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If only I could know now

how this day is going to end.

The evening will come,

and the ending will be known.

Hurry, Metellus!

Hurry!

- To the legions!

- To the legions, comrades!

Let them march compact

against Octavius' wing.

There the enemy front is weakened,

and a sudden assault will smite them.

- To the victory, for freedom!

Men, stay compact,

the victory is in our hands!

- For freedom!

- For freedom!

- For freedom!

- For freedom!

Comrades,

Brutus resists and then attacks,

Octavius' wing routs,

but we're exhausted,

our side is yielding to Anthony.

Cassius is counter-attacking over there.

Resist, fight, resist!

Orders to cover Cassius' retreat!

Brutus' orders:

"Cover the retreat of Cassius!"

Defend your encampments

to your last breath!

Retreat orderly, comrades!

Comrades, leave no enemies alive!

Titinius is surrounded

by Anthony's cavalry!

To your shields, comrades!

To the shields!

- To the shields! - Where are you

running to, cowardly beasts?

You must fear Cassius' wrath

more than the enemy's.

Come back and fight, bastards.

It's not over!

The field is lost!

The field is lost!

The sun of Rome has set.

Our day is over!

Comrades,

glory to the sacrifice of the fallen!

Glory to the fallen!

Glory to the fallen!

Glory to the fallen!

Silence.

I ask for silence

for our farewell.

I risked all the freedom in one battle,

and I lost.

In a day like the one today,

I breathed for the first time.

Now that my time is done,

I'll end it without remorse,

to go back there...

where everything begun.

Cassius has taken his life!

Glory to Cassius!

Are you still so

strong, Julius Caesar?

Your shadow roams

the plain of Philippi,

and turns our

weapons against ourselves.

Trebonius, help me die.

And I'm supposed to

do a thing like that?

Never, Brutus.

Metellus, you do it.

What, Brutus?

Are you really asking this of me?

Never ever!

Never!

- Take this sword.

- No, Brutus.

I'd rather kill myself.

Decius, my comrade.

My time has come.

No, it's not true, Brutus.

It is.

On the edge of the abyss,

it's more dignifying if we throw

ourselves in with our own hands,

than to let them throw us in.

Do you remember when

we went to school together?

We were sitting at the same desk.

Please.

No.

Let's escape, Brutus.

Let's save ourselves.

Strato, no.

Please, stay.

Take this sword

and tum your head away.

Help me die.

Can you do it'?

Give me your hand.

Farewell, my master.

Farewell, Strato.

Ever since I became acquainted with art,

this cell turned into a prison.

Cosimo Rega has published

a book "Sumino

'O Falco" Autobiography

of a life convict

Salvatore Striano after sewing his

sentence has become an actor.

Giovanni Arcuri has published

a book "Liberi dentro"

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