Amazons and Gladiators
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- Year:
- 2001
- 94 min
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The nature of things
will always create and destroy.
The nature of Rome is
that it will destroy itself.
60 years after the birth of Christ,
into every corner of the known world.
Africa,
Europe,
and as far east as Babylon.
All roads led to Rome.
One of Caesar's greatest generals,
Marcus Crassius,
was a hero of the Punic Wars
and the man who captured Spartacus.
Crassius' fame spread
throughout the Empire.
His popularity soon rivalled Caesar's.
The people love
this Marcus Crassius, Sire.
Caesar decided to banish Crassius,
appointing him governor
of a province far from Rome.
Governor of some lost province
in the middle of nowhere.
Caesar honours you, General.
Caesar exiles me!
- Gallo!
- Good news, General?
- We've been promoted.
- Yes, General.
Frustrated by his new surroundings,
Crassius poured his wrath
upon the people.
He ruled them with an iron fist,
but rewarded them
with gladiator games.
His thirst for violence was insatiable.
But in a small village
in the province of Panne,
an unlikely hero was still a child.
In the name of Zenobia, I slay thee.
Serena!
Serena!
Yes, Mother, I'm here.
- Find your sister. Supper's almost ready.
- All right.
You feel nice.
- Don't you think we should slow down?
- No.
Don't you think I'm beautiful?
Yes.
Get off! Get off of her!
- Run, Gwyned, run!
- What are you doing?
- Protecting you.
- Will you get out of here?
But Samuel was attacking you again.
He wasn't attacking me.
Who's Samuel?
Serena, this is Matthew!
Matthew, this is
my younger sister, Serena.
- The girl!
- No!
No, no, no, no!
Mother.
General. A gift for you.
Please!
No! No!
Connal!
Father!
- Connal! No!
- Father!
Kill the woman!
Lay your hands on my mother,
and I'll kill you!
Will you, little one?
Careful, soldier,
you may lose the use of your knees.
No!
Perhaps the spitfire and her mother
will provide us with entertainment.
No, no, please. Don't hurt them. I beg you!
Hurt them?
I wouldn't dream of it.
This is your chance
to save your poor mother.
You might say that your mother's death
will be on your shoulders.
Mother.
Serena, save yourself.
- I can save us both!
- Gallo!
This could play well in the Coliseum
in Rome, don't you think?
- Possibly.
- Possibly.
Now.
Now.
If you hold on till this glass is empty,
we may let you and your mother live.
- Serena, you must live.
- No, mother, no.
- The Goddess will protect me.
- No, it's not your time.
I will always be with you.
Mother!
I'm sorry, Mother, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry, Mom!
Well, there it is.
I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry!
You didn't have to die, Mother.
Mom, I'm sorry!
No!
Move back.
Gwyned!
Mother.
What do we have here?
You.
She looks healthy.
Good, I'll take her.
- That's all you have left?
- Yes.
This one has burns,
I can't use her as a dancer.
She looks good, but not her.
- I'll take her. How much?
- Eight dinari.
- I won't leave without her.
- Quiet!
- How much for both of them?
- 14.
- I'll give you twelve.
- Done.
I knew the minute I bought her,
she was going to be my best dancer.
I want her.
Senator Angelo...
...the girl has not yet been plucked.
She is worth a great deal of money to me.
20 dinari.
Senator, she's my best dancer.
Very good, Senator.
Be careful with the master's jewellery.
More than one dancer
has been punished for losing a stone.
Kiss the air.
They say a woman's
always nervous the first time.
Don't worry. I know the Senator.
It'll be over quickly, take my word for that.
I won't do it. We're dancers, not whores.
Grow up!
Dancers are just slaves in pretty clothes.
Everything will be different
when we're free.
Will it?
We'll still just be women.
Men.
You are a beautiful woman.
You know, I think freedom
would look good on you.
Are you offering?
Maybe.
Sit.
I can't.
You will.
Enter.
What have we here?
An Amazon, Senator.
She was caught prowling the grounds.
An assassin, no doubt.
Sent by that b*tch, Zenobia.
Where is your princess hiding?
Caesar will pay handsomely
for her capture.
Not very talkative, I see.
We can change that.
I'd rather die a free woman
than live as a slave and a whore.
I have no doubt you would.
But you will live as a slave and a whore.
Watch and learn.
Get off! Get off!
Get off!
Senator!
You better come with me.
Well, you want to be free, don't you?
- Briana. Come on, we're leaving.
- Where's the Senator?
- The jackal's dead.
- Come on, we're free.
Are you mad? They'll hunt and kill us.
- Better hunted than in chains.
- Go.
Come on, we must hurry!
Come with us, you'll be free.
Go!
We'll practise later. Let's go.
I'm lone. What do they call you?
I'm Briana and this is Serena.
Will we meet her?
Refresh yourselves. Questions later.
Get them food and clothing.
- Mama!
- I told you I'd be back soon, sweet one.
- Where have you been?
- On a grand adventure.
Rule number one:
No man may enter our camp uninvited.
Rule number two:
No man may enter our camp uninvited.
Rule number three:
If a man enters our camp uninvited,
he may be killed.
Is that before or after?
All your life you've been a slave,
and you don't even know it.
Out there, women are the lowest of slaves.
But here we are free. And we won't let
anyone take that away from us.
Understand?
Yes, I understand.
No, you may leave here at any time.
You're free.
But if you wish to stay here,
you must obey our laws
and complete our training.
And if that is too much to expect from you,
you can leave now.
We'll stay.
You better get some sleep.
Your training begins tomorrow.
What kind of training?
Amazon training.
- What do you think?
- I don't trust her. We'll see.
I like her.
She did save us.
Watch my movement.
Attack me when you see my weakness.
Keep your eyes soft.
Don't focus on the details. See everything.
You don't have the skill to beat me,
you're just a little girl.
Maybe you should go back
You have the passion,
but don't let anger dictate when to strike.
It'll kill you one day.
What are you looking at?
Tight formation.
Remember the pattern of the butterfly.
Soft.
Strike your enemy. Like a cobra.
Slow down.
You're going to lose your precision.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
We start again, thanks to Serena.
She's good, this one.
What do you suppose fires her passion?
Vengeance.
The Governor's approaching.
Warm the bath.
Yes, throw the petals.
Daria, don't forget, pour slowly.
Ariel, thank you.
You're early.
- My bath?
- Hot and waiting. How was your day?
The usual. One cheats the other.
They ask me to arbitrate.
- And did you make a fair decision?
- A profitable one.
You always do.
Get in here.
Hey.
Serena.
Why don't you get up and get out of here?
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