Spartacus
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- 1960
- 197 min
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In the last century
before the birth...
of the new faith
called Christianity...
which was destined to overthrow
and bring about a new society...
the Roman republic stood at the very
centre of the civilized world.
"Of all things fairest. "
sang the poet...
home of the gods is golden Rome. "
Yet even at the zenith
of her pride and power...
the Republic lay fatally stricken
with a disease called...
human slavery.
The age of the dictator
was at hand...
waiting in the shadows
for the event to bring it forth.
In that same century...
in the conquered
Greek province of Thrace...
an illiterate slave woman
added to her master's wealth...
whom she named Spartacus.
A proud. rebellious son...
who was sold to living death
in the mines of Libya...
before his thirteenth birthday.
There. under whip
and chain and sun...
he lived out his youth
and his young manhood...
dreaming the death of slavery...
Back to work!
Get up, Spartacus,
you Thracian dog!
Come on, get up!
My ankle, my ankle!
My ankle!
Spartacus again?
This time he dies.
Back to work, all of you!
- Welcome, Lentulus Batiatus.
- Welcome, indeed, my dear captain.
Eleven miles
through the disastrous heat...
and the cost
of hiring an escort-- ruinous.
Even so, I warrant you have nothing
fiit to sell me, have you, Captain?
I've wasted my time and my money.
Tell me the truth.
I think we have a few
you might be interested in.
What, these? Carrion!
The buzzards are late.
This one here's not bad.
He's a Gaul.
I don't like Gauls. Hairy.
-Can he come down from there unassisted?
-Come down, you!
Come down!
Be good enough
to show me the teeth.
- Open your mouth!
- Thank you.
Yes. As the teeth go,
so go the bones.
This mouth is
really impermissible.
- The fellow's made of chalk.
- We have others. Many others!
The sun's over there.
I have to pay these people.
Who's that?
This one's a Thracian.
- How?
- Starve him to death.
It's the only thing impresses slaves.
What a pity.
He reacts. Good muscle tone.
Can I see his teeth?
Open your mouth, Spartacus!
You smell like a rhinoceros.
Captain, you asked him to open
his mouth. He doesn't obey you?
His teeth are
He hamstrung a guard with them
not more than an hour ago.
Hamstrung? How marvellous!
I wish I'd been here.
I'll take him.
Let's look at some of the others.
Come along!
In spite of sickness and death,
we will profiit 11,000 sesterces!
Including your commission,
of course.
No, sir.
Without my commission.
Marcellus, there they are.
They're a dirty-looking lot,
but it's the best I could fiind.
No one else could have made
so fiine a choice.
Slaves...
you have arrived at the gladiatorial
school of Lentulus Batiatus.
Here you will be trained by experts
to fiight in pairs to the death.
Obviously, you won't be required
That will only be
after you've been sold...
and then for ladies
and gentlemen of quality...
those who appreciate
a fiine kill.
A gladiator's like a stallion:
He must be pampered.
You'll be oiled, bathed...
shaved, massaged,
taught to use your heads.
A good body with a dull brain
is as cheap as life itself!
You'll be given
your ceremonial caudas.
Marcellus, please. There.
Be proud of them.
those of you who please me...
will even be given
the companionship of a young lady.
Approximately half our graduates...
Iive for fiive, ten-- ten years.
Some of them
even attain freedom...
and become trainers themselves.
Marcellus.
I congratulate you.
And may fortune smile on most of you.
Marcellus, watch the second
from the right.
He's a Thracian. They were going
to kill him for hamstringing a guard.
- We'll break him of that.
- Don't overdo it. He has quality.
Next.
Next.
I like you.
I want you
to be my friend.
I want to be your friend.
All I ask is that
you get along with me.
What's your name, slave?
Spartacus.
I feel you don't like me.
Give him your sword.
Take it!
I have a feeling
you want to kill me.
This is the only chance
you'll ever get.
Kill me!
Don't be afraid, slave.
You have that sword.
I only have
this piece of wood!
Are you going
to disobey me?
Take his sword.
You're not as stupid
as I thought.
You might even be intelligent.
That's dangerous for slaves.
You just remember...
from now on, everything you do,
I'll be watching.
You did the right thing.
Every once in a while, Marcellus likes
to kill a man as an example.
Better watch him.
- How long have you been here?
- Six months.
I wish he'd pick me.
I want one chance at that pig
before they carry me out!
Quiet!
No talking down there.
You'll get us all in trouble,
just like in the mines.
What's your name?
You don't want
to know my name.
I don't want
to know your name.
Just a friendly question.
Gladiators don't make friends.
If we're ever matched
in the arena together...
I'll have to kill you.
Helena...
with Galino.
Patricia...
Crixus.
Priscilla...
David.
Claudia...
Pharox.
Varinia...
- Dionysius.
- No, no. Spartacus.
Spartacus.
Felicia--
I've never had a woman.
You have one now, Spartacus.
You must take her.
- Go away.
- What will she think of you?
Indeed, what will I think of you?
Go away.
Come, come. Be generous.
We must learn to share our pleasures.
I'm not an animal!
You're not trying to escape,
by any chance?
Direct your courage
to the girl, Spartacus.
I'm not an animal!
- I'm not an animal.
- Neither am l.
What's your name?
Varinia.
You'll have to take her
out of here, Marcellus.
You may not be
an animal, Spartacus...
but this sorry show
gives me very little hope...
that you'll ever be a man.
First rule:
You get an instant kill
on the red.
Here. Here.
Always remember:
Go for the red fiirst...
because if you don't,
your opponent will.
In the blue,
you get a cripple.
Here, here...
here and here.
Second rule:
Go for the cripple
before the slow kill.
Here's a slow kill
on the yellow.
Here, here...
and here.
Remember...
A slow kill may have enough left
in him to kill you before he dies.
With a cripple,
you know you've got him...
if you keep your distance
and wear him down.
The rest is all right
for a public spectacle in Rome...
but here at Capua we expect
more than simple butchery...
and we get it.
Spartacus, why are you looking
at that girl?
Varinia! Stand still.
Since all he can do
is look at girls...
all right, slave,
go ahead and look.
I said look!
No. No, this one
goes to the Spaniard.
Have a good night's rest,
Spartacus.
In there.
Woman!
I've warned you
about this kind of thing.
All right, bring them in.
No talking!
Move along there.
Did they hurt you?
No.
That's a kill.
One, two...
three, four, fiive.
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