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Sir.

General.

General.

General.

Sir.

General.

Sir.

Lean and hungry.

- Still nothing?
- Not a sign.

- How long has he been gone?
- Nearly two hours.

Will they fight, sir?

We shall know soon enough.

Soldier, I ordered you
to move those catapults forward.

- They're out of range.
- Range is good.

- The danger to the cavalry...
- Is acceptable. Agreed?

They say no.

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People should know when they're conquered.

Would you, Quintus?

Would I?

- Strength and honor.
- Strength and honor.

Strength and Honor.

At my signal, unleash hell.

Load the catapults.

Infantry form up for advance.

- Archers ready.
- Archers!

- Nock!
- Nock!

< Fratres! >
[ Brothers! ]

« Maximus! »
« Maximus! »

« Three weeks from now,
I will be harvesting my crops.« »

Imagine where you will be,
and it will be so.

Hold the line! Stay with me!

If you find yourself alone,

riding in green fields
with the sun on your face,

do not be troubled.

For you are in Elysium,
and you're already dead!

Brothers,

what we do in life

echoes in eternity.

Pull!

« Cohorts ready, sir! »

Archers, ignite!

- Ignite!
- Ignite!

Archers, draw!

Loose!

« All right, men, ready! »

« Hold the line! »

« Loose! »

« Reload! »

« Hold the line! »

- Draw!
- Loose!

« Stay with me! »

« Stay with me! »

< Roma victor! >
[ Rome winner ]

< Roma victor! >
[ Rome winner ]

Do you think he's really dying?

He's been dying for 10 years.

If he weren't really dying,
he wouldn't have sent for us.

Maybe he just misses us.

And the senators?
He wouldn't have summoned them if...

Peace, Commodus.

After two weeks on the road,

your incessant scheming
is hurting my head.

He's made his decision.
He's going to announce it.

He will name me.

The first thing I shall do when...

Is honor him with games
worthy of His Majesty.

For now, the first thing I shall do
is have a hot bath.

« Your Highness? »

« We seem to be almost there, sir. »

- Sire.
- Where's the Emperor?

He's at the front, sire.
They've been gone for 19 days.

The wounded are still coming in.

My horse.

My lord.

Kiss?

You have proved your valor yet again,
Maximus.

Let us hope, for the last time.

There's no one left to fight, sire.

There is always someone left to fight.

How can I reward Rome's greatest general?

Let me go home.

Ah!

Home.

They honor you, Caesar.

It's for you, Maximus. They honor you.

Have I missed it?
Have I missed the battle?

You have missed the war.

Father, congratulations.

I shall sacrifice 100 bulls
to honor your triumph.

Save the bulls.

Honor Maximus. He won the battle.

- General.
- Highness.

Rome salutes you,
and I embrace you as a brother.

It has been too long, my old friend.

Highness.

Here, Father. Take my arm.

I think it is time for me to leave.

So much for the glory of Rome.

Magnificent battle.

« General. Still alive? »

Still alive.

The gods must have a sense of humor.

- The gods must love you.
- Valerius.

Back to barracks, General?
Or to Rome?

Home. My wife, my son, the harvest.

Maximus the farmer.
I still have difficulty imagining that.

You know, dirt cleans off
a lot easier than blood, Quintus.

- Here he is.
- Highness.

Senator Gaius, Senator Falco.

Beware of Gaius. He'll pour
a honeyed potion in your ear,

and you'll wake up one day
and all you'll say is,

"Republic, republic, republic."

Well, why not?
Rome was founded as a republic.

Yes, and in a republic
the senate has the power.

But Senator Gaius isn't influenced
by that, of course.

Where do you stand, General?
Emperor or Senate?

A soldier has the advantage

of being able to look
his enemy in the eye, Senator.

Well, with an army behind you,
you could be extremely political.

I warned you. Now I shall save you.
Senators.

Maximus.

I'm going to need good men like you.

How may I be of service, Highness?

You're a man who knows
what it is to command.

You give your orders,
the orders are obeyed,

and the battle is won.

But these senators scheme, squabble
and flatter and deceive.

Maximus, we must save Rome
from the politicians, my friend.

Can I count on you when the time comes?

Highness, when your father releases me,
I intend to return home.

Home? Well, no one's earned it more.

Don't get too comfortable.
I may call on you before long.

Lucilla's here. Did you know?

She's not forgotten you.

And now, you're the great man.

If only you had been born a man,

what a Caesar you would have made.

Father.

You would have been strong.

I wonder, would you have been just?

I would have been
what you taught me to be.

How was your journey?

Long. Uncomfortable.
Why have I come?

I need your help. With your brother.

Of course.

He loves you. He always has.

And

he will need you now, more than ever.

Enough of politics.

Let us pretend
that you are a loving daughter,

and I am a good father.

This is a pleasant fiction, isn't it?

« Good morning to you. »

« I need three more horses. »

« One! Two! Three! »

Four!

One! Two!

« You sent for me, Caesar? »

- Caesar?
- Tell me again, Maximus.

Why are we here?

For the glory of the empire, sire.

Yes.

Yes, I remember.

Do you see that map, Maximus?

That is the world which I created.

For 25 years,

I have conquered, spilt blood,
expanded the empire.

Since I became Caesar,
I've known four years without war.

Four years of peace in 20.

And for what?

I brought the sword. Nothing more.

Caesar, your life...

Please. Please don't call me that.

Come. Please.

Come sit.

Let us talk together now,

very simply, as men.

Well, Maximus,

talk.

Five thousand of my men are out there
in the freezing mud.

Three thousand of them
are bloodied and cleaved.

Two thousand will never leave this place.

I will not believe that they fought
and died for nothing.

And what would you believe?

They fought for you and for Rome.

And what is Rome, Maximus?

I've seen much of the rest of the world.

It is brutal and cruel and dark.
Rome is the light.

Yet you have never been there.

You have not seen what it has become.

I am dying, Maximus.

When a man sees his end,

he wants to know
there was some purpose to his life.

How will the world speak my name
in years to come?

Will I be known as the philosopher?

The warrior?

The tyrant?

Or will I be the Emperor
who gave Rome back her true self?

There was once a dream that was Rome.

You could only whisper it.

Anything more than a whisper
and it would vanish,

it was so fragile.

And I fear that it will not survive
the winter.

Maximus,

let us whisper now,

together, you and I.

You have a son.

Tell me about your home.

My house is in the hills above Trujillo.

A very simple place.

Pink stones that warm in the sun.

A kitchen garden
that smells of herbs in the day,

jasmine in the evening.

Through the gate is a giant poplar.

Figs, apples, pears.

The soil, Marcus, black.
Black like my wife's hair.

Grapes on the south slopes,
olives on the north.

Wild ponies play near my house.
They tease my son.

He wants to be one of them.

When was the last time you were home?

Two years, 264 days and this morning.

I envy you, Maximus. It's a good home.

Worth fighting for.

There is one more duty

that I ask of you before you go home.

What would you have me do, Caesar?

I want you to become
the protector of Rome after I die.

I will empower you to one end alone,

to give power back to the people of Rome,

and end the corruption
that has crippled it.

Will you accept this great honor
that I have offered you?

With all my heart, no.

Maximus,

that is why it must be you.

But surely a prefect, a senator,

somebody who knows the city,
who understands her politics.

But you have not been corrupted
by her politics.

- And Commodus?
- Commodus is not a moral man.

You have known that
since you were young.

Commodus cannot rule.

He must not rule.

You are the son that I should have had.

Commodus will accept my decision.

He knows that you command
the loyalty of the army.

I need some time, sire.

Yes.

By sunset, I hope you will have agreed.

Now embrace me as my son.

And bring an old man another blanket.

« - My father favors you now. »
- My lady.

- It was not always so.
- Many things change.

Many things. Not everything.

Maximus, stop.

Let me see your face.

- You seem upset.
- I lost many men.

What did my father want with you?

To wish me well before I leave for home.

You're lying.

I could always tell when you were lying,
because you were never any good at it.

- I never acquired your comfort with it.
- True.

But then you never had to.

Life is more simple for a soldier.

Or do you think me heartless?

I think you have a talent for survival.

Maximus, stop.

Is it really so terrible seeing me again?

No. I'm tired from battle.

It hurts you to see my father so fragile.

Commodus expects that my father
will announce his succession within days.

Will you serve my brother
as you served his father?

I will always serve Rome.

Do you know,

I still remember you in my prayers.

Oh, yes. I pray.

I was sad to hear of your husband's death.
I mourned him.

- Thank you.
- And I hear you have a son.

Yes. Lucius.

He'll be nearly eight years old.

My son is also nearly eight.

I thank you for your prayers.

« Ancestors, I ask for your guidance. »

« Blessed Mother, come to me
with the gods' desire for my future. »

« Blessed Father, watch over my wife
and son with a ready sword. »

« Whisper to them,
I live only to hold them again. »

« Ancestors, I honor you, »

« and will try to live
with the dignity you have taught me. »

Cicero.

Sir.

Do you ever find it hard to do your duty?

Sometimes I do what I want to do.

The rest of the time, I do what I have to.

We may not be able to go home,
after all.

Are you ready to do your duty for Rome?

Yes, Father.

You will not be emperor.

Which wiser, older man
is to take my place?

My powers will pass to Maximus,

to hold in trust,

until the Senate is ready to rule
once more.

Rome is to be a republic again.

- Maximus.
- Yes.

My decision disappoints you?

You wrote to me once,

listing the four chief virtues.

Wisdom,

justice,

fortitude,

and temperance.

As I read the list,
I knew I had none of them.

But I have other virtues, Father.

Ambition.

That can be a virtue
when it drives us to excel.

Resourcefulness, courage.

Perhaps not on the battlefield,
but there are many forms of courage.

Devotion to my family,

to you.

But none of my virtues were on your list.

Even then it was as
if you didn't want me for your son.

Commodus,

you go too far.

I searched the faces of the gods

for ways to please you,
to make you proud.

One kind word,

one full hug,

where you pressed me to your chest
and held me tight,

would have been like the sun
on my heart for 1,000 years.

What is it in me you hate so much?

Shh... Commodus.

All I've ever wanted

was to live up to you, Caesar.

- Father.
- Commodus,

your faults as a son

is my failure as a father.

Come.

Father.

I would butcher the whole world,

if you would only have loved me!

Maximus, the Emperor needs you.
It's urgent.

Lament with me, brother.

Our great father is dead.

How did he die?

The surgeons say there was no pain.

His breath gave out as he slept.

Father.

Your emperor asks for your loyalty,
Maximus.

Take my hand.

I only offer it once.

Quintus.

Hail, Caesar.

I must talk to the senators.
I need their counsel.

- Wake Gaius and Falco.
- Gaius and Falco.

- Sword.
- Sword.

Maximus, please be careful.
That was not prudent.

Prudent? The Emperor has been slain.

The emperor died of natural causes.

- Why are you armed, Quintus?
- Guards!

Please don't fight, Maximus.

I'm sorry. Caesar has spoken.

Ride until dawn,

and then execute him.

Quintus, look at me. Look at me!

Promise me
that you will look after my family.

Your family will meet you
in the afterlife.

Kneel.

« Blessed Father,
watch over my wife and son. »

« Whisper to them
that I live only to hold them again. »

At least give me a clean death.

A soldier's death.

The frost,
sometimes it makes the blade stick.

Praetorian!

« When was the last time you were home? »

« Two years, 264 days and this morning. »

« Blessed Father, watch over my wife
and son with a ready sword. »

« I will try to live with the dignity
you have taught me. »

« Whisper to them,
I live only to hold them again. »

« ...with a ready sword,
for all else is dust and air. »

« Whisper to them,
I live only to hold them again. »

« For all else is dust and air. »

Papa!

Don't die.

« You'll meet them again. »

« Not yet. »

No. They will clean it. Wait and see.

Don't die.

They'll feed you to the lions.

They are worth more than we are.

Better now?

Clean. You see?

« Proximo! My old friend. »

« Every day is a great day
when you are here, »

« but today »

is your most fortunate day.

Those giraffes you sold me,
they won't mate.

They just walk around eating
and not mating.

You sold me queer giraffes.

- I want my money back.
- Not a chance.

- I do special price for you.
- On what?

Have you seen my new stock?
Come and see them.

« Do any of them fight?
I've got a match coming up. »

Some are good for fighting,
others for dying.

You need both, I think.

Get up.

What's your trade?

I was a hunter.

No, I bought him from a salt mine
in Carthage.

Sit down.

Mark of the legion.

Deserter.

Maybe so, but who cares?

He's a Spaniard.

I'll take six. For 1,000.

1,000?
The Numidian alone is worth 2,000.

These slaves are rotten.

It all adds to the flavor.
No, no, no, wait! Wait!

I can negotiate.

I'll give you 2,000,
and 4,000 for the beasts.

That's 5,000 for an old friend.

Come on! How long does it take
to get into my own house?

I am Proximo.

I shall be closer to you
for the next few days,

which will be the last
of your miserable lives,

than that bitch of a mother that
brought you screaming into this world.

I did not pay good money for you
for your company.

I paid it so that I could profit
from your death.

And as your mother was there
at your beginning,

so I shall be there at your end.

And when you die, and die you shall,

your transition shall be
to the sound of...

Gladiators,

I salute you.

« Red. »

« Yellow. »

Yellow.

« Good. »

- Red.
- Red.

Spaniard.

« That's enough for the moment! »

His time will come.

Next.

« Spaniard, »

« why don't you fight? »

We all have to fight.

Well, I don't fight.

I shouldn't be here, I'm a scribe,
I write down words,

and speak seven languages.

Good.

Tomorrow, you can scream
in seven languages.

Perhaps the scribe will be
the one who wins his freedom.

Freedom?

What do I have to do?

You go in the arena and you kill me.

And him,

and the Numidian,

and the deserter.

And 100 more.

And when there's no more to fight,
you're free.

I can't do that.

No?

But I can.

Is that the sign of your gods?

Will that not anger them?

The gods favor you.

Red is the gods' color.

You will need their help today.

Proximo!

Still leading with the German?

The crowd love a barbarian.

Besides that, he's making me rich.

Has that Numidian fought before?

No, first time.

And that one, laborer, soldier?

He's a Spaniard.

He might as well be a eunuch
for what he brings to the ring.

500 < sestertii >, the Numidian
and Spaniard team makes it through.

And 1,000, that the Numidian
makes it through alone.

Are you asking me
to bet against my own man?

It's unethical.

What if I make it 2,000?

Some of you are thinking you won't fight,

some that you can't fight.

They all say that until they're out there.

Listen.

« Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! »

Thrust this into another man's flesh,

and they will applaud
and love you for that.

And you,

you may begin to love them

for that.

Ultimately, we're all dead men.

Sadly, we cannot choose how,

but we can decide
how we meet that end,

in order that we are remembered

as men.

Come on!

« On the left, draw your shields! »

« On the right, draw your swords! »

« Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! »

« Pair them up, red with yellow. »

« Next! »

« Move! »

« Usurper! »

- Go away!
- You'll never rule us, Commodus!

He enters Rome like a conquering hero.
But what has he conquered?

Give him time, Gracchus. He's young.

I think he could do very well.

For Rome, or for you?

« Go to your mother, Lucius.
It's what she'd like. »

- Lucius!
- Mother!

Hail, Caesar.

Senators.

Rome greets her new emperor.

Your loyal subjects bid you welcome,
Highness.

Thank you, Falco.

And for the loyal subjects,
I trust they weren't too expensive.

- Caesar.
- Gracchus.

All Rome rejoices in your return,
Caesar.

There are many matters
that require your attention.

« To order, please. To order. »

« For your guidance, Caesar, »

« the Senate has prepared
a series of protocols »

« to begin addressing
the many problems in the city,«»

beginning with basic sanitation
for the Greek Quarter,

to combat the plague
which is already springing up there.

So, if Caesar...

Don't you see, Gracchus?

That's the very problem, isn't it?

My father spent all his time at study,

at books of learning and philosophy.

He spent his twilight hours
reading scrolls from the Senate.

And all the while,
the people were forgotten.

But the senate is the people, sire,

chosen from among the people
to speak for the people.

I doubt many of the people
eat so well as you do, Gracchus.

Or have such splendid mistresses,
Gaius.

I think I understand my own people.

Then perhaps Caesar will be so good
as to teach us,

out of his own extensive experience.

I call it love.

I am their father.
The people are my children.

And I shall hold them to my bosom
and embrace them tightly.

Have you ever embraced
someone dying of plague, sire?

No, but if you interrupt me again,

I assure you that you shall.

Senator, my brother is very tired.

Leave your list with me.
Caesar shall do all that Rome requires.

My lady, as always,
your lightest touch commands obedience.

Who are they to lecture me?

Commodus, the Senate has its uses.

What uses? All they do is talk.

It should be just you and me and Rome.

Don't even think it.
There's always been a Senate.

Rome has changed.

It takes an emperor to rule an empire.

Of course, but leave the people their...

Illusions?

Traditions.

My father's war against the barbarians.

He said it himself, it achieved nothing.
But the people loved him.

The people always love victories.

Why? They didn't see the battles.

What do they care about Germania?

They care about the greatness of Rome.

"The greatness of Rome."

Well, what is that?

It's an idea. Greatness.

- Greatness is a vision.
- Exactly. A vision.

Do you not see, Lucilla?

I will give the people a vision of Rome,
and they'll love me for it.

And they'll soon forget

the tedious sermonizing
of a few dry old men.

I will give the people
the greatest vision of their lives.

« White and red wine
for your drinking pleasure! »

Games.

One hundred and fifty days of games.

He's cleverer than I thought.

Clever. The whole of Rome
would be laughing at him,

if they weren't so afraid
of his Praetorians.

Fear and wonder.
A powerful combination.

You really think the people
are going to be seduced by that?

I think he knows what Rome is.
Rome is the mob.

Conjure magic for them,
and they'll be distracted.

Take away their freedom,
and still they'll roar.

The beating heart of Rome
is not the marble of the Senate.

It's the sand of the Colosseum.

He'll bring them death,

and they will love him for it.

All you do is kill, kill, kill.

The crowd don't want a butcher,
they want a hero.

We want them to keep coming back.

So don't just hack them to pieces,
remember you are an entertainer.

« Spaniard. »

Spaniard.
Spaniard.

Spaniard.
Spaniard.

Spaniard.

So entertain!

Are you not entertained?
Are you not entertained?

Is this not why you're here?

« Spaniard! Spaniard! Spaniard! »

« Spaniard! Spaniard! Spaniard! »
« Spaniard! Spaniard! Spaniard! »

What do you want?

Girl?

Boy?

- You sent for me.
- Yes, I did.

You're good, Spaniard,
but you're not that good.

You could be magnificent.

I'm required to kill, so I kill.
That is enough.

That's enough for the provinces,
but not for Rome.

The young emperor has arranged
a series of spectacles

to commemorate his father,
Marcus Aurelius.

I find that amusing,

since it was Marcus Aurelius, the wise,

the all-knowing Marcus Aurelius,
that closed us down.

So finally, after five years
of scratching a living

in flea-infested villages,

we're finally going back
to where we belong.

The Colosseum.

You should see the Colosseum,
Spaniard.

Fifty thousand Romans,

watching every movement of your sword,

willing you to make that killer blow.

The silence before you strike
and the noise afterwards.

It rises. It rises up,

like a storm.

As if you were the thunder god himself.

- You were a gladiator?
- Yes, I was.

You won your freedom?

A long time ago, the Emperor

presented me with a < rudius >.

It's just a wooden sword.

The symbol of your freedom.

He touched me on the shoulder,
and I was free.

You knew Marcus Aurelius?

I did not say I knew him.
I said he touched me on the shoulder once.

You asked me what I want.

I, too, want to stand
in front of the Emperor,

as you did.

Then listen to me. Learn from me.

I wasn't the best
because I killed quickly.

I was the best
because the crowd loved me.

Win the crowd,
and you'll win your freedom.

I will win the crowd.

I will give them something
they've never seen before.

So, Spaniard, we shall go to Rome together

and have bloody adventures.

And the great whore will suckle us

until we are fat and happy
and can suckle no more.

And then,

when enough men have died,

perhaps you will have your freedom.

Here. Use this.

It's somewhere out there, my country.

My home.

My wife is preparing food.

My daughters carry water from the river.

Will I ever see them again?

I think, no.

Do you believe you'll see them again
when you die?

I think so.

But then, I will die soon.

They will not die for many years.

I'll have to wait.

But you would? Wait?

Of course.

You see,

my wife and my son

are already waiting for me.

You'll meet them again. But not yet.

Not yet.

- Unless...
- Not yet.

Not yet.

« There he is. »

« Out. »

« Move, go, out! »

« Good to see you again, old friend. »

Bring me fortune.

Have you ever seen anything
like that before?

« I didn't know men could build
such things. »

Win the crowd.

« Get inside. Move. »

« Inside. »

He sleeps so well because he's loved.

Come, brother. It's late.

I will make Rome
the wonder of the ages.

That is what Gracchus
and his friends don't understand.

All my desires
are splitting my head to pieces.

Commodus, drink this tonic.

I think the time is almost right.

I could announce
the dissolution of the Senate

at the celebration to honor our father.

Do you think I should?

Are the people ready?

I think you need your rest now.

Will you stay with me?

Still afraid of the dark, brother?

Still.

Always.

- Stay with me tonight.
- You know I won't.

Then kiss me.

Sleep, brother.

Having servants who are deaf and mute

at least ensures I live a little longer.

They're arresting scholars now.

Anyone who dare speak out.
Even satirists and chroniclers.

And mathematicians.

And all to feed the arena.

The Senate did not approve martial law.

This reign of terror
is entirely the Praetorians.

I'm afraid to go out after dark.

You should be more afraid
of your activities during the day.

The Senate is full of his spies,
led by that whore master, Falco.

But what is in his mind?
That's what I trouble myself with.

He spends all his days
singularly obsessed,

planning the festival
to honor your father.

He neglects even
the most fundamental task of government.

So just what is he planning?

And what pays for it?

These daily games are costing a fortune,
yet we have no new taxes.

The future.

The future pays for it.

He's started selling the grain reserves.

This can't be true.

He's selling Rome's reserves of grain.

The people will be starving in two years.

I hope they're enjoying the games,

because soon enough
they'll be dead because of them.

- Rome must know this.
- And how?

He's going to dissolve the Senate.

And who will tell them
before it's too late? You, Gracchus?

You, Gaius.

Will you make a speech
on the floor of the Senate,

denouncing my brother?

And then see your family in the Colosseum?

Who'd dare?

I have been living
in a prison of fear every day,

because my son is heir to the throne.

He must die.

Quintus and the Praetorians

would simply seize control for themselves.

No. Cut off the head
and the snake cannot strike.

Lucilla, Gaius is right.

Until we can neutralize the Praetorians,
we can achieve nothing.

So we do nothing?

No, child. We keep our counsel.

We prepare.

As long as the people support him,
we are voices without steel.

We are air.

But with every day that passes,
he makes enemies.

One day, he'll have more enemies
than friends.

And on that day, we will act.

Then we will strike.

But until then,

we are docile.

We are obedient.

And we are treacherous.

« Come on! »

All right, that's enough.

« The Emperor wants battles, »

and I don't want to sacrifice
my best fighters.

The crowd wants battles,
so the Emperor gives them battles.

- You get the battle of Carthage.
- Massacre of Carthage.

Well, why don't you go down to the prison,

round up all the beggars and thieves?

We've done that.

If you want to give away
the best gladiators

in the whole of the empire,

then I want double the rates.

You'll get your contract rates,
or you'll get your contract canceled.

You don't like it?

Then you can crawl back down
that shit hole that you came from.

« Cassius, please. You can free us. »

Gladiator, are you the one
they call the Spaniard?

Yes.

They said you were a giant.

They said you could crush
a man's skull with one hand.

A man's? No.

A boy's.

- Do they have good horses in Spain?
- Some of the best.

This is Argento and this is Scarto.

They were my horses.

They were taken from me.

I like you, Spaniard.
I shall cheer for you.

- They let you watch the games?
- My uncle says it makes me strong.

- And what does your father say?
- My father is dead.

Master Lucius, it is time.

I have to go.

Your name is Lucius?

Lucius Verus, after my father.

« Lower! »

« - Claudius!
- Yes? »

« - More shields!
- All right. »

« When the Emperor enters,
raise your weapons, salute him, »

« and then speak together. »

« Face the Emperor
and don't turn your back on him. »

« Go, and die with honor. »

« Hail, mighty Caesar! »

« Caesar! Caesar! »

« Caesar! Caesar! »

« Caesar! Caesar! »

« Caesar! Caesar! »

We who are about to die, salute you!

« On this day »

we reach back to hallowed antiquity

to bring you a re-creation
of the second fall

of mighty Carthage!

On the barren plain of Zama

there stood the invincible armies

of the barbarian Hannibal.

Ferocious mercenaries and warriors

from all brute nations,

bent on merciless destruction,

conquest.

Your emperor is pleased to give you

the barbarian horde!

Anyone here been in the army?

« Yes. I served with you at Vindobona. »

You can help me.

Whatever comes out of these gates,

we've got a better chance of survival
if we work together.

Do you understand?

If we stay together, we survive.

The Emperor is pleased to bring you
the legionnaires

of Scipio Africanus!

To the death!

« Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! »
« Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! »

Stay close.

Come together!

Stay close. Staggered columns!

« You don't have a chance. »

« Lock your shields. Stay as one. »

Hold!

Hold! As one!

Well done.

Hold. Down low!

- Yes!
- Whao!

Hagen!

This column to the chariot!
This column stay with me!

Quickly!

- Get out there.
- Hurry!

Maximus!

Single column! Single column!

« We win! »

My history's a little hazy, Cassius,

but shouldn't the barbarians
lose the battle of Carthage?

Yes, sire.

Forgive me, sire.

No, I rather enjoy surprises.

Who is he?

They call him the Spaniard, sire.

I think I'll meet him.

Yes, sire.

« Hail to the barbarians! »

« Forward! Arms at ready! »

Drop your weapons.

Gladiator, the Emperor has asked for you.

I am at the Emperor's service.

Rise. Rise.

Your fame is well deserved, Spaniard.

I don't think there's ever been
a gladiator to match you.

As for this young man,
he insists you are Hector reborn.

Or was it Hercules?

Why doesn't the hero reveal himself
and tell us all your real name?

You do have a name.

My name is Gladiator.

How dare you show your back to me? Slave!

You will remove your helmet
and tell me your name.

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius,

commander of the armies of the north,

general of the Felix Legions,

loyal servant to the true emperor,
Marcus Aurelius,

father to a murdered son,

husband to a murdered wife,

and I will have my vengeance,
in this life or the next.

« Arms! »

« Live! Live! Live! »

« Live! Live! »

« Live! Live! »

« Live! Live! »

« Live! Live! »

« Live! Live! »

« Live! Live! »

« Live! Live! Live!»

« Arms, at rest! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

Father.

Why is he still alive?

I don't know.

He shouldn't be alive.

It vexes me.

I'm terribly vexed.

I did what I had to do.

If Father had had his way,
the empire would have been torn apart.

You do see that.

Yes.

What did you feel when you saw him?

I felt nothing.

He wounded you deeply, didn't he?

No more than I wounded him.

They lied to me in Germania.

They told me he was dead.

If they lie to me, they don't respect me.

If they don't respect me,
how can they ever love me?

Then you must let the legions know

their treachery will not go unpunished.

Poor sister.

I wouldn't want to be your enemy.

What will you do?

This way.

Rich matrons pay well to be pleasured
by the bravest champions.

I knew your brother would send assassins.

I didn't realize he would send his best.

Maximus, he doesn't know.

My family was burnt and crucified
while they were still alive.

- I knew nothing...
- Don't lie to me!

I wept for them.

As you wept for your father?
As you wept for your father?

I have been living
in a prison of fear since that day.

To be unable to mourn your father
for fear of your brother.

To live in terror
every moment of every day,

because your son is heir to the throne.

I have wept.

My son was innocent.

So is mine.

Must my son die, too,
before you'll trust me?

What does it matter if I trust you or not?

The gods have spared you.
Don't you understand?

Today I saw a slave become more powerful
than the emperor of Rome.

The gods have spared me?

I am at their mercy,
with the power only to amuse a mob.

That is power.

The mob is Rome.

And while Commodus controls them,
he controls everything.

Listen to me.

My brother has enemies,
most of all in the Senate.

But while the people follow him,

no one would dare stand up to him
until you.

They oppose him, yet they do nothing.

There are some politicians
who have dedicated their lives to Rome.

One man above all.

If I can arrange it, will you meet him?

Do you not understand?

I may die in this cell tonight,
or in the arena tomorrow. I am a slave!

What possible difference can I make?

This man wants what you want.

Then have him kill Commodus!

I knew a man once,

a noble man.

A man of principle who loved my father,

and my father loved him.

This man served Rome well.

That man is gone.

Your brother did his work well.

Let me help you.

Yes, you can help me.

Forget you ever knew me,
never come here again.

Guard! The lady is finished with me.

What's your name?

Julian Crassus.

Name?

Marcus, sire.

My father's name.

They must have known of Maximus' escape,

when they found
the bodies of the four men.

They thought it was a barbarian raid.

These are good men, sire.
Loyal to the Emperor.

« Load your arrows! »

« Prepare to shoot! »

Then perhaps it was you who knew,

and never told me.

- I didn't know.
- You didn't know?

But a general is always in control.

Always in command, isn't he?

Yes, Caesar.

Then give the command. Say it.

Fire.

« Maximus. »

You commanded legions?
You had many victories?

- Yes.
- In Germania?

In many countries.

« General. »

You have a great name.

He must kill your name
before he kills you.

Yes, at the far end.

- Senator Gaius.
- Hello.

Senator Gracchus.

Don't often see you enjoying
the pleasures of the vulgar crowd.

I don't pretend to be
a man of the people, Senator,

but I do try to be a man for the people.

« Caesar! Caesar! Caesar! »

« Caesar! Caesar! Caesar! »

« People of Rome! »

On the fourth day of Antioch,

we can celebrate
the 64th day of the games.

And in his majestic charity,

the Emperor has deigned this day
to favor the people of Rome

with an historical final match.

Returning to the Colosseum today,
after five years in retirement,

Caesar is pleased to bring you

the only undefeated champion

in Roman history,

the legendary Tigris of Gaul!

He knows too well
how to manipulate the mob.

Marcus Aurelius had a dream
that was Rome, Proximo.

This is not it. This is not it!

Marcus Aurelius is dead, Maximus.

We mortals are but shadows and dust.

Shadows and dust, Maximus!

« Representing the training lyceum
of Antonius Proximo, »

« Caesar is proud to give you »

« Aelius Maximus! »

They embrace him
like he's one of their own.

The mob is fickle, brother.
He'll be forgotten in a month.

No, much sooner than that.

It's been arranged.

We who are about to die salute you.

« We're with you, Maximus! »

« Fight on, finish it! »

« Pull, pull! »

« Loose! Loose! »

- Gut him!
- Kill!

« Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! »

« Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! »

« Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! »

« Kill! Kill! Kill! »

« Kill! Kill! Kill! »

« Kill! Kill! Kill! »

« Kill! Kill! Kill! »

« Kill! Kill! Kill! »

« Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! »

- Kill!
- Kill!

« Maximus ! »

« Maximus the Merciful! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! »

Forward, arms at ready!

What am I going to do with you?

You simply won't die.

Are we so different, you and I?

You take life when you have to, as I do.

I have only one more life to take.
Then it is done.

Then take it now.

They tell me your son

squealed like a girl
when they nailed him to the cross.

And your wife

moaned like a whore

when they ravaged her again and again

and again.

The time for honoring yourself
will soon be at an end,

Highness.

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

General! General!

General! General!

- General!
- Cicero!

« Général ! »

- General!
- Where are you camped?

Ostia.

- We love you, Maximus!
- Praise the victor!

Tell the men their general lives.
Find me.

- Move along!
- Find me!

Can they hear you?

- Who?
- Your family, in the afterlife.

- Yes.
- What do you say to them?

To my boy,

I tell him I will see him again soon,

and to keep his heels down
when he's riding his horse.

To my wife,

that is not your business.

And now they love Maximus for his mercy.

So I can't just kill him,
or it makes me even more unmerciful.

The whole thing
is like some great nightmare.

He is defying you.

His every victory is an act of defiance.

The mob sees this, and so do the Senate.

Every day he lives, they grow bolder.

- Kill him.
- No.

I will not make a martyr of him.

When I went to the Senate today,

I purposefully told them about using
the grain reserves to pay for the games.

And did you note what happened?

- Nothing.
- Exactly. Nothing.

Not a single word of protest.

Even the insolent Senator Gracchus
was silent as a mouse.

Why?

I have been told of a certain sea snake

which has a very unusual method
of attracting its prey.

It will lie at the bottom of the ocean
as if wounded.

Then its enemies will approach,

and yet it will lie quite still.

And then its enemies
will take little bites of it,

and yet it remains still.

So,

we will lie still,

and let our enemies come to us and nibble.

Have every senator followed.

« Maximus. »

Cicero, my old friend.

I thought perhaps I'd seen you
for the last time.

- I thought you were dead.
- Close.

How long have the men been in Ostia?

All winter.

- And how do they look?
- Fat and bored.

- Who's in command?
- Some fool from Rome.

How soon do you think
they could be ready to fight?

For you, tomorrow.

I need you to do something for me.

« Come, see, witness. »

« If you haven't been in the arena,
you can see the show here. »

« Giant Maximus is defeating »

our emperor, Commodus.

What are we to do?
He's just defying everyone,

by doing this to him, they do...

My goodness!

« He got him, he's defeated. »

« Give way! »

My lady?
I served your father at Vindobona.

« - Back. »
- My lady.

« I served your father at Vindobona. »

Back!

And I served General Maximus.
I serve him still.

Stop! Stop!

« Stop! »

« Stand back. »

The general sends word,
he will meet your politician.

- For your loyalty, soldier.
- Thank you, my lady.

« Leave us. »

Senator Gracchus.

General.

I hope my coming here today
is evidence enough

that you can trust me.

- The Senate is with you?
- The Senate?

Yes. I can speak for them.

You can buy my freedom
and smuggle me out of Rome?

To what end?

Get me outside the city walls.

Have fresh horses ready to take me to Ostia.
My army is encamped there.

By nightfall of the second day,
I shall return at the head of 5,000 men.

But the legions all have new commanders,

loyal to Commodus.

Let my men see me alive, and,
you shall see where their loyalties lie.

This is madness.

No Roman army has entered
the capital in 100 years.

I will not trade one dictatorship
for another!

The time for half measures
and talk is over, Senator.

And after your glorious coup, what then?

You'll take your 5,000 warriors and leave?

I will leave.

The soldiers will stay
for your protection,

under the command of the Senate.

So,

once all of Rome is yours,
you'll just give it back to the people?

Tell me why.

Because that was the last wish
of a dying man.

I will kill Commodus.

The fate of Rome I leave to you.

Marcus Aurelius trusted you.

His daughter trusts you.

I will trust you.

But we have little time.

Give me two days,

and I will buy your freedom.

And you,

you stay alive,

or I'll be dead.

Now we must go.

« He'll be waiting for you.
Stand at the foot of the colossus. »

« He'll find you. »

It won't work.

The Emperor knows too much.

And as for me,

it's becoming dangerous.

You'll be paid on my return.

I give you my word.

Your word? What if you don't return?

Do you remember what it was
to have trust, Proximo?

Trust?

Who am I to trust?

- I will kill Commodus.
- Why would I want that?

He makes me rich.

I know that you are a man of your word,
General.

I know that you would die for honor.

You would die for Rome.

You would die for the memory
of your ancestors.

But I, on the other hand,

I'm an entertainer.

Guard!

He killed the man who set you free.

Praetorians, master.

Halt!

« Where have you been? »

« I sent for you. »

Please, brother.

What's troubling you?

Does Gracchus have a new lover?

I don't know.

I thought you'd seen him.

He infects everyone like a putrid fever.

For the health of Rome,
the Senate must be bled.

And he will bleed, too.

Very soon.

But not tonight.

Do you remember what our father said once?

"It's a dream,"

"a frightful dream,"

"life is."

Do you think that's true?

I don't know.

I think it is.

And I have only you to share it with.

Open your mouth.

You know I love you.

And I love you.

Out. Get out!

Move!

Congratulations, General.

You've got very persuasive friends.

My brother has had Gracchus arrested.

We daren't wait any longer.
We must leave tonight.

Proximo will come at midnight
and take you to the gate.

Your servant, Cicero,
will be waiting there with horses.

- You have done all this?
- Yes.

You risk too much.

I have much to pay for.

You have nothing to pay for.

You love your son.
You're strong for him.

I am tired of being strong.

My brother hates all the world,
and you most of all.

- Because your father chose me.
- No.

Because my father loved you.

And because I loved you.

A long time ago.

Was I very different then?

You laughed more.

I have felt alone all my life,

except with you.

I must go.

Yes.

« There. »

And I got you.

Isn't it late to be playing legionnaire?

I'm not a legionnaire.

- Not a legionnaire?
- I'm a gladiator.

A gladiator?

Gladiators only fight in the games.

Wouldn't you rather be
a great Roman warrior like Julius Caesar?

I'm Maximus, the savior of Rome!

The savior of Rome?

And who said that?

Where's Lucius?

He's with the Emperor, my lady.

« - She couldn't.
- Yes, she did. »

« She took it from a basket, »

and pressed it to her breast,
right here above her heart.

- It bit her in the breast?
- Yes.

You see, Lucius, sometimes royal ladies

behave very strangely and
do very odd things in the name of love.

- I think it's silly.
- So do I.

So do I.

Sister, join us.

I've been reading to dear Lucius.

- I've been reading, too.
- Yes.

He's a very clever little boy.
He'll make a grand emperor one day.

We've been reading about
the great Mark Antony,

and his adventures in Egypt.

And the queen killed herself
with a snake.

And just wait until you hear
what happened to our ancestors.

If you're very good,

tomorrow night, I'll tell you
the story of Emperor Claudius.

He was betrayed

by those closest to him.

By his own blood.

They whispered in dark corners

and went out late at night,

and conspired, and conspired.

But the Emperor Claudius knew
that they were up to something.

He knew they were busy little bees.

And one night he sat down
with one of them,

and he looked at her,

and he said,

"Tell me what you've been doing,"

"busy little bee."

"Or I shall strike down
those dearest to you."

"You shall watch
as I bathe in their blood."

And the Emperor was heartbroken.

The little bee had wounded him more deeply

than anyone else could ever have done.

What do you think happened then,
Lucius?

I don't know, Uncle.

The little bee told him everything.

« Open, in the name of the Emperor! »

« Proximo! »

« Open the gates,
in the name of the Emperor! »

« Proximo! »

« Open the gates! »

« Open the gates, Proximo. »

« Do you want to die, old man? »

Here.

Everything is prepared.

It seems you have won your freedom.

Proximo, are you in danger
of becoming a good man?

- Juba.
« - All enemies of the Emperor die! »

« Open the gates! »

« Pull! »

« Move! Form a column on the left! »

I only need moments, so do not
be careless with your lives.

If you don't want any part of this,
go back to your cells.

We'll wait here for you, Maximus.

« - Strength and honor.
- Strength and honor. »

« Go. »

Strength and honor.

« Aim. Arch your bows! »

Shadows and dust.

Maximus!

I'm sorry.

It's done.

And what of my nephew?

And what of his mother?

Should they share her lover's fate?

Or should I be merciful?

Commodus the Merciful.

Lucius will stay with me now.

And if his mother

so much as looks at me

in a manner that displeases me,

he will die.

If she decides to be noble,

and takes her own life,

he will die.

And as for you,

you will love me,

as I have loved you.

You will provide me
with an heir of pure blood,

so that Commodus

and his progeny will rule for 1,000 years.

Am I not merciful?

Am I not merciful!

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

« Maximus! Maximus! Maximus! »

I'm a soldier. I obey.

Nothing happens to anyone that
he is not fitted by nature to bear.

Maximus.

Maximus.

Maximus.

They call for you.

The general who became a slave.

The slave who became a gladiator.

The gladiator who defied an emperor.

A striking story.

Now the people want to know
how the story ends.

Only a famous death will do.

And what could be more glorious

than to challenge the Emperor
himself in the great arena?

- You would fight me?
- Why not?

Do you think I'm afraid?

I think you have been afraid
all your life.

Unlike Maximus the Invincible,
who knows no fear?

I knew a man who once said,
"Death smiles at us all."

"All a man can do is smile back."

I wonder,

did your friend smile at his own death?

You must know.

He was your father.

You loved my father, I know,

but so did I.

That makes us brothers, doesn't it?

Smile for me now, brother.

Strap on his armor.
Conceal the wound.

« Maximus ! Maximus ! Maximus ! »

« Ring formation! »

Quintus, sword.

Give me your sword.

Sword! Give me a sword!

Sheathe your swords.
Sheathe your swords!

« Maximus. »

Maximus.

Quintus.

Free my men.

Senator Gracchus is to be reinstated.

There was a dream that was Rome.

It shall be realized.

These are the wishes of Marcus Aurelius.

Free the prisoners. Go!

Maximus.

Lucius is safe.

Go to them.

You're home.

Is Rome worth one good man's life?

We believed it once.

Make us believe it again.

He was a soldier of Rome.

Honor him.

Who will help me carry him?

Now we are free.

I will see you again.

But not yet.

Not yet.