Spartacus Page #8

don't you think? He's beaten.

For someone who's just suffered

a humiliating defeat...

he seems very sure of himself.

Crassus has something

up his sleeve.

The question is what?

Orsino. May I offer you

something to eat?

No. Thank you.

I had just finished

my lunch when...

- your invitation arrived.

- Sit down.

I expect that you're aware

of our dilemma...

with the so called slave army.

- Along with the rest of the world.

- I have concluded...

that the slave

general Spartacus...

intends to leave by sea.

- And why would you conclude that?

- Because it's all he can do.

And because he seems to show...

an inordinate interest in plunder,

leading me to wonder...

what he is planning

to buy or whom.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Yes you can, you will.

I can't believe you'd disturb the

carefully arranged understanding...

between my people and yours

for a group of slaves.

Consider the long range costs.

Spartacus will

leave the country...

or he will die.

Either way, he will be gone.

Whereas Rome and I...

shall still be here.

And you will be made to suffer

the consequences.

- Rome has no navy.

- I'll build one.

Because either you are

with me...

or you are against me.

The coastline of Calabria.

Set up the signal. Let them know

we are here.

How long do you think it will take

them to get here?

By tomorrow. Time enough

for us to catch our breath.

Hurry up or I'll have the lot

of you whipped!

Get that in here!

Spartacus!

They've gone.

It's a trap.

It's a trap!

Archers!

I've got you now,

you son of a whore.

Get back to work!

Fight, starve, or surrender.

Those are our choices.

We're trapped. We'll never get

past that wall.

Perhaps we can make a deal.

Rider approaching!

- Stand down!

- Lower your weapons!

Spartacus!

I'm told I saw you fight once.

- I remember.

- I don't particularly. But then...

I have seen so many gladiatorial

contests in my time...

and all slaves do look alike.

- Except for who cuts your throat.

- I wouldn't try that.

There are archers on

the walls behind me.

You wouldn't stand a chance

in hell.

I have a proposition for you.

My people go free.

They leave the Roman Empire...

and I surrender to you.

I can't accept those conditions.

Unconditional surrender

for all of you...

man, woman and child.

Where did you acquire the arrogance

to believe that you could...

challenge the undefeated

Roman Empire?

I have you to thank.

That day at Capua.

Draba...

the man who tried to spear you.

I don't understand.

He inspired you?

He showed me how to fight back.

But you, Roman,

you gave me a reason.

I don't need to negotiate.

Your food can't last.

Like cornered rats, you've

nowhere to run or to hide.

And I have all

the time in the world.

Do you?

My scouts tell me that

Pompey has been recalled.

What glory will be left for you

when he arrives?

I will destroy your army...

and then I will wipe away even

the memory of your existence...

from the face of this earth.

- That is your fate.

- And this is yours.

Help me!

For the love of Rome, Marcus!

I will cut down every tree

in this land...

and then I'll erect

crosses enough...

- for you and your mongrel tribe.

- Look for me in battle, Roman.

- I'll be looking for you.

- I'm yours.

How could you do this?

How could you crucify?

The Romans need to be reminded

that we are not beaten.

And our people need to be

reminded of the price of defeat.

You're becoming one of them.

- I'm not the oppressor here.

- That's supposed to justify it?

- We fight for more than just lives.

- This is about survival.

Yours, mine, our child's,

everyone's.

And I will do what I must

to assure that.

Speak for yourself.

For me, for our son.

It's not worth it.

They need to be light.

Light but strong.

- These need to be longer.

- Fifteen feet will do it.

Get it done.

Very long.

My Lord, they're attacking

the wall!

- Where?

- North. Near the Bay of Euphemia.

Move all of our available

troops there.

- Now!

- Yes.

Sound the alarm!

Weapons ready!

Wait!

Wait.

- It's not him.

- Lower your arms.

And while Crassus was distracted

by the flaming livestock...

the army of Spartacus climbed

the walls and escaped.

I'd have paid a lot to see Crassus'

face when he found that out.

Meanwhile, Pompey has landed

at Minturnae.

- May I ask the cost to bring that?

- Well, it was very expensive...

but it was worth it.

Pompey will defeat Spartacus and

then claim all the credit as usual.

Crassus will be denied

his victory.

And if we're very lucky...

Spartacus will defeat them both.

To the south,

Crassus follows close.

While to the north Pompey

and his legions have landed.

- We should turn and attack.

- Attack Crassus? Insane.

Not Crassus or Pompey,

but Rome.

- It's the last thing they'd expect.

- With good reason.

You won't scale Rome's walls with

a rope and a ladder.

No. We will march north.

Avoid Pompey as much as we can

and get over the Alps...

- like we should have done before.

- So it's my fault now, is it?

- Who led us to the trap at Rhegium?

- Orsino.

No. Spartacus.

- You chose me as your leader!

- Well, no more!

In my tribe, any man can challenge

for the role of king.

No, David, this is my fight.

Put your weapons down,

both of you. This is foolish.

- I beg you please, don't do this.

- You were right, Varinia.

It was always going

to come to this.

We need you, Crixus.

Crixus doesn't need you.

Crixus doesn't need anyone!

- Where will you go?

- Where my feet take me.

- Have you enough food?

- Lf we don't, Romans will give us.

We made Rome tremble,

didn't we?

Who else can say that?

No one.

We march!

My Lord, all the Gauls

under Crixus...

have left Spartacus' army.

- They're marching on their own.

- Where are the Gauls headed?

They're making camp on the

shores of Lake Lucania.

And with Pompey at least two days'

march away, he can't know this.

It's not your fault.

He chose his own path.

I failed him.

I failed you all.

Lucullus and five more legions

have landed at Brindisium...

not more than a day's march

north and east of here.

We might have been able

to slip past Pompey...

but not both Pompey

and Lucullus.

- We can't go forward.

- We can't go back.

And we can't wait for these

three armies to join...

or we'll be crushed

between them.

Tomorrow we'll turn

and attack Crassus.

Maybe we can

catch him off guard.

He who stops to loot

is executed.

Nothing slows us down.

The child is well?

I think he will be a blacksmith,

the way he hammers on me.

I want you to promise that whatever

happens to me tomorrow...

that you will live.

That you won't take

your own life.

And be a slave again?

You haven't the right

to ask that of me.

- But I do.

- There is no life without you.

- I am not important.

- Not to me?

Not to your son?

You were right, Varinia.

Vengeance alone is not enough.

To become like your enemy

is to lose to him.

And what's important

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