All language subtitles for The son of Spartacus (1962)

THE SON OF SPARTACUS

Titanus thanks the Egyptian authorities,

people and technicians

for their hospitality and
cooperation in making this film.

It's pointless to follow them,
they're no longer a danger.

Bloody horsemen!

These Egyptians know how to ride.

It's a convenient way to escape.

Randus, look over there!

That ends the war
against the allies of Pompey.

Egypt is conquered,
defeated by Caesar.

And you too, master.

Let's go.

Let's go, our dinner awaits us.

One less enemy, master.

These men on the cross
aren't a pretty sight.

It reminds me of
the war against Spartacus.

It still gives me nausea.

Let's go, the camp
is far from here.

Finish me off, Roman.

Kill me!

It's forbidden...

to shorten the suffering
of the condemned.

You risk losing your
your rank and freedom.

The Roman Empire extends
from the Rhine as far as the Nile.

Are you homesick?

The conquered have
no country, master.

Don't call me "master",
I've released you from slavery.

You're free, Beroz,
and a valuable scout.

He proved that when he managed
to find some food in the kitchen!

You can count on me for that!

Cleopatra is using Rome
to take her revenge.

How many enemies can she chain?

A lot.

Hail Randus. Caesar wants
to see you in his tent.

Thank you, Tullius.

- What does he want?
- Only he knows.

We can leave
Egypt in the Spring, Caesar.

Two legions remain,
including one in the Nile delta.

And our adversaries?

My enemies are in Rome.

Failing to love me,
perhaps they'll fear me.

They already call me a tyrant.

Your voice will
silence them, general.

Rome doesn't like Caesar.

Only those who fear
a man too great for them.

Randus!

Approach.

You've done well.

I carried out your orders.

In an exemplary manner.

After the death of Lethonius,
he took charge of the cavalry...

and using a cohort,
pushed back the enemy.

Very nice work.

You deserve the rank of centurion.

Thank you, Caesar.

And you, old friend?
Don't you want even one division?

I'm satisfied to
be a soldier of Caesar.

The breastplate of a
leader is too heavy for me.

You're getting old.

20 Years ago, it would
have been much lighter.

Age is my only common
point with Caesar.

My reward is to
contribute to your victories.

You can at least
accept some gold coins.

Here you are.
Drink to my health, comrade.

But please, no hostile songs about Caesar
like those sung by the drunkards in the legion.

Come, Randus.

After the Egyptian campaign,

the struggle between factions
may continue in Rome...

and turn to civil war.

Yes, general.

I have a risky mission for you.

Where Caesar tells
me to go, I will.

Then listen well.

Pompey's army is no
longer a threat.

But Crassus has control of
the eastern provinces.

He has great influence over the senate.

The more I know about his
intentions, the better, Randus.

According to me, general,
one head is better than two in Rome.

Say that at Crassus' court
and you'd lose your head.

I want you to be
my eyes and ears.

Leave the camp at dawn
with two men.

Tell Crassus that you're
an ambassador and a friend.

And let me know what
happens in Zeugma.

It will be done.

The Nile is congested
with military traffic.

It's better to embark at Alexandria.

It's a long and difficult trip,

from which you risk not returning.

If Crassus is allied with Pharnaces,
he may decide to attack me.

I want to know everything
about Crassus' intentions.

You risk your life on this mission.

And I lose a friend.

My life belongs to you, Caesar.

Then in that case,

keep it.

What does this medallion represent?

I don't know,
I've had it since birth.

There's no doubt it
was made in Thrace.

I recall seeing a similar one when
I clashed with Spartacus.

What a memory!

Some things you never forget.

He killed my horse
with one sword stroke.

He wore that same medallion.

It didn't bring him any luck!

We defeated him,
and he ended up on the cross.

He was a great soldier.

You weren't yet born, centurion.

Spartacus had returned
to the fundamentals of war.

He understood our strategy
and could have overthrown Rome.

But the people didn't follow him.

Goodbye, Randus.
Good luck.

And remember: the gratitude of Caesar

is as great as his memory.

Verulus, do you know
why the Sphinx smiles?

Nobody knows, Caesar.

Nobody wants to understand.

The Sphinx laughs at men,
Verulus.

Grains of sand
raised by the hand of fate.

This'll teach you, dirty slave!

Take that!

What's going on?
Stop it!

She was running away.

That's enough!

Randus!

Vetius! I didn't think I'd
run across you in Egypt.

Same here. Your deeds have echoed
all the way to Rome.

You've gotten a promotion.

What happened, Vetius?

The centurion prevented a
slave from being whipped.

This is my sister Claudia,
who's traveling with me.

Nice to meet you, Claudia.

Randus is one of Caesar's favorites.

Halt.

- What's your name?
- Sa�da.

Pay the slave trader and
keep the rest.

I've bought the girl.

Don't be afraid.

And you, centurion,
won't have to defend her anymore.

Come on, climb aboard.
You, follow us.

Lumonius, who are they?

Vetius, an ambitious patrician,

who exploits his sister's charms
at the court of Crassus.

He's an outstanding
javelin thrower.

In Gaul, I saw him...

crack the skull of an Eburon from across
one bank of the Seine to the other.

This will be an interesting journey.

Nice beginning!

Civilian life hasn't
rusted your muscles.

On the contrary, it allows me to
to train every day.

Want to try it?

No, a centurion can't afford
risking his reputation.

You must hold great prestige
in the eyes of Caesar,

if, as a soldier and diplomat...

he send you on a
mission to Crassus.

That's possible.

Those will eventually sink my ship.

Don't worry, Crassus
will buy you a new one.

Give me a drink.

In Zeugma, you'll find
even more beautiful slaves.

Unless, like your general,
you don't like Egyptian women.

Caesar isn't indifferent,
it seems,

to the charms of Queen Cleopatra.

No women can rival
those of Rome.

Believe me, Claudia.

Not even Cleopatra.

Do you intend to
remain in Zeugma?

No, I don't think so.

Just long enough to greet Crassus
and give him news of Caesar.

He'll be glad to have it.

When Caesar took up arms
and command of the legions,

Crassus would have liked to join him.

I have no doubt.

The gold of Crassus and the iron of Caesar
would have made a formidable alliance.

But with gold,
you can buy iron swords.

Caesar is too shrewd to forget that.

In fact, everything has a price.
Even your javelins.

What do you mean?

Nothing more than that.
I didn't mean to offend you.

Vetius understood you very well.

It's better and more useful
to be on the stronger side.

The wisdom of Minerva
from the mouth of Venus.

How long will the journey take?

If there's no fog,

we'll reach port at dawn.

If the mast doesn't collapse.

They're planting those javelins
deeply into the mainmast.

Only the strength of Hercules
could pull them out.

By the Gods of Olympus,

how can they be removed
without breaking the mast?

Don't upset the Gods.

Beroz, your sword.

Splendid, Randus!

Let's toss them into the sea.

Who are they?

One of them died while rowing,
The other's rebellious...

and has been beaten.

He's still alive!

Not for long.
He's mortally wounded.

The sight of blood makes me shudder.

Go, go!

Throw them into the sea
and clean the bridge immediately.

- Hurry up!
- Into the sea!

Look Randus, your toga is
stained with blood.

How horrible!

Depth:

three fathoms.

Rocky bottom.

Nothing on the horizon!

Depth: four fathoms.

Do you see anything over there?

Stay vigilant.

What fog!

In 20 years, I've never seen
such a pea souper.

The river Styx of the underworld
can't be any worse than this.

Does it remind you of
your country, Beroz?

The fog in my forests
is different from this.

I don't like this one.

Me either, believe me.

The coast of Zeugma
is full of rocks.

We could sink at any moment.

Oh no, not on your life!

I don't intend to return to Rome
on the back of a shark.

That'd be better than on
your nag of a horse!

Depth: six fathoms.

The current is getting
stronger and stronger.

I saw you before at
the foot of the pyramids.

I've come to believe you're mute.

I've heard you speak only once.

At the port, when you said your name.

How does Claudia treat you?

Like a Roman woman...

treats her slave.

Like a slave.

Not all Romans are like that.

Some are better,
some worse.

You could do a lot worse.
Believe me.

Nothing's important to me any more.

My house was destroyed
by your soldiers.

My father and my mother...

were slaughtered like sheep.

Guilty only of having
defended their own land.

Their homeland.

You'd never ask an object,

a lifeless thing,
whether she's happy or not.

So why do you ask
how I'm treated?

I'm a soldier, not an executioner.

In any case...

That's the order of things.
There are masters and there are slaves.

Just as there are beautiful
women and ugly ones,

wise men and fools.

The master finds that just,
but not the slave.

Less than three fathoms.

Visibility zero, captain!

Captain, straight ahead!

Randus!

Sa�da!

Help!

Help me!

Look, the galley
is moving away!

Sa�da!

Thankfully, we're safe and sound.

You risked your life to save me.

I wasn't going to let you die.
Can you walk?

Let's go,
before it gets too hot.

And the others?

The fog's cleared,
maybe they were saved.

How can we cross the desert
without food or water?

With a little luck,
we'll meet a caravan.

Come, have courage.

Look over there!

Lycian warriors.

The most bloodthirsty
raiders of the desert.

Lycia is governed by Crassus.

Don't be afraid.

Capture them!

Shackle them!

Let go of me!

Let me go, you gang of barbarians!

Release me or you'll be sorry!

I'm a Roman centurion,
on a mission to Crassus.

Silence, vermin!

Strong as your are,
you're worth 8 pieces of gold...

and you'll spend a
few years in chains.

But beware,
just one word from Murdok

and you'll end up a
dismembered carcass in the desert.

I say that on behalf of Crassus.

Tie him up!

Take him over there.

Idiot, are you trying
to get us all killed?

Whip them if they don't get moving!

Move!

Make them drink quickly!

Get going!

Water!

Water!

Some for me!

It's mine!

Let go!

If you want to keep
on living as you have,

remember one thing:

their whips burn,
but my hands can kill.

Stop, Gular.
We don't kill each other.

The same fate awaits us all.

Get off , you!

Back to your places, vermin,
or I'll kill you!

What's this?

Where you're going,

this won't do you any good.

To me, it's worth
six pints of cider...

that I'll drink to the health...

of Caesar's ambassador.

Forward!

They've rested enough.

Get moving!

Excuse me, stranger.

Forgive the fool that I am.

I've lost my senses.

Gular is a great gladiator.

He sees enemies everywhere.

I'll obey you now
that I know who you are.

Your medallion revealed it to me.

I saw it around the neck
of a newborn baby.

His mother was Varinia,
the wife of Spartacus.

The child was overwhelmed
by the weight of the medallion.

I'm a Roman, not a slave.

And yet...

Silence!

Keep going, Baxus.

After this, we're free.

Why Zeugma?

Behind the mountains,
in the ruins of Lubar,

is an opening into the streets
of the City of the Sun.

Others await you there, chief.

I'll take you to
the grave of your father.

What are you talking about?
You're delusional.

Don't be naive.
I know your name.

A name I've wanted
to shout for 20 years.

What your father began,

you'll complete, just
as he promised, Randus.

Someone's coming.

Where's the girl?

Here.

Let me go!

Don't move.

If the gods are with us,
that's the end of the whip.

Randus!

I told you I was a Roman centurion!

And here's the proof!

Come, my friends!

The man from the sea has freed us!

This is our leader!

Here's your medallion, chief.

Cheers for Randus!

Food and drink for all!
Then let's be on our way!

The City of the Sun,
that's where freedom is.

Don't talk nonsense.
Show me the way to Zeugma.

Randus!

Randus!

You're finally here!

Even in the desert,
you look for a quarrel.

The Gods be praised!

By saving you, Neptune
spared me the sorrow of your loss.

We thought you were dead.

More a question of being chained.

Your people are waiting for you, Randus.
Listen to the voice of your blood.

You were lucky not to have
encountered any sharks...

or eels.

Generally speaking,
they leave behind nothing but bones.

So, was it necesary to have used
your sword in order to regain your freedom?

My mentioning Caesar wasn't sufficient
for your men, noble Crassus.

Yes, my Lycians may
not be detail oriented,

but they are faithful auxiliaries.

I'm sorry for your misfortune, Randus.

But be aware the name of Caesar

opens the doors to Zeugma
and to all my empire.

It's miraculous you were
saved from drowning...

only to find yourself whipped
and chained as a slave.

What a challenging adventure.

Less so for Zarok's men.

You see?

It only took one Roman...

to wipe out your best soldiers.

You're like the God of War, Randus.

It was kill or be killed.

Very fair.

To kill or not be killed
is the foundation of war...

and politics.

But the rebels,

although involved by chance
in this unfortunate incident,

must die.

Put those slaves to death.

Zarok will do it.
They'll not live to see the dawn.

Except Sa�da!

She's my slave, I bought her.
Losing her is out of the question.

We have Randus to
thank for saving her.

I'm willing to grant
her clemency, Claudia.

But for the others,
they're rebels,

living testimonies as a
threat to my prestige...

and my authority.

You're killing them
because they helped me.

That's not logical.

They help rebels,
not Romans.

I beg you, stop this
ominous conversation, friends.

Let us attend to our host.

The splendor of Crassus

must prevail in his own palace.

Claudia's right.

We'll do everything possible
to make your stay enjoyable.

Let us speak of the peace
that Caesar has brought to Egypt.

We're neighbors,
as we were on the Tiber.

Lumonius, I entrust Randus to you.
You know the palace.

Come, Claudia.

Come, Randus.

What are you waiting for, Zarok?
Carry out Crassus' command.

Do you know the
legend of King Midas?

Crassus is even stronger.

He doesn't change everything
he touches into gold,

but takes gold wherever he
finds it without scruples.

He's sold entire
towns into slavery.

Caesar doesn't have the measure of
how strong and dangerous Crassus is.

I've seen shipments of gold pass
between these walls.

What else have you seen?

Walls built along the river.

The manufacture of siege engines.

Who does he intend to attack, hm?

He's tripled the Lycian guard...

and all the princes of the region
are in his pay.

He sends Gold to Pharnaces
and fills his coffers with jewels.

What has he sent to Rome?

Nothing.

Crassus is all-powerful here.

He has secret ambitions.

Try to learn more by
questioning the slaves.

No, they won't talk.
Betrayal would cost them their lives.

Be very careful.

The slightest misstep and
you're lost.

They're quickly finished off on the cross
or in water up to their neck.

Like those there.

High tide drowns
them like rats.

Their cries echo
throughout the whole palace.

It's horrible.

Either Crassus is a heavy sleeper,
or he likes the noise.

In the desert,

I was told of a strange place
called the City of the Sun.

Pure legend.

The phantom of a
desperate people.

They all speak of a city of sanctuary
for rescued slaves.

To me, it doesn't exist.

We must be sure.

If it exists,
its inhabitants could help us.

All methods are good
for serving Caesar.

The City of the Sun could be here,
somewhere among the ruins.

What good is all this, master?

To know the truth.

It is written:

The sword of Spartacus
in the hands of his son.

I, Gular,

the gladiator,

I fought alongside Spartacus.

All of you who know me, know...

that I don't lie.

One who, like me, that has
seen death many times...

doesn't lie.

Only I, out of six thousand slaves,

survived the cross.

The great Spartacus,
who lies beneath the black stone,

put this emblem
around the neck of Randus,

born to Varinia before the final battle.

You're the one we've waited for,
O Chief of the Slaves.

Our hope, our vengeance.

Are you sure of this?

As sure as I'm alive.

You have all the power, Randus,
son of Spartacus.

Our life is in your hands.

You can sell us to Crassus,
who crucified your father,

or be our leader.

The choice is yours.

Listen to the voice of
your blood and decide.

You can continue to
deny the truth...

and destroy our last hope.

You have but one
word to say: "Freedom".

And with this word,
even the dead will rise.

Leave me alone.

Murderer!

You're a killer, Crassus.

One day you'll pay
for your crimes.

One day we'll
have our revenge.

They howl like
pigs being slaughtered.

- Wretches!
- Bastards!

One day we'll have our revenge,
band of barbarians!

Alarm! Over there!

Come quick!

Help! Help!

Die, wretches!

Help!

Cut me loose!

Help!

Cut me loose and I'll help you.

I know who you are.
You're the son of Spartacus!

Tie them up.

You coward!

It's your turn, bastard.
I'll break you!

Quick, cross the river!

Escape to the City of the Sun.

No time to lose!
Come on!

Get out, quick!

Help!

Help! Help!

What's happening?

Guards!

Claudia, what are
you doing here?

Sound the alarm!
Assemble the guards!

To be hauled out of bed
in the middle of the night!

Vetius, what is it?

I'll see.
It's coming from the slave pit.

Where are the palace guards?

What's happening down there?

The dikes were opened, the slaves
freed and the sentinels killed!

I've lost...

two of my men.

Look, they've left
this sign on the gate.

Back to work, slave!

Hold on, Spartacus has returned.
He's among us.

That's enough. Leave now.

We're leaving!

Let's go!

Spartacus has struck again.

Soon we'll be free.

The whole province is in turmoil.

The people are resisting
and refuse to pay tribute.

There have already been casualties.

Crassus has decided
to get tough with them.

Nothing too bad, I hope.

It would be unfortunate
if he returned to talking of war.

I can assure you there'll
be no war, Claudia.

Nothing will threaten your peace.

Come down!

Quick!

We've vanquished them!
Victory!

For a month now,
this brigand has inflamed the people.

Naturally, Crassus is worried.

Caesar could benefit
by extending his legions this far.

- And you wouldn't want that.
- What do you mean?

The arrival of Caesar could
jeopardize your plans.

You're Crassus' right arm,
the province would be yours.

Is it wrong to be ambitious?
Who isn't?

It's in tune with the times.

In serving Crassus,
I serve the Republic.

And if one day
I was given a tribune's toga,

I'd be worthy of it.

And you?

For all his glory,
Caesar is no less mortal.

You could start
thinking about yourself.

It's true.

My sister could intercede
in your favor.

She likes you.

Crassus is not immortal either.

Perhaps one day
we'll share the task.

Me as governor and you
as head of the army.

Together, an alliance
between iron and gold.

That's a good idea.

I'll seriously think about it.

Good.

He must be here.
Form a second column.

You're taking command?

No, not I.
I don't know the desert.

And the Lycians
aren't my best friends.

Very well, you come with me.

Your experience will be useful
in trapping the rebels.

Take half the men, Zarok.

Inspect all the rocky area.
We'll meet up at Abal.

Forward! Gallop!

We're here.

This is where the brigand appears.

Are you sure?

Yes, our informants were
very precise.

Over there, Vetius!

It's him.

The bandit! We have to
capture him, dead or alive.

- I'll block him from behind.
- Okay.

Forward, gallop!

Bravo, Beroz.

Come on!

There he is!

He won't escape us.

Let's go, gallop!

Forward!

They're trapped.

Damnation,
we're caught in a trap!

Go!

Get down!

Take cover from the rocks!

Get off your horses!

Take cover!

Encircle the horses!

Randus, we've succeeded.
They're beaten.

Disperse yourselves.
Hide where no one can find you.

Get back into the rocks!
Disperse yourselves! Get back into the rocks!

Quick, master.
Vetius awaits you.

Come back soon,
son of Spartacus.

We'll be waiting.

Quick, hide yourself.

Vetius!

By all the Gods,
what happened here?

The wretch!

We've been had again.

An avalanche of rocks
brought down the men and horses.

It was a massacre.

The mysterious gladiator
was everywhere...

and impossible to capture.

Nothing is impossible.

I'm not afraid of
a handful of slaves.

I've subdued the
strongest of them!

The riot in the mines of Laurion,
the revolt in Spain...

and the rebellion of Spartacus.
I crucified their leader.

I dispersed them over
the face of the Earth!

Are you sure, Crassus?

In other words,

are you certain your enemy
from 20 years ago...

hasn't returned?

I'm talking about Spartacus.

Are you mad?

Spartacus died on the cross,
and the dead don't return!

We never found his body.

It was eaten by crows.

I saw your dead soldiers
with my own eyes.

Each body had a signature...

like this.

The sign of Spartacus.

That's absurd!

Absurd!

I'll put down this rebellion,

even if I have to cover the
entire province with crosses.

Crassus gives his word that
peace will come to Asia.

You'll help me, Randus.

There's no glory in
fighting slaves.

But that's not for me to judge.

I'll serve you
for the glory of Rome.

The glory of Rome can
support many causes.

Like breaking the triumvirate,
as Caesar did.

Or destroy the Republic,
as he's trying to do now.

If you serve me faithfully, Randus,
you won't regret it.

Like Croesus, I'm the
richest man in Rome.

The most generous
to my faithful allies...

and the most ruthless
to my enemies.

Bring in the prisoner.

The eels are hungry.

They'll have plenty to eat now.

He's from the village of Oboz.

Roman weapons were
found in his house.

He's surely an
accomplice of the rebels.

It's all over for you.

But I'll pardon you if you tell
me where your comrades are.

And your leader.

Talk.

Who's your leader?
Where's he hiding?

Answer!

Talk, you wretch!

Talk!

The son of Spartacus is everywhere.

His sign will
lead us to victory...

and you, to death.

Murderer!

Throw him to the eels!

To the eels!

He dared to defy me!

Murderer! Killer!

Zarok...

Take your best men and
march on the village of Oboz.

Raze it to the ground.

Wipe out its inhabitants.

Don't leave even a single survivor!

His methods may be effective,

but they disgust me.

His back is against a wall,

and the rebels are
digging his grave.

I wouldn't want to
be in his place...no,

even with all his gold.

Randus, do you really believe
the general will intervene?

Can you imagine?

Caesar on the heels of Crassus!

Halt!

Oboz is over there.
Wipe them out while they're sleeping.

Don't forget, no survivors.
Forward!

It's Baxus' signal they've arrived.
Warn the others.

Yes.

It's from Gular.
The time has come.

Wait till they're in the village
before attacking.

A good mixture, Serap?

Perfect.

In the sulfur mines,

I learned this Egyptian recipe
of sulfur and rosin.

Believe me, this will give
the Lycians an ass-burning.

But our houses will be destroyed.

You'll soon be building
more beautiful ones.

They're coming!

Forward, to the assault!

Set fires and kill in
the name of Crassus!

Kill them all!

Set fire to the roofs!

Quick, it has to be a surprise!

The houses are empty.
They've fled.

Bastards!

A spy in the palace
must've warned them!

Destroy everything!

Leave no house standing!
Take no pity!

Leave their village
and hunt them down...

in the mountains.

Quick, leave the village.

Encircle them!

Attack!

Now it's between us.

You bastard!

Randus!

To perish by the sword of Spartacus
will be your final honor.

What now?

Leave your homes and
forget what's happened.

Take refuge in the oases,
the caves,

the mountains of Lubar,
the mines.

Take refuge in the City of the Sun.

This is the message of Spartacus
relayed by his son.

Prepare yourselves for
the day of revolt.

Guards!

Guards!

Guards!

Look.

He broke into my room.

The most secure place
in the palace.

The palace houses traitors.
Their leader is among us!

It could be you, Vetius!

Or you.

Or Randus.

Why yes, Randus!

Where is he?
Why didn't he come running here?

I saw a sentry at his door.
Perhaps he's sleeping.

It's impossible he
didn't hear anything.

All of this began happening
when he arrived at Zeugma.

Rebellions, sedition, treachery.

And that "S" showed up
after he arrived.

Wake him up.

If he's sleeping.

Force the door!

By the gods!
Why all the fuss?

Are the rebels in town?

No, they're in our midst.

War is declared.

Really?

Is it that bad?

I hope I won't be
deprived of your sword.

You're a consul of Rome.

Give your orders,
and they'll be carried out.

Go.

Leave us.

Let me be frank, Randus.

The comedy of friendship I've
played with Caesar is over.

He's gotten rid of
all his enemies.

However, his burning ambition
isn't enough for him.

With me, it's a different story.

10 years ago, I lent Caesar
25 million sesterces...

and sent him to
campaign in Spain.

My creditors hunted me
like wild game.

This time,
my sesterces will serve me...

to track after him...

and Pharnaces' army.

What do you think of that?

I don't involve myself in politics.

Then you needn't get
indigestion over them.

Tomorrow, the whole
world will see...

that Crassus still has the power
to destroy his enemies.

Think about it.

You're either with me
or against me.

You're too intelligent...

to be deceived by your camp.

If the hand that
defiles the walls of this palace...

is guided by Caesar,

we'll know soon enough.

Crassus promised
a memorable spectacle.

He wants to win
the favor of his guest,

Manas, the brother of Pharnaces.

And he'll succeed.

Here he is.

O noble Manas, your presence
in this palace honors us.

I hope you'll be satisfied
with our hospitality.

Hello, Randus.

Crassus' party will be a success
if you're joining in.

We've been deprived of
your company lately.

Don't forget I've been
hunting down rebels.

Remember, I'm a soldier.

If that's the case...

I should have a sword
when I'm in your presence.

Nobody will hurt you.

We wouldn't attack a goddess
who's worshipped.

Randus, please listen to me.

Crassus is preparing to kill
more innocent people.

You're different from
all the others,

you can save them.

Otherwise, they'll be killed...

in a horrible manner.

Save them, I beg you.

I can't do anything for them.
They're rebels.

It appears their leader is
the son of Spartacus.

It's up to him to save them.

While it's my job to stop him.

Here's how I kill my enemies
in a bloodless fashion,

and how I honor my guests.

Thank you.

Do you know anymore than I do...

what this tent is?

Yet another one
of Crassus' inventions.

I have a feeling this evening
is going to be fun.

I doubt that any idea
of Crassus can be fun.

That remains to be seen.

Look well, noble prince.

What you'll see is
the fruit of my ingenuity.

If it's equal to the the sum
you've offered to our alliance,

it should be extraordinary.

My brother is in the desert,

with an army so massive
it can crush any enemy...

or settle broken promises.

Crassus keeps his promises.

That's good. A voice in the desert
will announce the coming of Caesar.

Your peace is threatened by rebels...

led by the Thracian heir
who defied Rome.

The son of Spartacus.

They're only a few desperate men.

Wait and see.

Uncover it.

They'll die slowly.

Life will leave their body.

Once the cage is filled with fumes,

justice will be done.

Close the doors, quick!

Up there!

Vetius!

Guards! To the assault!

Come on, get out!

Get out, quick!

Run!

Guards!

My death will cost you dearly.

My brother's vengeance will
be a true bloodbath.

Vetius, block the entrance
with the guards.

The hour of vengeance
is at hand, Crassus.

The son of Spartacus will
exact justice on...

his father's killer.

The lever, Lumonius!

No one gets the better of Crassus.

You're done for, slave.

Bravo, Lumonius.
Vetius, take him and kill him.

I want his head at my feet!

Raise the bars.

Finish him off!
I want his head!

Take it off.

Let's see his face.

Randus!

Wait!

He has some things to
tell me before he dies.

Put him in a cell!

You're not going to spare him?

No, I want to make him regret
the day he was born...

before he begs for death.

Take him away!

The news of this traitor's
capture has gotten around the city.

Unrest is spreading
among the population.

Armed groups are
occupying the villages.

There aren't enough
troops in the garrison

and the soldiers are
getting frightened.

Demonstrate your power
and kill this bandit without delay.

His death will show the rebels
the strength of Crassus.

What are you waiting for, Crassus?
Kill him...

or the slaves will eventually
invade your palace.

You're a fool, Vetius.

If you hadn't become
my right arm...

and my right hand man,

you'd have already
tried to kill me.

By poisoning my wine,
for example.

The danger is not from the rebels.

Rome always crushes them,

just as I crushed Spartacus.

Spartacus ended up on the cross.

Why not crucify his son?

You're getting old.

I forbid you to say that, Claudia.

Thank the Gods that allow you
to sleep in this palace...

instead of a brothel in Rome.

Time is running out.

Caesar is rapidly advancing
toward us.

Two legions should
be enough to repel him.

I'm Caesar's only obstacle
and he wants to eliminate me.

His tactics are infallible.

He's never failed.

Here Pharnaces, greedy for gold
and glory, is posted...

with an army ten times
greater than Caesar's...

and a hundred times
greater than ours.

A bunch of barbarians
led by a madman

who in his folly thinks he can
vanquish the Eagle of Rome.

Poor fool!

Caesar could wipe them out
in a single battle.

But that won't happen.

It is I who will lead
this army subservient to my gold.

Pharnaces will be glorified
for having vanquished Caesar...

and finally, Crassus
will reign over Rome.

But gold is not enough
to rally Pharnaces,

I must deliver to him
his brother's murderer.

Randus' blood...

is the price to be paid
to avenge the death of his brother.

His executioners
will take care of the traitor.

I will go to see Pharnaces,

give him the gold and the traitor,
advise him on strategy...

And wait.

After that,
we'll return to Zeugma...

then to Alexandria,

and finally, to Rome.

Prepare an escort.

Load the gold and
put the prisoner in a cage.

We'll leave the city discreetly.

In three days, we'll return
with the army that defeated Caesar.

Wait.

This decurion...

Lumonius.

I think it's time
to get rid of him.

Randus!

Randus, can you hear me?

I must be quick,
or Crassus will catch me.

I didn't believe my eyes
when I saw it was you.

I had no idea...

Forgive me, Randus.

I know what I have to do.

What?

Caesar is 50 miles from here.

I must warn him of
Pharnaces' threat.

Tell Caesar that
I tried to serve...

by serving those who
who suffer under slavery.

Slavery...

gives rise to rebels
desperate for freedom.

If Rome is for crucifixion,

I'm against Rome.

Tell Caesar that.

Caesar is a fair man.

He'll be lenient.

Go, Lumonius. Go.

Farewell, Randus.
May the Gods come to my aid.

Where's the Roman?

Halt! Halt!

Farewell, Randus!

Where are you going?

To see Caesar.

Everything's ready, Crassus.

Come on, hurry.

Double the sentries to safeguard
the gold and myself.

I'm tired,
I need to rest.

Tomorrow we need to be...

in good shape for Pharnaces.

You will be obeyed, Crassus.

You're still alive...

but not for long.

You wanted to toy with us,
and look where it got you.

In a cage, like an animal.

You could've become
rich and powerful,

but instead you chose
the cross, Randus,

rather than the toga of a tribune.

Lets go over there, too.

Please go, or something
bad may happen to you.

Save yourself, Randus.
You have to escape.

I brought your sword.

Cut here, quick.

Give me the sword.

Go ahead, my friends.
Draw your bows.

Go on, attack!

Quick, circle the tent!

Your time has come.

Baxus, no!

- Me or you, master?
- Me.

Now let's take care of Crassus.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

The Egyptians taught
me something, Crassus.

Gold melts like butter,

but it's less digestible.

Randus, save me!

Save me!
Don't let them kill me!

I'm a Roman consul!

Don't bother.
You've condemned yourself.

The slaves and the
oppressed have judged you.

Even as a Roman soldier,

I saw you as an enemy of Rome.

You thought you could buy
an army to fight Caesar.

In exchange for my life,
I promise you freedom!

And gold!
You'll have gold in abundance!

Help yourself, it's gold!

Gold!

Gold? Gold?

All the gold in the world
can't pay for...

their wounds,
their life of suffering and misery.

They're yours.

No! No, Randus!
Don't let them kill me!

Sa�da, I beg you!
Save me!

Save me, I beseech you!

I've always treated you well.

Please save me!

Randus.

She's a woman.

Let her live.

You're free.

But you owe your life to
a slave, remember that.

Take her to the dunes
and let her go.

No!

No! No!

Claudia, don't leave me!
They're going to kill me! No!

Take me away.

Hold him!

The richest man in Rome.

You're going to get
even more.

You hoarded gold
by spilling blood.

Now, drink your own gold.

Here's a little water
and some dates.

Give me a dagger.

It'll be more useful.

What now, Randus?

Perhap a new life.

Or maybe death.

In avenging my father,
I'd hoped to serve at least a little...

in the cause for justice.

Haven't you done that?

I don't know.

I'm a Roman citizen.

But now, everything's different.

These people have appointed me
their leader. I can't abandon them.

We defeated Crassus.

But the struggle for
freedom will be long.

I'm not afraid.

Wherever you are,
I'll be by your side.

I'm prepared to follow you, Randus.
Forever.

My freedom, my life,

is yours.

My love.

Randus!

Randus! The Roman cavalry
is headed toward us.

Attack, Randus.
If they're going to crush us...

at least we can die with dignity.

Give yourself over to Caesar, Randus.
Let Caesar judge you.

Gular, I go to meet Caesar.

Stay here.

I ordered you to keep
a close eye on Crassus.

But not that close.

I've done my duty.
His plot was exposed.

The man who killed my
father is dead.

Now it's my turn.

No man, free or slave...,

knows the hour of his death.

If you are the one
everyone says is...

the son of Spartacus,

then Rome cannot let you live.

I ask for nothing.

And you have nothing.

It's not simply a question of
your life and freedom,

it's the natural order of things.

I've given the province
over to Verulus.

He's an honest man.

If the law is respected here,
chains will fall.

But nature doesn't
like to be thwarted.

You must die.

You're not a man,
you're an example.

And as an example, Rome must
crucify you like your father,

to demonstrate that you cannot...

rebel against the state.

You were a good soldier...

and a faithful friend.

Caesar salutes you.

What will happen to the others?

They'll live.

Randus!

Look!

It's the entire population
of Zeugma, general.

News of the execution has spread.

One cross isn't enough, Caesar.

If you kill Spartacus' son,
you'll have to kill us all.

If you execute the
man who made us free,

prepare to crucify
all of us immediately.

Just as it was 20 years ago,
we all say to you:

"I am Spartacus!"

Caesar, listen to their voice.

Rome is the world,
and you are Rome.

There isn't enough wood
to make that many crosses.

We're in the desert.

Isn't that so, Verulus?

Yes, general.

You didn't appoint me governor
to rule over dead people.

He's free!

Farewell, Randus.
Good luck.

Farewell, my friend.

We've won for good.
Come, Randus.

Here is the
sword of your father.

Farewell, Verulus.

Remember that sometimes,

clemency is better for
Rome than force.

Farewell, Caesar.

Forward!

There will always be
a hand to grasp it...

in order to defend freedom
and human dignity.

Now anyone who
fights against oppression

can say:

"I am the son of Spartacus."

THE END

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