.

Do you know what I think?

I think that you fought
for your freedom,

for your children's lives,

the honor of your women...

and all that is good in the world.

And Rome fought for what?

The whip and the cross.

I love Rome,
but she's become a whore.

I despise what she is,
but I'm too old to leave her.

And in truth, I helped to make Rome
what she has become.

Agrippa, we have to go.

Yes, get the chariot ready.

What is your son's name?

Spartacus.

Spartacus.

[Sobs]
You shame me.

You shamed us all.

Flavius will lead you.

He is as loyal a Roman
as money can buy.

[Senator] Having thus imparted
to you my sentiments...

as they have been awakened
by the occasion, I shall take...

Where is Agrippa?
That pimp?

Who cares?

Where is she?

- Where is she?
- [Yells, Gasps]

[Groans, Exhales]

[Gasping]

Remarkable.

Whoa!

You're safe now.

Thank you.

Good luck.

[Giggling]

[Varinia]
And that is how we came here.

And how does the story end?

I don't know, Spartacus.

It becomes your story now...

and you must find
your own ending.