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It ties you to the old life.

I want you to begin

to look forward to the new.

I don't care

about my new life here.

You care about the life

of your child, don't you?

Why do you threaten me

with my baby?

I belong to you.

You can take me anytime you wish.

But I don't want to take you.

I want you to give.

I want your love, Varinia.

You think by threatening

to kill my child...

you'll make me love you?

I did not threaten

to kill your child.

I'm sorry, Varinia.

One shouldn't grieve forever.

I'm not grieving.

I'm remembering.

Do I interfere

with your memories?

No.

You tread the ridge

between truth and insult...

with the skill

of a mountain goat!

What do you remember

when you think about Spartacus?

It doesn't distress you

to talk about him?

No.

Well, then...

what sort of a man was he...

really?

He was a man

who began all alone...

Iike an animal.

Yet on the day he died...

thousands and thousands

would gladly have died in his place.

What was he?

Was he a god?

He wasn't a god.

He was a simple man.

A slave.

I loved him.

He was an outlaw!

A murderer!

An enemy to everything fiine

and decent that Rome ever built!

Damn you! You tell me.

- Why did you love him?

- I can't tell you.

I can't tell you things

you can never understand.

But I want to understand.

Don't you see?

I must understand.

You're afraid of him,

aren't you?

That's why you want his wife...

to soothe your fear

by having something he had.

When you're so afraid,

nothing can help.

Nothing.

We shall see.

Could we have won,

Spartacus?

Could we ever have won?

Just by fiighting them,

we won something.

When just one man says,

"No, I won't"...

Rome begins to fear.

And we were tens of thousands

who said no.

That was the wonder of it.

To have seen slaves

lift their heads from the dust...

to see them rise

from their knees...

stand tall...

with a song on their lips...

to hear them...

storm through the mountains

shouting...

to hear them sing

along the plains.

And now they're dead.

Dead.

Varinia...

dead.

And the baby.

All of them.

Are you afraid to die,

Spartacus?

No more than I was

to be born.

Are you afraid?

Yes.

Hail Counsel!

Guards, fall in.

- Where are the gladiators?

- Over there, sir.

Antoninus, the night passes slowly,

doesn't it?

You are he...

aren't you?

Gladiator,

I'm Marcus Licinius Crassus.

You must answer

when I speak to you.

Centurion!

Let them fiight now.

Unchain them.

The entire city's been told

they'll fiight tomorrow...

in the temple of your ancestors.

They will fiight now, for me.

Here!

And to the death.

And the victor shall be crucifiied.

We will test this myth

of slave brotherhood.

Unchain them!

Form a circle.

Don't give them

the pleasure of a contest.

Lower your guard.

I'll kill you on the fiirst rush.

- I won't let them crucify you!

- It's my last order. Obey it!

Let them begin.

I won't let them crucify you.

Do you realize how long it takes

to die on the cross?

I don't care!

Forgive me, Antoninus.

I love you, Spartacus,

as I loved my own father.

I love you...

Iike my son

that I'll never see.

Go to sleep.

Here's your victory.

He'll come back.

He'll come back

and he'll be millions!

I wonder what Spartacus

would say...

if he knew that the woman,

Varinia, and her child...

are slaves in my household?

Yes.

Crucify him!

I want no grave for him.

No marker.

His body's to be burnt

and his ashes scattered in secret.

Did you fear him, Crassus?

Not when I fought him.

I knew he could be beaten.

But now I fear him,

even more than I fear you.

- Me?

- Yes, my dear Caesar.

You!

I don't see the letter here

to the leader of the senate.

Julia, I don't like

the sound of weeping.

This is a happy house.

Please stop it.

There you are. Go away, Julia!

Where have you been all this time?

The city is full of Crassus' legions.

We've been hiding.

I don't know Rome

as well as I know Capua.

They're arresting everyone!

So this is the woman...

it took Crassus'

eight Roman legions to conquer!

I wish I had time to make

your acquaintance, my dear.

Unfortunately, we all have

to make journeys...

to different destinations.

- Where are we going?

- You're going to Aquitania.

The governor's one

of my innumerable cousins.

Here's a senatorial pass.

It's valid in all the known world.

Why do I have to go

to Aquitania?

'Cause I ask you to.

It's very good of you, Gracchus,

but I'd rather--

Double the money I promised you.

Here's two million sesterces.

Two million?

Here. Articles of Freedom

for the woman.

And here's a smaller document

that I've prepared...

for the child

befiitting its size.

Where are you going?

To Picenum.

Picenum?

That's the dreariest town in ltaly.

Will you please leave me?

Come with us.

See to it that I don't misuse

the money.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm a senator.

Will you please go

before the soldiers come here?

This would really make

Crassus jealous.

Go and make

my joy complete.

Save your tears now.

Save them for the journey.

Prettier.

Halt!

Identify yourselves, please.

- Lentulus Batiatus.

- Climb down and identify yourselves.

- I object to that tone.

- I've got my orders.

Come down

and identify yourselves, please.

As I told you, I'm Lentulus Batiatus,

the lanista from Capua.

This--

my sister-in-law.

Lady, please.

She's travelling...

with her child to Aquitania

on a senatorial pass.

- Take a look through his baggage.

- Not a word, please.

What did you say?

- Tell the lady no loitering's allowed.

- Instantly.

Move on!

This is your son.

He's free, Spartacus!

Free!

He's free.

He'll remember you, Spartacus.

Because I'll tell him.

I'll tell him who his father was

and what he dreamed of!

Varinia, have mercy on us.

Get in the wagon.

My love, my life.

Please die. Die.

Please, please die, my love.

Oh, God!

Why can't you die?

Come on.

Good-bye, my love, my life.

Good-bye, good-bye.

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