All language subtitles for SPARTACUS.2004.ws.ac3.subs.CD1_Eng

You were right, Varinia.

Vengeance alone is not enough.

To become like your enemy
is to lose to him.

But what's important
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.

Did you see the look he gave you,
Varinia?

I didn't.

And even if l had,
I wouldn't care.

What sort of look?

What look, you?
What look?

Ow!
[Laughter]

What look?!
Varinia!

[Horses Whinny]

[Dog Barks]

Hyah!

[Yelling]

[Screaming]

[Screaming] No!

No! No! No!

[Screaming]

[Yelling]

- [Groaning]
- [Screams]

[Screams, Groans]

[Varinia] I made a promise
once to tell our story.

It began here in a small village in Gaul
where I was born a free woman.

Then the Romans came and destroyed
my world and made me a slave.

Nothing and no one
could stand against the Romans.

But Rome herself
was torn by conflict.

Bloody civil wars raged for years...

between the plebeians
and their rivals, the patricians,

led by senators like Marcus Crassus,
the richest man in the world.

As a child, he had seen
his father murdered in the Forum.

Crassus had risen
from the ashes of his family's defeat...

to unlimited wealth
and unlimited ambition.

Ambition kept in check only by his rivals,
like Antonius Agrippa.

The civil wars were over.
Men smiled at one another in public.

But the fighting never stopped.

Agrippa. Fishing for votes?

No, just enjoying
our democratic way of life.

A new wine. From Spain.

Delicious. But I like
your cupbearer better.

Any news from Spain
along with the wine?

A great victory by Pompey.
Another?

The man is positively
boring in his triumphs.

I shall console myself with the way
Crassus must feel. [Chuckles]

[Man]
Pompey's no great warrior.

I heard he's got so fat
on the riches of his triumphs
he can barely ride his horse.

Disparage Pompey all you like
but the man gets the job done.

Victory over vermin-ridden Gaulish peasants
is hardly the mark of military distinction.

They say he will be consul.

This grape...
[Sniffs]

..is not to my satisfaction--
More wine.

I think I'm going
to borrow your wife,
Cornelius.

[Varinia]
The wealth of a man like Crassus
could be seen in gold or silver...

but its true measure
was in flesh.

Thousands of slaves.

They lived out their short lives
in a world of suffering...

at the whim of their masters.

No Roman citizen
gave them a second thought.

[Baby Crying]

Look there.

Greetings, citizens.

Today we offer a group
of barbarians from Gaul,

courtesy of the great Pompey.

Aye, Batiatus. What brings
you up from Capua?

The same thing as you,
I would imagine.

My stock needs freshening.

Although how a modest man
from the country
can bid against a senator--

I might as well go home.
A modest man from the country?

Yours is widely known
as the finest gladiatorial school in all Italy.

You flatter me.
No, not in the least.

Look at this beauty.
And a virgin.

A virgin. Given the appetite
of our frontier troops,
I rather doubt that.

Being a virgin is overrated.

It's just an excuse
to inflate the price.

Good teeth.

Wide hips.
And an excellent breeder.

Magnificent.

She's easy on the eye,
I'll grant you,

but these Gauls have thin blood.

They rarely last the winter.
It would be throwing money away.

Why, Batiatus, are you in love?

Don't worry, my friend.
I won't bid against you.

Oh, you're too kind, Senator.

Though I may need a favor someday.
Oh... Of course. Of course.

- 500 sesterces!
- Done!

How can the Senate choose Pompey
over you as the next consul?

It would be a close vote.

I bought you a gift.

It's beautiful.

You are too generous.
Am I?

Well, I suppose I might be.

[Varinia] In the arms
of the richest man in Rome...

- and her husband's best friend...
- Show me.

...Helena might be forgiven
her ignorance of the origin
of that bracelet, its true cost.

What is hell?

Hell is that place
where the simplest action
becomes painful.

Where it hurts to walk...
Move it!

...to breathe, even to think.

The gold mines of Egypt
were such a hell.

Among the Thracian slaves
condemned to an early death...

there was one who would shake
the Roman world.

His name - Spartacus.

[Groaning, Panting]

Pick it up!

Pick it up!

[Groaning]

No!

[Roars]

[Laughter Echoing]

Stop!

[Batiatus]
So he's a Thracian, yes?

Worse. He's an animal.

Good. That's even better.

This is your lucky day, Thracian.

[Excited Chatter, Laughter]

[Men Grunting]

What kind of a place is this?

[Shouting In Unison]

Move!

[Laughs] Fresh meat!

Shut your hole!
Get back to work.

You stink, animals.
Clean yourselves.

This way.

[Horse Whinnies]

[Woman Sighs]

I want all these chopped into thin slices.
I would not serve this to a dog!

I could get used to this.

I am Gannicus.
This is Spartacus.

David the Jew. He never talks.
Some say he can't.

You're Thracians?

- The crowd likes Thracians.
- Be quiet, Nordo. Eat.

Didn't get your name, friend.

You are not my friend.
I don't want to know your name
or your story.

Why not?

Because I might meet you in the arena,
and then I will kill you.

Why wait?

You'll get plenty of chances to fight.

Save it for when you have no choice. Eat.

You must be the new Thracians,
hmm?

I can always tell Thracians.
You stink like pigs.

- You must be Crixus.
- You've heard of me.

Who hasn't? "Crixus of the big nose."
I'm not surprised you could smell us.

[Roars]

[Shouting, Indistinct]

Enough!

To your cells! Now!

Well, move, slaves!

You, Spartacus.

Where did you learn
to fight?

When a Roman
asks you a question,
you answer, slave.

Fighting Romans.

Good day to you, Crassus.

Crassus.
What a pleasant surprise.

I had no idea you still partook
of such common pleasures
as our public baths.

I do not disdain the public.

Ah. You love mankind.
It's only people you can't stand.

Now, why is it that those
who are most in favor of mob rule...

stand most to benefit from
the public's greed and stupidity?

Why is it that the rich are
always so keen on reform...

after they've made their fortune
and not before?

The republic was a fine
form of government when Rome
was a backwater city state.

Times have changed.
Rome rules the world now.

And one man with a strong vision
must rule Rome.

So power...
should be wielded by whom?

The educated? The wealthy?
The aristocrat? By Crassus?

Or by Pompey?

Well, Plato did say that leadership
must be left to the educated.

That leaves Pompey out.
Julius Caesar, you mean.

You've heard what they say about him?

"Every woman's man
and every man's woman."

[Laughter]

But you're right,
Pompey overreaches.

If he's not careful, his head
will be found hanging in the Forum...

just like that of your father
and your brother.

Was it something I said?

This is the Roman short sword,

the gladius,
from which you get your names.

22 inches long.
Three pounds in weight.

A stabbing weapon for close work.

You kill a man with this
and you can smell his sweat,

taste his breath.

But you sons of whores are not worthy
of fighting with the gladius yet.

So you will use these wooden swords...

while I teach you.

You, slave.

Pick it up.

Come at me.

[Groans]

Again.

[Chuckles]

Too slow, slave. Pick it up.

Too slow.

[Groans]

Cinna!

So what do you think of our
Thracian slaves? Good, huh?

They have spirit but no real talent.

[Laughs] I see.
So you think they're just lucky?

And Cinna,

this boy was very expensive.

Don't damage my property.

Enough! Go! Bring her.

Come.

[Chuckles] Come here.

Very good.

Better.

Come.

Let me smell your hair.

[Sniffs]
Oh.

You know,
[Whimpers]

I can be a very good master.

Oh, yes. Now, now, now.

Now, kiss me.
No!

Kiss me!
No!

No! No!

Hold her!

[Varinia] No! No!
[Beating Continues, Ripping Fabric]

[Crixus] Hey, Spartacus.

- How's your nose?
- You got lucky.

- Do I have to break it again?
- [Laughs]

- So where did you fight Romans?
- Thrace.

- You?
- Gaul, where I was caught.

Then later in Sicily
where slaves rebelled.

- You rebelled?
- Two times.

The Romans,
they were terrified of us.
They still are.

[Chuckles] Now they kill a man
just for talking about it.

- Why did it fail?
- Fighting Romans
is like fighting a grist mill.

The stone keeps on turning.

No matter how many times you attack it,
in the end it grinds you down to dust.

Faster!

Put your backs into it,
you sons of whores!

Why do Africans
use the spear and net?

It amuses the Romans
to turn us into fishermen.

I was a farmer.
I never saw a net until I came here.

Nordo, this man is trouble.
Leave him be.

Draba, they ever pit the knife
against the spear?

The spear always wins.

Enough talking! Back to work.

Well, move, you scum!

Put your body behind the blow!

Good, Draba! Push him back.

Faster!

Harder! Are you men
or are you women?

Tomorrow
some of you have the honor...

of fighting in the arena in Capua.

Nothing matters but that
you fight well and with courage.

Do this and even the defeated
may receive mercy.

However, if that is not your fate...

then the crowd will expect you
to meet your death honorably,

in the Roman manner, like this.

Spartacus... kneel.

A defeated gladiator may beg for mercy...

by raising his hand thus.

The death blow is delivered
in a single thrust to the neck...

here.

That is how a gladiator...

from the house of Batiatus dies.

[Laughing]

What's the matter, Thracian?
Lost your appetite? Eat! Drink!

Tomorrow we die.
I'm not dying tomorrow.

The gods decide when we die.

- I don't believe in the gods.
- You don't believe in the gods?

When I look at the heavens
I see only stars.

Blasphemer!
You could be struck down for that.

No bolt of lightning.

- So what do you believe in?
- Us.

Our will. We decide
when we die and how.

Eat anyway.
You'll need your strength for tonight.

- What happens tonight?
-War, little Thracian.

Sweet war!
[Laughter]

Quiet! Sit down!

A little wisdom.

A man is no good in the arena
if his parts shrivel up.

[Laughter]
A gladiator is not a litter slave.

He is a man.
[All] Yeah!

And a man needs a woman.

[Cheering]

[Hooting, Whistling]

Quiet, quiet.

For those of you who fight tomorrow,

I graciously lend you these lovelies.

Use them well.

And in the morning,
show me what men you are!

Cinna!

[Chatter, Laughter]

This is yours.

Idiot! David doesn't fight tomorrow.

Crixus.

You like to play rough, Thracian.
Here.

Batiatus asks that
she be made more pliant.

See to it.

[Guard]
Come here, woman!

[Door Closes]

I'm Spartacus.

What are you called?

[Laughter, Chatter]

You look cold. Here.

The stones are cold at night.

You sleep there. I won't bother you.

[Laughter, Chatter]

[Rooster Crowing, Birds Singing]

[Banging]
[Cinna]
Wake up, you sons of whores!

Line up by the door!

Move on down there!

My name is Varinia.

Varinia.

[Guard]
Come on. Out!

Today you are expected
to bring honor...

to the house of Batiatus.

Fail to do so and you will
curse the day you were born.

Where are they going?
Capua.

They fight today.

The Thracian,
the one they call Spartacus.
Is he any good?

Couldn't say.
He's different, though.

How?

All the gladiators here
are strong men. Brave.

But they are still slaves.
They accept it. Not him.

He will not last long.

You were with him last night?

Yes and no.

You, girl! Come here!

You will attend me at the games...

but if you give me any trouble,

I promise that our previous encounter
will feel like a mother's caress.

Now, go and get yourself cleaned up.

[Cinna] Line up!

�� [Flutes, Percussion]

I appreciate your contribution
to my games, Batiatus.

Few people understand
the financial burden
I'm expected to shoulder...

while on duty
in these dreary provinces.

Thank you. And I appreciate
the loan of your troops.

Security at an establishment like mine
does not come cheaply either.

One hand washes the other.

Of course. More wine!

A perfectly ripened pear.

- Although somewhat bruised.
- A problem with discipline.

But we're working on it.
Aren't we?

Yes, my Lord.

[Crowd Jeering]

�� [Processional]

- On the cross-- who are they?
- Arsonists.

They wear the tunica molesta,
soaked in pitch.

Change your mind about the gods?

If there are gods in this world,
they're not here.

[Crowd Chanting]
Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!

Burn! Burn! Burn!
Burn! Burn! Burn!

[Loud Cheering]

Crixus...
[Crowd Cheering]

versus Gaius.
[Cheering]

Gannicus...
[Cheering]

versus Antonius.
[Cheering]

Spartacus...
[Cheering]

versus Commodus.

[Cheering]

This new gladiator, Spartacus.
Is he really a Thracian...

or are you still passing off Greeks?

He's the real thing,
through and through.

- Any good?
- Cinna thinks the world of him.

Don't you, Cinna?
Very well.
A thousand on Spartacus.

[Man] Let's see some killing!

[Groans]

[Roars]

[Groaning]

[Cheering]
[Man] Ah, yes!

[Crowd Chanting]
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

[Chanting Continues]
[Inaudible]

- [Cutting Flesh]
- [Crowd Cheering]

Are you hurt?

I thought in the mines
I'd seen man at his worst.

I was wrong.

A slave has no choice.
Not me.

The ones who watched,
took their pleasure
in blood and death.

[Cinna] Well, move, slaves!
Harder! Faster!

Put your back to it!

Can't you lay with me,
Spartacus?

- Is it because Cinna ordered it?
- Because Cinna ordered it.

And because Thracian men and women
are to remain chaste until married.

- Slaves don't marry.
- I would marry you.

Marriage requires a holy man.
I thought you didn't believe in the gods.

I believe in what I can see,
hear and touch.

My tribe believes
man was created by the gods.

That they live in us.
We're flesh and blood, that's all.

That is what an animal is.
The Romans say that we are animals.

That we are without souls.

- But you are afraid to say
that you agree with the Romans.
- [Laughs]

I believe that I never met anyone like you,
Varinia of Gaul...

and that I love you.

Will you marry me?

On what, then,
would you make a vow?

On the blood that flows
through my veins
and the breath I take,

I will be yours until the day I die,

and in my life there'll be
no other but you, I swear.

On the blood that flows
in my veins
and the breath I take,

I will be yours...
Until the day--

until the day I die.

And in the life beyond.

How do you know
there is a life after this one?
I have faith.

There will be
no other man but you.

I swear.

[Crowd Roaring]

- [Grunting]
- [Yells]

[Crowd Chanting]
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

[Groans]

[Gasping]

[Crowd Chanting]
Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

Master. We have visitors, Master,
from Rome.

Cornelius Lucius and his wife, Helena.
And Marcus Crassus.

Marcus Crassus is here,
and you left him waiting outside?

Oh! Noble Crassus.
You do me a great honor, sir.

I am Lentulus Batiatus.
Please, sit.

I and my establishment
are here to serve you.

Some... Some wine
to wash away the dust,

and some honeyed ice,
perhaps?

Yes?

How may I serve you?
My friends and I would appreciate...

a private showing of a pair of Thracians.

Excellent choice. Your Honor
is obviously a connoisseur.

To the death.
To the death?

That's an unusual request
for a private showing.

I see that's you're joking.
That's very good.
That's very amusing.

I am not laughing.

Of course you're not.
Well, you've asked for Thracians.

That means that
you must want good dagger work.

And I have the best in the world.

But if you want to the death,
you won't see nuance,

and you won't see subtlety.

Certainly won't see quality. Madam.

I'm not a butcher, sir,
I am an artist.

Yes.
I want to give you
good fighting.

Good fighting. And to the death.

I want to see courage.

I want to see passion.

And above all, I want to see finality.

But to the death will cost you.

- 25,000 denarii.
- You could buy an elephant for that.

Done.

And I want no fakery.

No sucking the sand
and pretending that they're dying.

If one of them is down,
or if both of them are down,

I want one of your trainers
to cut their throats.

And they are to understand that.

Now, I shall leave 10,000 on account,

and the rest when we have been satisfied.

Note the Africans.

Theirs is the finest combat
and the most skillful but it can be a bore.

It can go on and on.

To see fighting at its best
you must see Thracians.

Don't you agree, slave master?
Yes, but each kind has its own virtues.

Change of plan.

Match me a Thracian against a black.

With all due respect, my Lord,
that is no match.

When a Thracian's dagger
is in the net, he's finished.

Yes, perhaps. But the Africans are
not noted for their strategic thinking.

Hannibal, of course, being the exception.

I want to see how long
a mentally superior...

but lesser armed man can last.

My Lord, that sort
of experimentation...

makes for bad blood with the men.

Well, for 25,000 denarii...

I think you can afford
to incur a little bad blood.

[Guard] Begin!
[Whistle Blowing]

Order!

What is it? What is it?

A private fight.

- Who do you want?
- Draba.

[Cinna] Draba!

And David.
[Cinna] David!

Now, he's a Jew, yes?

Yes, I know you wanted a Thracian...

No, no, no. This is interesting.

Ever seen a Jew fight?
Exceptional with the dagger...

and reputed
to be very bright, as well.

- Who else?
- Er...

Spartacus...

and Polymus.

Polymus... Spartacus.

Spartacus?

How do you like them?

All-- except that one.

I don't like him.

Forgive me, lady, but that man
has been in the ring 12 times.

He's very good, very strong, very quick.

- Who will you match him with?
- The African.

[Varinia Muttering Softly]

[Speaking Softly, Indistinct]

What are you doing?
Praying.

[Laughs Softly]

How do you pray?

I can show you.

Will you do something for me?

Something that we do in our tribe?

Put your mouth on mine
and breathe your soul into me,

and I'll breathe mine into you.

And then for all time
our souls will be one.

One soul in two bodies.

[Both Exhaling]

I will come back to you.

If you don't,
I will kill you myself.

You have to save your strength
for tomorrow.

I am full of strength.

[Breathing Heavily]

[Chatter]

[Chatter Subsides]

Dagger against net and trident.
What kind of match is that?

Time.

Time!

�� [Flutes, Percussion]

What are they thinking, I wonder?

Gladiators are animals,
pure and simple.

If one thinks of them as people,
one loses all perspective.

Is it true what they say about the Jews?
How they mutilate their boys?

Would you like to see?

Bring me the Jew
before he fights.

Bring the Jew here.

[Cinna] The rest of you,
to the House of Expectation.

Unclothe.

Unclothe.

They do that to their children?

How beastly.

Perhaps that explains
their skill with the knife.

I want the Jew to fight first.
Of course, sir.

[Yells]

- Strike!
- Kill him! Kill him!

- Kill him.
- Kill him, Jew!

Why doesn't he kill him?

Kill him!

Why didn't he finish him?

Don't expect mercy from me out there,
Thracian.

Live, Draba.

That's what life is for.

If the gods love you...

you die in childhood.

That was extraordinary.

If the second pair is as good as the first,
then I shall be well pleased.

[Chuckles]

[Chuckles]

Ooh! Look, look.
[Laughs]

Strike!

- [Batiatus] Kill him!
- [Crassus] Kill him!

Kill him!
Kill him!

[Helena] Kill him!
[Crassus] Strike now!

- Kill him!
- Kill him!

[Helena] Stop him!

Why didn't he kill me?

If he kills me, he lives.

If he turns on the Romans, he dies.

He chooses to die.

Who chooses to die?

Who chooses to die?

Maybe rather than live as a beast,

Draba chose to die as a man.

[Child's Voice Echoing]
Father!

[Panting]
Shh.

It was just a dream.

No.

I slept until now.

Now I wake.

[Cinna] Move, you dogs!
March! I said move!

Move!

Move, you scum!

[Flies Buzzing]

Is it true that Draba didn't kill
any of the Romans?

If a man must throw his life away,
he could die better than that.

- Will you die any better?
- He will die like a dog and so will you.
So will we all.

Are you my friend, Crixus?

Was Draba your friend?
Yes. And my teacher.

- Did he teach you how to die?
- He taught me how to live.

I feed you the best food.
I give you women.

You live here like kings
in idleness on the fat of the land.

And all I expect
is your loyalty and obedience.

And what do I get in return?

Treachery.

Cinna, fetch me a black man.

Kill him.

Now there will be no more trouble.
The dogs won't even growl.

Move it, move it, you cows!

[Guard] Move, slaves!

Are we dogs
that you snap your whips at us?

- [Cinna] Spartacus! Prepare to die!
- Cinna!

[Shouting, Indistinct]
What the hell is going on out there?

[Guard] There's too many!

- [Yells]
- [Woman] Take this!

[Groaning]

- You taught me well, Cinna.
- [Grunts]

- [Cheering]
- [Roars]

Quiet!

Quiet!

Let him speak!

Quiet! Listen to Spartacus!

Like you, I've been
alone my whole life.

We could never look into each other's eyes.

Living like animals!

Here is the lesson of Draba.

I will be a man.

My life is my brother's.

Live to fight the Romans!

[Cheering]

Smash the gates!

Master! The gladiators!
They have revolted!

Don't just stand there
like a drooling idiot. Help me!

[Soldier] Field formation!

Go get my litter.
We have to get to Capua.

To the garrison. Go!

[Slave] To victory!

Free men and women, listen to me!
We must get ready.

Nordo, can you open the armory?

- If I have to break the door with my teeth.
- Spartacus, look.

David, go.

Go. Talk to them.

What do you want me to say?

Invite our brothers to join us.

- Gifts! I bring gifts!
- [Cheering]

Freedom for you
and your children!
Come, join us!

Freedom for you! Join us!

Spartacus always said
that you would speak some day.

David, Varinia.

Come.
You'll tell me later.

There's one more thing
I need to do.

Maecenus! Maecenus!

Oh, thank you, thank you.
You've got to stop them.

Where is that slave scum headed?
In the hills to the south of here.

There's a lot of valuable property.
You must save something!

Too late for that.
Double time! March!

Please.

Please.

[Chanting Rhythmically]

Come. Let's go.
Look at them.

They're so eager and arrogant,
they've lost their formation.

So?

So if attacked,
they'd have to fight
man to man.

And who fights better
man to man than gladiators, huh?

Crixus, Nordo...

we have guests.

Should we not greet them?

[Laughing]

[Shouting]

[Soldier] Retreat!

Apparently there has been
an uprising of gladiators in Capua.

The entire garrison has been slain...

and the slaves have taken to the hills,
where their revolt spreads.

This is what I am talking about.
This is why we need strong leadership.

I propose that we send the city cohorts
to crush this rebellion immediately.

The entire garrison of Rome?

Are you out of your mind?
To fight slaves?

How many of these dangerous
creatures are there? Who are they led by?

It is a job for an overseer
and a pack of dogs.

They massacred the entire Capua garrison.

The garrison at Capua,

forgive my bluntness,
but an effete band of pretend soldiers.

A slave rebellion is never a simple affair.
We all remember Sicily.

Twice the slaves attacked.

The second time, they seized
the entire island for over a year!

This particular revolt is taking place...

a mere 100 miles
from where we now sit and squabble.

Are you suggesting
that we recall a legion from the frontier?

- Pompey, perhaps?
- And wait weeks for him?

Will the slaves wait? I don't think so.

We must deal with this matter promptly
before it gets out of hand.

But the entire city cohorts?

Three. Three full cohorts.

Under whose command?

I realize that it is not customary
for a man to put his own name forward.

Then please do not break precedent.

I was about to suggest
that the cohorts be sent...

under the able command
of Titus Glabrus.

My Lord, I hardly know what to say.

Thank you for your confidence in me.

If it is the will of the Senate
and the people of Rome,
then I accept.

If it is indeed the will of the Senate,

then, Titus Glabrus, go with our blessings.

Fall upon this rabble with
all the weight and majesty
of Roman law.

We will march across the world
and turn it over, stone by stone!

�� [Percussion, Pipes]

Look at them.

They think the war is all won.
It hasn't even started.

How are we going to feed them
or clothe them,

much less train them
to fight the Roman Empire?

By teaching them
to share the burden.

Like free men.

�� [Fanfare]

Why did you propose Glabrus?
He's as thick as he is vain.

- But politically dependable.
- Why didn't you put yourself forward?

Agrippa would have blocked me
out of spite.

Besides, there's little honor
in defeating slaves...

and terrible shame if one fails.

If Glabrus succeeds,

well, a minor rebellion is put down
and he owes me a favor.

If he fails,
the whole city will be panicked.

And the Senate will finally
embrace a more permanent
system of leadership.

Fear isn't a bad thing, Caius.

It makes for
a more malleable electorate.

Crassus says he wants to be consul...

in order to restore
the former glory of Rome.

But really he wants to transform
the consul into a more
permanent position-- Emperor.

The day that Crassus
becomes consul...

is the day the Roman republic dies.

The time has come
to make some decisions.

- We must leave?
- And go where?

- I want to go home.
- Everywhere is the same as here.

Everywhere it is master and slave.

I go where I go.
No man tells Crixus what to do anymore.

Come down, Crixus.

This is Crixus the Gaul.

Maybe the strongest man
among us.
[Murmuring]

But still,
he's only one man.

Can you bend this?

Now all of these.
[All Gasping]

[Grunting]

We are like the arrows.

Separately, we're weak.

But together,
we're invincible.

And that's why the Romans worked
so hard to divide us tribe by tribe
and country by country.

- We're one tribe, then?
- [All] Yes!

Is that your will?
[All] Yes!

[Woman] Who will lead us?

Stand up if you want to lead.

Spartacus.

[All] Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

If that is your wish.

But so one man
doesn't become a tyrant,
we need laws.

- What are they?
- Whatever we take we hold together.

No man owns anything but his own weapon.

We could be rich with the gold we take.
[Man] We'll make the Romans
our slaves!

- Yeah!
- I will not be a slave owner!

Slavery is an evil.

An evil that turns all men slaves
and slave masters into animals.

There will be equality and justice
between man and woman.

We're one tribe, then?
[All] Yes.

- One people?
- [All] Yes!

Is that your will?

It is my will.

[David] It is my will.

It is my will.

[All Murmuring] It is my will.

Then this is what we'll do.

We'll go from plantation to plantation,
from house to house,

free the slaves,
and fight anyone who tries to stop us.

And we'll make an end to Rome
and build a new world...

where there'll be no more slaves
and no more masters!

- What is going on up there?
- Some plantation is burning the stubble.

There's too much smoke for that.

- Then there's a forest fire or something.
- Tell them to go faster.

- Helena!
- Faster!

Why are you stopping?
What is the meaning of this?

Whoever you are, you are blocking
the path of a citizen of Rome.

Move out of the way.

Pick up your litters!

Pick up your litters!

- Pick up your litters!
- [Helena Screams]

Glabrus wishes us to know that while
he has not yet encountered the brigands,

evidence of their atrocities is everywhere.

"We have heard that any slave who does
not join their ranks is put to the sword...

"and any Roman unfortunate enough
to encounter them...

"meets a fate worse than death.

"It is with great regret that I report
the murders of numerous nobles,

"including Cornelius Lucius
and his wife Helena."

[Gasps]

Helena and Cornelius Lucius?

Are you sure?
That is what it says.

"The rebels' leader is Spartacus,
a gladiator from Thrace.

"He has led them to Mount Vesuvius.

"It is there that I intend
to trap and dispose of them.

"Rest assured, I am mindful
that I carry in my hands...

"the glory and majesty that is Rome.

"Titus Glabrus."

- So we're to be equals, are we?
- Does that trouble you?

Well, I'll do what I can to raise myself
but I make no promises.

You'd better. A child needs
a father it can look up to.

What?

A child?
We're going to have a child?
[Varinia Squeals]

The slave army is climbing the north wall
of the mountain, my Lord.

A little less liberal use of the term
"army," if you don't mind.

- Sorry, my Lord.
- We'll camp here for tonight.

Why don't we push on,
my Lord?

Cut off the slaves
before the mountains?

It's cold, I'm tired and I'm hungry.
We'll camp here.

I like it. It's light but it's strong.

Spartacus,
we need to talk.

This is a war council.
What's a woman doing here?

She has every right.

Do women lead your armies?
Is that why Jews squirm
under the Roman thumb?

What's the excuse of the Gauls?

David has news for us.

Three cohorts of Roman soldiers
are on the road below us.

We're trapped. They're so confident,
they haven't built a stockade.

1500 men.

I knew it. I knew this would happen,
Thracian, but you insisted.

"The people are tired.
They need rest."

Well, the dead rest forever.

You must have known they would follow us.
How do we get off this mountain?

What's your plan?

- I don't have one.
- You don't have a plan?

From the moment I stood up
in the training yard,
I've only thought of the next move.

- You must have an idea.
- Why must I?

I'm no different from any of you.
Isn't that the point?
That we're all equal?

- Yes, but--
- So one of you figure it out!

He'll be fine.

They chose you as their leader.
I didn't ask for that.

No, but you didn't
decline it either.

And why should you?
You're the only possible choice.

But now the time to lead has come.
When I was alone,

all I had to lose was my own life.

Now I have the lives of hundreds.

Your life.

Our child's.

I have faith that
you'll find the answer.
Where?

Within the soul you say I have?
Yes.

You may not have chosen this moment,
Spartacus.

But it seems that this moment
has chosen you.

My Lord, is it true that you have
given the troops permission to camp...

without building fortifications?

The men are tired and I am tired.

When a Roman army bivouacs
it is customary to build a fort.

It's just a handful of rotten slaves
facing the same conditions we are.

With women and children
and a tenth of our equipment.

A little while ago some of you
were asking me if l had a plan.

And the plan is this.
We will attack first.

David, hold your men outside
the camp until you hear my cry,

and then charge in
like the dogs of hell.

If these don't hold, I'll kill you myself.

- If these don't hold, you won't
have to kill me. We'll all be dead.
- [Laughs]

Come on.

You can tell us now.

You are safe here.

I was asleep.

- I woke up to screaming.
- [Screaming]

The sound of screaming.

- I was screaming.
- [Groaning]

Their men were everywhere,
like ravenous beasts.

And their women followed,
feeding like harpies on the wounded.

The killing went on and on.

Toward the end,
our men began to throw down
their weapons and plead for their lives...

but there was no mercy.

How is it that you were spared?

I don't know
why they chose me, my Lord.

All I know is,
I was brought before their leader.'

My name is Spartacus.
I have a message for your Senate.

Tell them that we, the slaves,
say the Roman way is corrupt and dead.

We want nothing from you.
Leave us alone.

But if you come after us again,
we will destroy you all.

By all that Rome holds sacred,

I will see her honor restored.

I will not rest...

until this Spartacus...

hangs, crucified, at the gates of Rome.