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The Governor wants to
reopen these trade routes.

The Celts' rebellion must
be quelled once and for all.

This territory must receive a
strong and unequivocal message.

Yes, Crow Tribune.

Kill them. Kill everybody.

Did you make me give up the pleasures
of the brothel for this disgusting thing?

What Caesar finds in
these provinces is a mystery.

Halving the Thracians is too expensive.

Their ferocity is
decimating our men.

I'm looking for something
new, Bellatore, something fresh.

They call him the Celt.
His people trained mares.

He is the last descendant.

Celt! Celt! Celt!

He's wasted up here in the
provinces, don't you think, master?

- Get away! Let it pass!
- Wide! Get off the street!

Move! Get out of the way.

- Let the gentlemen pass.
-Did you hear what he said?

Move away!

- The horse.
- Go back to your place, slave.

- The animal is suffering, monkey.
- Stopped!

Let me help the horse.

At your comand.

Don't worry, stay calm.

If you put pressure on the leg
there, it will feel a little less pain.

Forgive him, Cassia, he is a savage.

Get up.

Attack another horse.

Why did he kill him?

Because it was
the right thing to do.

Let's go.

I thank you.

Move!

A year in Rome and I have never
seen you look at a man like I slave.

-I don't know how he had the strength to do it.
-He was full of muscles.

- That's not what I was talking about.
- Are you sure?

Oh, please.

Here it is, look.

We are at home.

- Coachman, what's happening?
- Le Vinalia, Cassia.

The streets are blocked
by hordes of drunks.

- What do you want to do?
- Let's go.

Cassia! Cassia!

- You go to the villa.
- Wait!

- There was a stable there, remember?
- How I missed Pompeii!

I'm so happy to
be back for Vinalia.

I remember everything.
Every statue, every corner.

- Do you miss Rome?
- I already forgot about it.

Cassia! I'm so
happy to see you.

How come you're already back?
We were waiting for you after Vinalia.

I was eager to leave Rome.

Too many arrogant men
who flatter you with their lies.

I feel like my little
girl has grown up.

Father, you are crying!

Don't tell anyone or I will no
longer have any bargaining power.

We missed you.

By Juno's tits,
it's all your stuff'?

You are the first woman
who managed to sack Rome.

- Did you meet someone'?
- Nobody worth talking about.

Don't worry. Your father has already
informed the bachelors of the city.

Oh, no, seriously?

Come on, you have to tell me everything
about Rome. I have missed you so much.

Welcome to your
new home, savages.

Move!

Stop.

- Untie them.
- Free these animals.

Vires! Oh, how I missed you!

How beautiful you are.

- He's happy to see you, Cassia.
- I find him in excellent shape.

- Thank you, Felix.
- I'll make sure it's ready for tomorrow morning.

- I'll take care of it myself.
- Thank you. See you tomorrow then.

Atticus, that's the Celt.

- Which Celt?
- The Celt.

They say he's
faster than you too.

They always say that about everyone.

He wants to know your name, man.

Say the name of the
man who killed his brother.

He wants to know my name'?

Two rations of wine
on the Tracio Grosso.

Two rations of wine? I'm in.

- Explains.
- He didn't start it, he was eating.

Bellator!

Your job is to take care of
these men, or am I wrong?

You mustn't allow them
to massacre each other,

I don't want to, if no one
pays to see the show.

I'm sorry, master.

That's gone.

This one... can be recovered.

Next time,
Bellatore, you'll pay.

It doesn't end here, slave.

Open the cell!

Close!

I lost two rations of
wine because of you.

Are you thirsty'? Agree.

What's up?

Vires!

Vires!

Wake up, beggar.

Everyone standing.

Take it easy.

If I wanted to kill you,

I would have done it already, don't you think?

What's your name?

We'll have to talk at some point.

No, however. We'll just have
to kill ourselves at some point.

My name shouldn't interest you,
just as I don't care about yours.

All out. Move!

You're getting old, Atticus.

There's plenty of young meat
itching to tear the champion apart.

When I win in the arena
tomorrow, I will be a free man.

It's Roman law and you
can't do anything to stop it.

Atticus, my champion, tomorrow you
will have the honor of closing the games.

But first, let me see if I have

found an opponent worthy of you.

At that time...

Who is the poor bastard who has
to die in exchange for my freedom?

You're out of luck.

Very unfortunate.

But I'm not going to kill you.

I'll leave you a
chance, for tomorrow.

You've earned a reputation, but

not by fighting a
gladiator like me.

Finish it, Atticus!

It was too predictable a movement.

Was this too predictable too'?

- Bellator!
- Let me pass. Get up, you beggar.

Get back to training.

Why did you save my life?

No gladiator should die
from a blow from behind.

When you kill, you must do it
while looking at your opponent's face.

I promise I will kill
you like this tomorrow.

Looking you straight in the eyes.

I too make you a promise.

When the time comes,

you will die very quickly and you
will have my eyes fixed on you.

Don't worry. Your project
is focused and brilliant.

Only a fool would advise
the emperor against investing.

We trust in the
wisdom of his delegate.

Senator, I hope you will forgive me
for not coming to the port to receive you.

Severo, you are very busy.
I understand it perfectly.

With a wife as delightful
as yours, it's normal

not to want to deprive
yourself of her company.

I am Senator Quinto Attio Corvo.

May the gods bless
your gracious hospitality.

- You are welcome, Senator.
- What news do you bring us from Rome?

How does the new emperor behave?

The "new" emperor?

Tito behaves well. The
people adored Father

Vespasian, and remained
faithful to his son too.

- As the gods ask.
- Exact. Severo, I have a question to ask you.

On my way here I noticed that some of your
villagers had their backs turned to me.

As far as you know, is there any bad
mood or resentment towards Rome?

No, no, nothing like that.
Perhaps there is a small

minority of the population
who opposes our plans.

But our project will offer
the people a new aqueduct,

better sewers, bigger
baths, and a second arena.

We will make Pompeii reborn.

Why did he get annoyed
when I said "new emperor"?

He's a politician.
With him you have to calibrate every word.

We'll get the deal done.

He wouldn't be here if the
emperor wasn't interested.

Why did my father invite a
Roman senator into our house?

And how could you allow it?

If we want the patricians to
invest here we have to please them.

Do we have to please them? Do you
have any idea what's happening in Rome?

Everything has changed
since Tito came to power.

The emperor surrounds
himself with unscrupulous

men, accustomed to
taking everything they want.

Casia, why did you come back early?
What happened in Rome?

I was simply tired.

Mother, is that Vires?

Vires! Vires!

What happened?

Where's Felix'?

- I know tomorrow is your last fight.
- Exact.

After I kill you, they
will finally let me go free.

They won't. Not while
your arm is still strong.

- Rome promises freedom.
-Are you convinced that she will keep her promise?

I believe in Roman law.

There is only one
freedom for gladiators.

When you die inside the
arena, you die a winner

Because you never bowed to Rome.

Then this... is your future.

Dying as a slave.

But it won't be mine.
Rome will keep her promise.

Unfortunately you won't
be alive to see that I'm right.

- Are you sure'?
- Today you showed me your weaknesses.

Your left arm is less
strong than your right.

Then protect your ribs by
leaving your neck exposed.

And you should learn to land
the shot while shifting your weight,

and stop favoring the high
guard. It would make you less...

predictable.

This.

That.

And those two.

Stand up, slaves.

We have arrived.

You here.
And you, barbarian, next to him.

They are both excellent
fighters. He is a champion, and

the other was born and
raised in the imperial provinces.

I want to see the champion from behind.

Why are you so serious?

This is the pleasant
part of our job.

Hard.
Let's see the equipment in front.

For this inspection,
however, you have to pay.

And there will be the new arena,

specially designed
for chariot racing.

YES.

Very thorough, Severo.
But I don't think it's a

project particularly suited
to imperial investment.

Provincial activities do
not interest the emperor.

- To tell the truth, I understood that...
- No, no, unfortunately the emperor

is focused exclusively
on Rome. Luckily,

my horizons are much broader.

Well. He prepares the contract.

I will put my seal on it tomorrow.
After the games in the arena.

- It's time to make a toast.
- Of course, let's join the others.

I'd rather do it with Cassia.

My daughter'?

Look who's there.

The slave who spoke to the horses.

He is definitely of a fine breed.

You certainly cannot deny this.

Line.

Cassia.
Can I disturb you for a moment?

- Your presence has been requested.
- Yes, of course, father.

You'll need this, but it's not for you.

Cassia, I have the honor to introduce you...

Senator Corvo.

Sweet, Cassia.

Nice to see you again!

- You're delicious.
- Senator Corvo, I don't know what to say.

- And for me? How kind.
- Did you already know each other?

- Severo, are you still here?
- You didn't tell me you knew my daughter.

I'll tell you the rest
of the story tomorrow,

in the arena, when
I sign the contract.

I thank you.

Marco.

The Senator and Cassia
had already met in Rome.

I won't leave her alone with him.

She survived a year without us.

She sure can hold
him off for 10 minutes.

I thought a friendship
had arisen in Rome.

No, you had a liking.
But I never gave you any reason.

Your very presence
gave me reason to, Cassia.

Your beauty is not suitable
for just any country house.

A divine creature can only
dwell in the Eternal City.

Senator, I have no intention
of returning to Rome.

- Not even if I were to return as my wife?
- Your wife?

- Consider it a compliment.
- Senator Corvo,

you mistook me for one of the many
who throw themselves at your feet in Rome.

- I don't want to become your wife.
- An exuberant refusal.

I wouldn't have
expected anything less.

Enjoy the end of the
Vinalia, Senator. Good night.

Does this happen often?

It's the mountain.
She wakes up from time to time.

- I need this man, untie him.
- I... - Immediately.

Watch out!
Close the doors, quickly!

It's Vires!

- Please help him before he gets hurt.
- I'm the only one going in.

No.

- Let him pass.
-Cassia, he's a savage.

Let him pass.

Don't go, it's dangerous.

Move away.

Wait outside.

- How did you do it?
- I talked to him.

Did you already ride
before becoming a gladiator?

I rode before I walked.
My people trained horses.

- And he doesn't do it anymore?
- They were all massacred by the Romans.

- I am very sorry.
- Do you mind?

- What does a Roman know about these things?
- I'm not Roman.

- I am a citizen of Pompeii.
- But I see the Roman eagle everywhere.

I am not at fault.

After a year in Rome, I hoped
never to see that eagle again.

And yet I find it
everywhere, even at home.

My father wants to do
business with those beasts.

My father... He would have
killed every last one of them.

Cassia?

If they find you on your
horse they will punish you.

He responds!

Everything is fine?

- Stop him! Stop him!
- Guards!

What do you have?

- If they found you here with me...
- I'll say that I ordered it.

Here they are!

I have to bring you back.

No. You go and leave me here.

- If you run away, you will have a chance.
- To do what?

To be free.

And what will become of you?

Tell the guards that I took you
away by force. Which is my fault.

Get off that horse!

It wasn't his fault. The
horse got angry and ran away.

This slave saved my life.
He doesn't deserve to die.

- Did this slave hurt you?
-He didn't even touch me.

If I spared his life, what
would you give me in return?

- I do not understand.
- You understood my question very well.

I would appreciate your leniency.

Well...

It's your lucky day, slave.
Cassia saved your life.

Whose slave is this?

- My, Senator.
- Then I suggest you punish him appropriately.

15 lashes should be enough.

Ultimately, clemency is a virtue.

Father, stop this barbarity.

I can not do anything.

You saved his
life, be satisfied.

- Senator Corvo has a request to make you.
- To me?

This gladiator, when
will he fight tomorrow?

He will perform last. A two-person
encounter with my champion.

No. He will fight first,
and he will die first.

15 lashes without
even a complaint.

I should have stopped it.
Instead I sat there still thinking...

What made you feel alive?

She made me feel safe.

Such a man should
not die in the arena.

It's not your fault, Cassia.
He angered the Senator.

I believed that by leaving
Rome that man would forget

me, directing his attentions
to another poor victim.

I saw the look on his
face tonight, Ariadne.

The same look I saw in Rome.

But the Senator never
touched you, right?

Because I ran away
before he had the chance.

It's as if Rome
had followed me to

Pompeii to turn
my life upside down.

There is no better way
to prepare for a battle.

I hope it was worth it.

What a terrible waste of good wine.

Do you feel it too?

They are the gods. They
have a design for each of us.

For me for sure.

What do you mean?

Today I saw the man
who massacred my family.

Maybe the gods
spared me for this.

The Romans exterminated
my family 20 years ago.

At night I try to remember
their faces, but I can't.

I can only wait for the day when
the gods reunite me with them.

My name is Milo.

Attic.

You, come in there.

- Send the Celt into that tunnel.
- Shouldn't he challenge Atticus?

- We have received new orders.
- Yes sir.

And... Penthouse?

He will fight his last match as
decided against the Spartan.

It will be a good show anyway.

But Atticus will surely
beat him and become free.

- Is this what the people want to see?
- What do you mean?

Isn't it better to see a gladiator
find death than freedom?

Especially a death
as glorious as this.

Stop.

You, on that side.

You too, barbarian.

Senator, Crow.

Sweet, Cassia. Sit next to me.

Delight me with your wisdom.
Do you like this sport?

Men who kill themselves to
entertain people, it's not a sport.

They are everywhere and all new.

I have no time to waste, Greco.
What do you suggest?

- Don't you want to stop playing?
- Obviously not. Let's postpone them.

This arena has stood
for over 100 years.

He also survived
the great earthquake.

It could be dangerous,
don't you see?

I don't want to be responsible
for what might happen.

Don't worry, I take
all responsibility.

Rome would never finance
the reconstruction of the

city if we don't even
know how to put on a show.

Prepare the litter for me. She'll
be leaving town for a couple of days.

Walk.

Stop. Tie them up.

- What does it mean?
- It's your big moment, Atticus.

Your last day in the arena.

I had to fight a two-man match.

Bring your weapons.

Good luck, Atticus.

Those who go to die, salute you!

Thanks to the merceratism
of Marcus Cassius

Severus and for the
glory of the emperor Titus,

we are here to
represent the great

victory of Senator
Quinto Attio Corvo

and his suppression
of the Celtic rebellion.

The rebellion of the Celts?

Yes, your noble victory
for the Empire, Senator,

which reopened the
trade routes to the north.

The annals will
remember your great deed.

The honor of opening the games
in an equally glorious way is yours.

Severo, you flatter me.

You are becoming
a full-fledged Roman.

People of Pompeii!
That Jupiter and Venus

bless the Vinalia
and honor this show!

Let the games begin!

- It's not a battle.
- What?

- This is a massacre.
- How do you know?

Because I was there.

The rebellious Celts retreat.
They leave raped women and

disemboweled corpses on the
ground and return to their wicked tones

to dine on the flesh
of innocent victims.

This is what you trained for,
slaves. Stand up for yourself!

Quintus Attius Corvo grants
them the opportunity to surrender.

But mercy is an alien
concept to these savages.

And with death in his
heart, Quintus Attius Corvus,

orders his powerful legions,
in the name of the emperor,

to attack!

Shields up!

Let's reject them!

- And you call this sport?
- No, dear Cassia, it's not about sport.

This is politics.

- Are too many.
- Backwards.

Seriously, the battle didn't
exactly go LIKE THAT.

What do you find
beautiful in that slave?

He has everything
you don't have, Senator.

You will be happy to know that your
father has agreed to the marriage.

- What?
- I didn't agree to anything.

Because he knows that
if he doesn't, I will have to

report to Tito that your
father questioned the ability

of our "new" emperor to rule.

And in this case Tito will
have to hang the whole family.

Milo!

- If I agreed to marry you...
- Cassia...

If we got married, would
you spare my family?

Your family will
become my family.

You will enjoy the
protection of the emperor,

and the countless
benefits associated with it

- Senator.
- I will never surrender to the power of Rome.

- I will fight.
- It can't go that far.

Pompeii! Pompeii! Pompeii!

Send a detachment to the
arena immediately, quickly!

You were right, brother.

Rome's promises are all lies.

Life! Life! Life! Life! Life!

What do you plan to do?
Aurelia, don't come closer.

If you want to live, sit down.

Right away.

If you kill him now, with the
arrows of the Roman soldiers,

I will make you a martyr.
Is that what you want?

Start a revolution
against the emperor?

If you cancel my decision instead,
what will they say about you in Rome?

They will say behind your back that
you have a wife who doesn't obey you.

Think about what reputation you would get.

- You may marry me, but you will never bend me.
- I'll bend you,

you will stand up,
sit or kneel only

when I decide.
You understood me?

Proculus, have the guards take
her home and lock her inside her.

The wedding will be celebrated in Rome.

People of Pompeii!

People of Pompeii!
The God Vulcan speaks.

Vulcan declares that
man champion of Pompeii.

And he dictates that he must
personally challenge the power of Rome.

O great Volcano, we listen
to you and obey your will.

Proculus, come here.

Show those cowards what happens when
you dare to challenge the Roman Empire.

With pleasure.

Fast! Faster!
Hurry up, hurry up.

- What happens'?
- Don't touch it!

Leave her alone.

Cassia!

Thanks to Senator Quintus
Attius Corvo, the champion

of Rome, Marcus Proculus,
hero of the Celtic rebellion,

faces the new champion of

Pompeii, the Celta,
in a two-man fight.

For Emperor Titus.

- I know you.
- Really?

If you're looking for revenge,
I'm sorry, but you won't find it now.

Bring him another sword.

- The blade is damaged.
- Excuse me.

Let's have fun anyway.

Kill him. Kill him now.

No!

You are brave, I recognize.

But no savage can
ever defeat a Roman.

And 20 savages make it?

No! Wait.

Wait. Stopped.

- I'm happy to see you.
- Me too.

Aurelia.

Kill him.

Kill him, please.

After careful reflection,
I have decided not

to invest in your
useless little village.

At the port, quickly.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

Wide! Move!

Wide!

Street!

You! Come here!

Let me get on board.

Let him go up.

We must set sail immediately.

Cast off your moorings!

Help me... please.

You...

you have to help us.

- You have to save Cassia.
-She Where did she go?

She has to go away.

- Where are you going?
- I have to find her.

Milo, this is crazy. We have
to go to the port and board

- or the mountain will kill us all. Sh
e-she Risked her life for me.

She risked everything for me. Without her,
they would have killed us in the arena.

- Then I'll come with you.
- No.

You are now a free man.

I'll take care of her.

I'll wait for you at the port.

We see them.

The keys, give me the keys!

Cassia, they took the keys.

Where is she 'she?

Waterfall!

You came back to get me.

Drink, courage.

Thanks sister.

Watch me.

We have to get to the port.

It's suicide, go back.
Soon! Get out of the way!

Get away!

Thats enough! Kill them.
Kill everybody!

Row, you spineless people! Paddle!

Turn around!
You have to go back.

My baby!

Do not leave me!

Help my little girl!

It's the end of the world?

Why are the gods so angry?

- Milo!
- Attic!

I knew the gods wouldn't
take you, run like the wind.

And now I understand why.

- We have to go!
- No. The port is destroyed.

- We need another escape route.
- Let's escape to the south, to the hills.

- It's too far to walk there.
- Then let's go there.

In the arena'? Why?

Horses.

My parents.

I'm going to get the horses.

I beg you.

Go help your friend.

Attic?

Romans, everywhere.

Let's go.

- Make yourself comfortable, it's a long way to Rome.
- Why are you doing this to me?

The properties of Quintus Attius
Corvus will not be stolen by a slave.

- Proculus, there's no room for you.
- See you in Rome, Senator.

Crow!

A thousand denarii to the man
who brings me that slave's head.

- Leave it to me. You go.
- Attic...

The longer you wait,
the more you risk losing it.

I hope to see you soon.

A barbarian... cannot
die like... a Roman.

Let's see if a Roman...

he can die like a gladiator.

No.

I beg you. I beg you-

gladiators never pray.

Cursed. Cursed!

Wait, wait, wait.
Who are you to do this to me?

I am Senator
Quintus Attius Corvo.

You are worth nothing to me.
Nothing, Senator Quintus Attius Corvo.

You killed my family, you
slaughtered my people, and

if you haven't noticed, my
gods have come for you.

Wait! You can't leave me here!

Those who go to die...

they greet you.

I die a free man!

- Take the horse and run.
- No.

He's not strong enough,
he can't carry both of us.

- No, I won't leave you here.
- We have no other choice.

Go! Go!

I don't want to spend our
last moments running away.

Do not look.

Watch me.

Only me.