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answerable only to himself.

Consider the consequences

to the Republic...

if one man were to be given

such terrible power.

Consider the consequences...

if Spartacus gets inside

these city walls.

This is no longer a

mere question of pride...

or economic impact.

Our national security is at stake.

Our very lives.

Only a fool or a traitor...

- could oppose such measures.

- Yes!

Crassus! Crassus!

Crassus! Crassus!

Soldiers of Rome...

never before has the Republic

been more in need...

of your courage,

your strength...

your determination.

Our lives, our families...

civilization itself...

stands at an abyss...

on the brink of destruction.

And I say to you...

that every man here today

simply do his duty...

as I have no doubt

he will...

and we will defeat

the evil at hand.

History has given us

this role...

and we will fulfill it.

There can be

no hiding place...

for those who

would strike terror...

into the heart...

of the greatest nation

known to man!

Three cheers for

Marcus Crassus...

the savior of Rome!

Crassus! Crassus! Crassus!

Don't the legions traditionally

cheer Rome when they depart?

Crassus thinks he is Rome.

We may win this battle

with the slaves...

but lose the war

over Rome's soul.

We need to enlist some allies.

Caesar will help.

He has a much more practical

approach to politics.

You mean he can be bought.

Contact him, Flavius.

Tell him I wish to correspond...

with Pompey the Great.

We will meet in three months...

and then you will ferry the entire

army across the straits to Sicily.

I suggest we meet at Calabria.

There's no Roman garrisons nearby,

I'll bring the boats closer...

where it will be easier

to load your people.

The next installment.

The rest you get when

we reach Sicily.

Orsino?

If you betray us I'll find

you wherever you go...

- and I'll kill you myself.

- Unless you are killed.

Glabrus and Publius Maximus

underestimated me too.

It didn't end well for them.

I have no reason to

betray you, Spartacus.

You're richer than any Roman...

and far more generous.

Spartacus, Rome has sent a

new army against us.

I think you better

see this one for yourself.

The camp looks

heavily fortified.

- How many legions?

- I count six standards.

- Commander?

- We caught one of their scouts.

Their general is Marcus Crassus.

Crassus.

You're uneasy, my Lord?

He's out there...

somewhere, as we speak.

The slaves took over a fort

barely ten miles from here.

- Their scouts are watching us.

- No. No, no.

He is watching us.

Spartacus.

I can feel it.

Spartacus.

Attack, attack, attack!

- Is that your answer for all?

- It is a warrior's answer...

- not the slave's.

- Have a care, Gaul, how you talk...

- or I'll cut that throat.

- Enough.

We dealt with Publius.

We can deal with this.

Publius was nothing

compared to this.

And how do you know?

We've met this man.

He paid a fortune to watch men from

different tribes fight to the death.

This is a merciless,

calculating man...

commanding what you can be sure

is the best army money can buy.

But he still bleeds red,

and I say attack!

And I say no, and I'm still the

commander here!

For now. For now.

When it's time to fight, we'll be

glad he fights with us.

Our position is good.

I say we wait and let Crassus

come to us.

He's picked a good solid

defensive position...

and he shows no signs

of leaving it.

He wants us to come

to him.

- And we will.

- Is that wise?

Both Glabrus and Publius

played into his hands.

Exactly.

I will advance as he expects me to,

with three full legions...

the arrogant Roman falling

into his trap.

However, you and Mummius will

take the other three legions...

and you will place yourselves

behind him.

We will penetrate his defenses

from front and behind...

and we will trample them

like daisies. Listen.

Do not, under

any circumstances...

attack without my command.

Crassus has mobilized and his men

are marching against us.

They don't seem to be in any

hurry to get here.

- Halt!

- Have the men rest for an hour.

I don't want them wearing

themselves out.

I want fresh limbs

for the slaughter.

Mummius and Servius

must be given plenty of time...

- to get into position.

- Yes, my Lord.

Stand the men down!

Look at them.

They have no idea we're here.

I'll send word to Crassus.

Why share the glory

that could be ours alone?

Spartacus!

We're being flanked! They're

attacking from the rear!

But in order to do that

he had to split his forces.

How long do you think before

they reach our front lines?

Two, maybe three hours.

Time enough.

Grab your weapons!

You come in good time.

The attack begins shortly!

My Lord...

the troops under Servius

and Mummius have been destroyed.

The generals have been

taken prisoner.

We have your general, Crassus!

Where's your great Roman army

now, Crassus?

What's next?

- You're next, Crassus!

- Tell the men to withdraw!

What shall we do with these

great Roman generals?

Kill them.

Kill them?

Who would throw away

a fortune?

Aristocrats. Sons of

important families.

What would Rome pay

to have them back?

We could live well

on the ransom.

You speak of ransom

like we're thieves.

These men made whores

of our daughters...

and gladiators of our sons.

I say they would have us fight

for their entertainment.

We should make them

fight for ours!

Fight!

This isn't justice.

This is revenge.

Don't lie to yourselves.

Do this and you'll become

what Rome...

always tried to

make you:
Animals!

There can be

no greater shame...

for a Roman soldier...

than cowardice in

the face of the enemy.

Our founding fathers

understood this...

and they had an answer for it.

Decimation.

Count off!

Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight!

Fight like a man!

Kill! Kill!

Every tenth man step forward.

Now wipe away the shame...

that stains

your honor...

and the glory of Rome.

You executed one hundred and fifty

of your own men?

Roman citizens?

Discipline distinguishes

the Roman army...

from every other army

in the world.

Discipline...

or brutality?

And where is Spartacus now?

Traveling south,

tracked by my troops.

His goal remains unclear.

But I believe...

that he means to move

against Sicily.

Noble Senators, we need not

dwell long...

on noble Crassus' failure.

Let him retire in disgrace...

and let us recall Pompey

and Lucullus...

- at once.

- Recall them as you wish...

but retire me...

at your own peril.

It will take weeks for Pompey

to move his troops.

Do you think that

Spartacus will sit...

and wait patiently

for him to arrive?

He is a contaminating parasite.

And he crawls

from limb to limb...

and organ to organ...

until the great body of

this Republic...

has been brought to

its knees. Now then...

I may not meet Agrippa's

exalted standards...

as Commander In Chief,

but for better or for worse...

I am your only miracle.

I am your only cure.

It's all a bluff on Crassus' part,

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