Spartacus Page #3

That means you must want

good dagger work.

And I have the best

in the world.

But if you want to the death,

you won't see nuance...

and you won't see subtlety.

Certainly won't see quality.

Madame.

I'm not a butcher, sir,

I am an artist.

- Yes.

- I want to give you good fighting.

Good fighting.

And to the death.

I want to see courage.

I want to see passion.

And above all...

I want to see finality.

But to the death

will cost you...

- Twenty-five thousand denarii.

- My God...

you could by an elephant

for that.

Done.

And I want no fakery.

No double cut for them to both suck

the sand and pretend they're dying.

If one of them is down,

or if both of them are down...

I want one of your trainers

to cut their throats.

And they are to

understand that.

Now, I shall leave ten thousand

on account...

and the rest when we

have been satisfied.

Note the Africans.

Theirs is the finest combat and the

most skillful but it can be a bore.

It can go on and on.

To see fighting at its best you

must see Thracians.

- Don't you agree, slave master?

- But each kind has its virtues.

Change of plan.

Match me a Thracian

against a black.

With all due respect, my Lord,

that is no match.

A Thracian only has a dagger. And

when it's in the net he's finished.

Yes, perhaps. But...

Africans aren't noted

for their strategic thinking.

Hannibal, of course,

being the exception.

I want to see how long...

a mentally superior but

lesser armed man can last.

My Lord, that sort

of experimentation...

makes for bad blood

with the men.

Well, for twenty-five thousand

denarii...

I think you can afford to

incur a little bad blood.

Order!

What is it? What is it?

A private fight.

- Who do you want?

- Draba.

And David.

Now, he's a Jew, yes?

- Yes, I know you want a Thracian...

- No, no.

This is interesting.

Ever seen a Jew fight?

Exceptional with the dagger and

reputed to be very bright as well.

Who else?

Spartacus and Polymus.

Spartacus?

How do you like them?

All. Except that one.

I don't like him.

Forgive me, lady,

but that man...

has been in the ring twelve times.

He's very good, strong and quick.

- Who will you match him with?

- With the African.

- What are you doing?

- Praying.

How do you pray?

I can show you.

Will you do something for me?

Something that

we do in our tribe?

Put your mouth on mine and

breath your soul into me...

and I'll breath mine

into you.

And then for all time our

souls will be one.

One soul in two bodies.

I will come back to you.

If you don't,

I will kill you myself.

You have to save your strength

for tomorrow.

I am full of strength.

Dagger against net and trident.

What kind of match is that?

Time.

Time!

What are they thinking,

I wonder?

Gladiators are animals,

pure and simple.

If one thinks of them as people,

one loses all perspective.

Is it true what they say about the

Jews? How they mutilate their boys?

Would you like to see?

Bring me the Jew

before he fights.

Bring the Jew here.

The rest of you,

to the House of Expectation.

Unclothe.

Unclothe.

They do that to their children?

How beastly.

Perhaps that explains their much

vaunted skill with the knife.

- I want the Jew to fight first.

- Of course, sir.

- Strike!

- Kill him! Kill him!

- Kill him!

- Kill him, Jew!

Why doesn't he kill him?

Kill him!

Why doesn't he finish him?

Don't expect mercy from me

out there, Thracian.

Live, Draba.

That's what life is for.

If the gods love you...

you die in childhood.

That was extraordinary.

If the second pair is as good as

the first, I shall be well pleased.

Strike!

- Kill him!

- Kill him!

- Kill him!

- Kill him!

- Kill him!

- Kill him!

Kill him!

Stop him!

Why didn't he kill me?

If he kills me, he lives.

If he turns on

the Romans, he dies.

He chooses to die.

Who chooses to die?

Who chooses to die?

Maybe rather than

live as a beast...

Draba chose to die

as a man.

Father!

It was just a dream.

No.

I slept until now.

Now I wake.

Move, you dogs!

Move! I said move!

Move, you scum!

Is it true that Draba didn't kill

any of the Romans?

If a man throw his life away...

- he could die better than that.

- Will you die any better?

He will die like a dog, and so

will you. So will we all.

Are you my friend, Crixus?

- Was Draba your friend?

- Yes. And my teacher.

- Did he teach you how to die?

- He taught me how to live.

I feed you the best food.

I give you women.

You live here like kings

in idleness...

on the fat of the land.

And all I expect is your loyalty

and obedience.

And what do I get in return?

Treachery.

Cinna, fetch me a black man.

Kill him.

Now there will be

no more trouble.

The dogs won't even growl.

Move it, move it! You cows!

Move, slaves!

Are we dogs that you snap

your whips at us?

- Spartacus! Prepare to die!

- Cinna!

What the hell is going on

out there?

There's too many!

You taught me well, Cinna.

Quiet!

- Quiet!

- Let him speak!

Quiet! Listen to Spartacus!

Like you...

I've been alone

my whole life.

We could never look

into each other's eyes.

Living like animals.

Here is the lesson of Draba.

I will be a man.

My life is my brother's.

Live to fight the Romans!

Smash the gates!

Master! The gladiators!

They have revolted!

Well, don't just stand there like

a drooling idiot. Help me!

Field formation!

Go get my litter.

We have to get to Capua.

To the garrison. Go!

Hold your positions!

Free men and women, listen to me!

We must get ready.

Nordo, can you open the armory?

- Lf I have to do it with my teeth.

- Spartacus, look.

David, go.

Go. Talk to them.

What do you want me to say?

Invite our brothers to join us.

Gifts! I bring gifts!

Freedom for you and your children!

Come, join us!

Freedom for you!

Join us!

Spartacus always said that you

would speak some day.

David, Varinia.

- Come.

- You'll tell me later.

There's one more thing

I need to do.

Maecenus! Maecenus!

Thank you, thank you.

You've got to stop them.

- Where's that slaves headed?

- In the hills to the south of here.

There's a lot of valuable property.

You've got to save something.

- Too late for that. Double time!

- March!

Please.

Please.

- Let's go.

- Look. They're so arrogant...

- they've lost their formation.

- So?

So if attacked, they'd have

to fight, man to man.

And who fights better man to man

than gladiators?

Crixus, Nordo.

We have guests.

Should we not greet them?

Apparently there has been an

uprising of gladiators in Capua.

The entire garrison

has been slain...

the slaves have taken

to the hills...

where their revolt spreads.

This is what I'm talking about...

why we need strong leadership.

I propose that we send

the city cohorts...

to crush this rebellion.

The entire garrison of Rome?

Are you out of your mind?

To fight slaves?

How many of these creatures

are there? Who are they led by?

It sounds like a job for an

overseer and a pack of dogs.

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