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isn't our living or our dying...

but this new thing we've created,

however briefly...

a world without slaves.

And if you die,

who will tell that story?

Live so that I will live.

So that we will live on.

So that it won't be wasted

or forgotten.

And I promise you...

I'll always be with you.

Look. That's where I will be.

Know that I'll always be there.

Forgive me. I overslept.

We brought you a present.

- He's beautiful.

- Fit for a king.

I'm not a king.

I'm something better.

A free man.

I thank you for

your generosity.

But I'll fight beside you,

and your fate will be mine.

If we win, we'll each have

a horse of our own.

And if we lose, we won't

need them.

You're the finest

soldiers in the world.

And it has been an honor

to fight with you!

Spartacus!

Spartacus! Spartacus!

Spartacus! Spartacus!

Spartacus! Spartacus!

Spartacus! Spartacus!

Spartacus! Spartacus!

This is Crixus' way of battle.

No fancy tactics.

Head on. One strong arm

against another.

Don't be greedy!

Crassus is mine!

For Rome!

Spartacus, time to die!

Freedom!

- The baby! It's started.

- It's all right.

Spartacus, you have a son.

We found her! We found

the wife of Spartacus!

Take him.

Stay!

Varinia?

We think he was a close friend

Of Spartacus.

What is your name?

Speak!

I won't lie to you.

You're going to die.

But yours can be a painless

death. I can do that.

Crucify the prisoners.

My Lord, there are upwards

of six thousand.

- All of them.

- Yes, my Lord.

You will watch them die...

and you will be the last.

And when you are nailed to the

cross, hanging there...

I will be there.

Pompey's troops are nearby and have

captured the slaves who escaped us.

Pompey is on his way to Rome

to claim your victory as his own.

Pompey! Pompey!

Pompey! Pompey!

I merely did what any son

of Rome would do.

You do me too much honor.

They're just slaves, after all.

Senators, we must not

in this overlook...

the noble Crassus.

Caesar makes an

excellent point.

Crassus has certainly

played a part...

a very workman-like role.

And he certainly deserves

some public recognition.

Not a Triumph perhaps.

Maybe an ovation,

our secondary honor...

such as we sometimes

give to a victorious athlete.

Indeed. Now is the time

to be generous.

An Ovation for Crassus.

I have fielded and equipped...

six full legions.

I have led them in

battle myself.

I've endured enumerable hardships.

And I have stamped out...

the greatest threat...

that Rome has known since Carthage.

And I am to be rewarded...

with some trivial, secondary honor?

Senators, this is a day

for Rome to rejoice.

For Romans to forget our

differences and unite.

The position of Consul remains vacant...

because for too long political rivalries...

have prevented us filling it.

And now for candidates

could there be...

any more qualified, more deserving...

than these two glorious heroes?

And therefore I propose...

that Pompey and Crassus

both be made Consul.

Co-Consulship.

I would be honored...

to serve with Marcus Crassus.

If it is the Senate's wish.

This would be highly irregular.

- Never in the Republic's history...

- New times require new measures.

- What say you, Senators?

- Yes!

Why won't you speak

with me, Varinia?

What was he like, Spartacus?

What was he like?

He was just a man.

- A simple man.

- No.

He was a professional killer.

He was an outlaw.

And he was an enemy of

everything fine and decent.

If you already have the answer to

your question then why ask it?

Because you waste

your tears on him.

In five years...

we won't even remember

his name, I promise you.

Then why does he still

matter to you?

Spartacus was something the

world has never seen before.

He was something different.

He was the way that people

might be if they chose.

I can be something different.

I can be...

I can be someone else.

Yes.

Please love me.

Love me.

He was something

that you could never be.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

- No!

- Do you like the way it ends?

I am Spartacus!

Get out.

Get out!

Here I am.

Do you still have

nothing to say?

I will be back.

And I will be millions.

Don't look at me like that.

I've lost, Flavius.

Rome has lost.

Outflanked by that

toady Caesar.

Don't you mean Crassus?

Caesar is the real

beneficiary here.

- Tell me some good news.

- There is none.

Crassus has turned the Appian Way

into a graveyard.

Six thousand crucifixions

I hear.

Whole forests cut down.

The tree lovers will be

up in arms.

The stench of rotting flesh

is unbearable.

But the corpse...

is Rome's.

Civilization hangs

on the cross.

What have we done?

Now tell me some dirt. Gossip.

I hear that Crassus

has secretly taken...

Spartacus' wife Varinia...

and keeps her and Spartacus's child

locked away in his house.

Treats her like gold they say,

but she scorns him.

Even now, this Varinia?

War trophy, I imagine.

- Can I have a drink?

- Help yourself.

I would pay a lot...

- to steal her.

- Are you out of your mind?

- It would be suicide.

- Two million sesterces.

We bestow upon Laius Pompey

and Marcus Crassus...

the honorable and noble title

of Co-Consul of the Roman Empire.

From this moment on...

you are all...

free.

Here on the table is a scroll

for each of you...

declaring you legally...

free.

Do not imagine...

for one uneducated moment

that I am unaware...

of how you and Caesar...

denied me my rightful Triumph.

You know why I am so much more

popular than you, Crassus?

Because it's only natural

to prefer the rising sun...

to the one that sets.

Leave us.

- We haven't much time, Agrippa.

- Wait outside.

Why have you done this?

At first, it was just a thumb

in Crassus' eye.

But the more I thought

about it, well...

A foolish old man's

last gesture...

of redemption maybe?

After I sobered up yesterday...

I started to meditate as to how

a handful of slaves...

could almost defeat the greatest

military power in the world.

Do you know what I think?

I think that you fought

for your freedom...

for your children's lives...

the honor of your women...

and all that is good

in the world.

And Rome fought for what?

The whip and the cross.

I love Rome,

but she's become a whore.

I despise what she is,

but I'm too old to leave her.

And in truth, I helped to make

Rome what she has become.

- Agrippa, we have to go.

- Yes, get the chariot ready.

What is your son's name?

Spartacus.

Spartacus.

You shame me.

You shamed us all.

Flavius will lead you.

He is as loyal a Roman

as money can buy.

Having thus imparted my sentiments

as they've been awakened...

by the occasion which brings us

together, I shall take...

- Where is Agrippa?

- That pimp?

Who cares?

Where is she?

Where is she?

You're safe now.

Thank you.

Good luck.

And that is how we came here.

And how does the story end?

I don't know, Spartacus.

It becomes your story now...

and you must find

your own ending.

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