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IN THE NAME OF BEN-HUR

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This is exactly what's wrong
with the towns of this province.

No hospitality.

If you aren't allowed to...

sample the goods,

how do you know if
you want to buy 'em?

We don't mean any harm.

We're here to protect you.

That's why
we've been sent here.

Now, the fact
that you ran from us

must mean you've
got something to hide.

Are you hiding something?

Maybe we need
to search you.

Why don't you
bastard Romans go home?

It's because of people like
you we have to be here,

people who fail to respect
the authority of Rome.

May your children
be eaten by better boars.

Romans!

You her boyfriend?

You look more like
her sister to me.

See? I told you this town
would be interesting.

Maybe you should tell him
you like being with us.

He should mind
his own business.

That's not
very sporting.

Maybe you should consider
another way, my friend.

You should leave.

Word of advice.

One cannot always count
on divine providence

in matters
such as these.

It is best not to start
a fight you cannot win.

Who said
I wasn't gonna win?

In my experience, the man
lying bleeding on the ground

weaponless and surrounded by
soldiers is rarely the victor.

But not you?

No, not today.

Who are you?

It is of no matter.

You a soldier, former
gladiator perhaps?

Would you train me

to do what you
just did, to fight?

If you wish
to truly live in peace,

you must forgive
your tormentors.

Forgiving the Romans is
something I can never do.

Lusitania may be
far from Rome,

but we still live under Roman
law, and Romans are everywhere.

If you cannot accept that,
prepare for a life of pain.

I cannot help you.

Get to the meat
of it, Kaeso.

It was a disagreement.

Well, I would hope this was not
the result of an agreement.

It was a simple fight
in a tavern, sir,

men letting off steam.

May I ask the cause
of said disagreement?

It's not worthy
of your time, sir.

It was a woman, sir,
a question of honor.

I heard no report
of a disturbance.

This watering hole is
rather off-site, sir.

We shouldn't
have frequented...

No, you shouldn't!

We gave more
than we got, sir.

I can assure you.

The odds were
not in our favor,

yet we prevailed.

Well, I would hope so.

We wouldn't want the locals to
think our men weak, now, would we?

No, sir.

They will not have been
left with that impression,

I can assure you.

Dismissed.

Can I find fault in Rome
for the quality of soldier

assigned our garrison?

Does not the medicine
match the disease?

This may be so.

We are far from Rome.
Our borders are thin.

Yet is it
not an oversight

leaving the edges
of empire

to a fighting force so
weak and undisciplined?

Now, a man
with less experience

would say apply more discipline,
more rigorous training,

but I tell you this
tactic will not work.

Rome needs to send us a
higher quality of soldier.

I have requested that at your
insistence several times, sir.

I know.

The silence from Rome
speaks loudly.

Nero busies himself.

With his concubines,
his games, and his orgies.

Maybe a gift
would be in order,

a tribute
from our province

that would remind
Rome of our value.

What do we have here

that they do not
already possess in Rome?

We have cork.

We are near to the sea

and possess
a bounty of foodstuff

that Rome
could only dream of.

We are
talking about Nero.

This Kaeso and this fight over
a woman's given me an idea.

We send women?

Fresh concubines for Nero.

Well, if we make inquiries,

I'm sure we can find some among
the locals that'll please him,

untouched, unspoiled.

Would this not cause a
disturbance amongst the locals?

If we take
from the lower ranks,

pay them well enough,
it'll lessen the disturbance.

I see.

If our gift
finds favor with Nero,

he will be more open to sending
us a higher caliber of soldier.

How on earth can you show up

at such a fine establishment
looking as such, Adrian?

Well, at least
I have an excuse.

What's yours, Caius?

Been sleeping with
your sheep again?

Well, at least I have
an occupation, Adrian.

No, no. My ambitions are
higher than mere survival.

From the looks of it, survival
should be your guide.

It was probably
his sister Lucia.

No, no, no, no.

Believe me, if it was her,

these wounds would be
much, much worse.

Yes.

You've had too many.

I think you'll find
what you're looking for

at the village
down by the river.

They're straight
from the Azores,

refugees, and you can have
your pick of the lot.

Now, is it something you
want us to take care of,

or will your boys
be doing it?

There will be coin in it
if you can be discreet.

Well, they
don't come to me

looking for a big show,
now, do they?

For expenses to start.
The rest on delivery.

These women are destined to be
concubines for the Emperor Nero.

It will be so.

There is
trouble ahead.

Well, what is it?

Sergius and the Romans
are plotting something,

and we need
to stop it.

Go on.

The other day,

I met a sort
of sell-sword.

No, we can deal with this
ourselves, Adrian.

No. He's no
ordinary mercenary,

but I may need a bit of
coin from each of you.

Where are you?

Excuse me.
May I help you?

I've no money
to pay you.

Do not seek payment,

only to pass the time
in conversation.

Well, go on then.

I'm looking for someone.

He's not too young,

but not as old as yourself.

He's 17 stone
and carries a staff,

although I don't think
he needs it.

Could be,
but folks live out here

because they don't want
interference with outsiders.

I only wish to tell him thanks
and to offer him a job.

Well, you may find him
up that way.

Thank you.

You might think it a coincidence
that we meet on this trail,

but I can
confirm it is not.

So you left the town and
made for safer climes.

I wish.

I told you before
that I will not train you.

That path will
only lead to pain.

I wish to offer you
a job.

I respectfully decline.

You haven't heard
the offer yet.

From my experience,

when a man of no apparent
means offers a job,

it is one rarely
worthy of consideration.

Hear me out.

The Romans are planning to capture
slaves for Nero's concubines.

These people are not choosing
this upon their own free will,

nor were they
born into slavery.

They're being stolen,

and that,
I cannot abide.

Will you join me in my efforts
to stop this offense?

If one were to intercede in every
injustice that occurred in the world,

one would toil
from dusk until dawn.

It would turn one's heart as
black as the coal from a fire.

Better to tend
to your own affairs.

Do you not care about the
plight of the innocent?

I am curious as to what your
plan would be to stop this raid.

Would not only be me...

but with a cadre of
those who feel as I do,

who stand
for the people.

And who will soon
all shortly be crucified

by the Romans
on the outskirts of town.

If you feel as such, why did
you help me the other day?

I did not do it for you.

Now be on your way.

And consider again choosing
the path of forgiveness.

Almighty Lord...

I know I have
not always followed

the path of righteousness.

I have sinned.

But you have always shown
me the way.

Now I ask for your guidance
once again.

Since I finished
my work at Calixto,

I have been listening for signs
as to what to do.

What is your name?

Melina.

Load 'em up.

Right. Open the cart.

That's it.
That's enough.

It's a fair week's
ride to Rome.

We won't have enough rations
for any more.

So that's your lot then.

Quick! Split up!

Well, that went
rather well.

I feel your gift will be
rather well received, sir.

I have a question
for you, Cyprian.

How come those young men who tried
to interfere knew of our operation?

I just suspected they were
from the refugee camp.

Were they?

I got
the distinct impression

they were trying to
sabotage our operation.

These people are merely trying
to protect their loved ones.

Because if
there were some kind

of organized rebellion
in this area,

I'd want
to know about it.

I find that
highly unlikely, sir,

but I will keep an ear
to the ground.

You do that.

Hey, hey!

The Romans,

-they took...
-I know.

I've been to the camp.

I want to go with you.

If you're willing to die,
then get in.

Hey! Hey!

What weapons
do you have?

I have my knife.

Keep it as last resort.

If they capture you,
you can kill yourself.

What?

Can't afford
to kill the Romans.

Have you seen what
they've been doing?!

You kill one, and you have the
entire legion hunting you down.

Wound them, take their
honor, then you might live.

Stop the cart.

Stay with me on this one.
Hold the chariot.

You're insane.

Never claimed otherwise.

So that's
your sell-sword.

He's worth far more
than we could pay him.

Yah!

It's all clear.

Come on.

Okay?

All right.
Go on.

This place isn't safe
for you anymore.

Do you have
anywhere else to go?

Yes.

Pack up your things
and leave

before the Romans
return.

All of you should leave
this place soon.

The Romans will be
coming after us.

It's just
a matter of time.

And where would we go?

This is our home.

I was born on this land.

We are from here,
and they are not.

We shall not leave.

It would be better
to stop fighting.

As sure
as the sun rises,

you will die if you
continue this fight.

That may be, but I will
still get my revenge.

You have spirit, but you are
no match for Roman soldiers.

They will send out a force to
seek revenge for this incident.

Believe me,
they will get it.

I don't care if I die.

I will never stop fighting.

-Adrian...
-I'm leaving.

The warmer humors
rule him.

It has always been so.

Yet we owe him so much.

We are all free men,
but in status,

we are but a little higher
than a slave.

Adrian gathered us together.

He inspired us with an idea

that one day the Romans
would no longer rule.

And that's something coming from
someone who overcame so much.

What do you mean?

Adrian's an orphan.

His father died
when he was young.

He was brought up
by only his mother.

She had Adrian
and a little girl, Lucia.

Then, one day, when the
Romans came to the village,

they wanted to claim
his mother as their prize.

When she refused,

they got mad

and beat her
to the point of death.

Adrian was just a boy.

Since then, he has brought up
his sister all alone.

That's why Adrian
hates the Romans

and anyone who takes
advantage of the people.

Where does Adrian live?

Leave her alone!

She's got nothing
to do with this!

Maybe so.

Let her go, and I'll
come with you willingly.

You're
coming with us.

So is she.

She'll be heading
for Nero's palace...

thanks to you.

Legionnaire!

You are a disgrace!

Lower your sword, and
return to your barracks.

Return to our barracks?

Right.

I spent three years
in the galleys

and six more
in the arena.

I have killed men in ways
you couldn't imagine.

Now, if you do not lower
your sword and leave,

I will maim you,

and then I will
hunt down your family

and kill them
while they sleep.

When I have done that,

I will come back
and finish your life.

So choose your next
move carefully.

Who are you?

To you, I am no one.

It is best you forget
all you know of me

and forget about
this place after today.

I had the matter in hand.

So I could see.

Thank you.

You may have noticed my brother
is as modest as he is wise.

He does have a certain
boldness about him.

My name is Lucia Bardilo.

I am Judah Ben-Hur.

Are you the Ben-Hur who built
the Calixto catacombs of Rome?

Our mother spoke
of visiting there.

You are Judah Ben-Hur?

How did this happen,
your arrival in Lusitania?

By luck and
divine providence.

Before my wealth
was extinguished,

we were able to
complete the catacombs.

For that,
I am grateful.

But then, a great plague of
typhus spread from the Tiber.

It claimed many,

my wife and children
among them.

When I had
laid them to rest,

I took my horses and traveled
the roads of the Empire,

eventually
ending up here.

No one to trouble me,

I thought I'd end my days
in peace and solitude here.

Then I'm sorry
for dragging you

into all of this.

It was my decision
to become involved.

I don't know
what to say.

Thank you.

Do not thank me.

Thank
your friend Caius.

He's the one that told
me where you lived.

I did not come here to
rescue you from Romans.

I have reconsidered
your offer

to train you
and your brothers,

but there
are conditions.

Of course.

Are you willing to do
anything to stop the Romans?

Yes.

To die?

Yes.

Then I will
train you both.

For once we start down this
road, there is no coming back.

So you both must be
self-sufficient.

If you agree to that,
then we can continue.

Go and pack your things.

I read how Caesar was repelled from
Britannia by warriors on chariots.

Yes, a lost art.

Chariots are still
common in the arena,

but on the battlefield,
cavalry is now king.

I read how
the warriors,

they rode their
chariots two up,

one the driver, the other
free to bear arms,

even leaping from the
chariot to attack on foot

and then running back
to the safety of the chariot

before his offender
could attack.

She reads a lot.

Could you teach me
to ride the chariot?

I can ride a horse.

Before our mother passed,
we had many horses.

She's a good rider.

I can use a bow
and a sling, too.

Yep. Many a grouse and squirrel
have fallen from her arrows.

There is a difference between
using your bow to hunt

and using it
in combat.

Do you think you could raise
your bow against another person?

If it were a Roman, gladly.

Today, you will find you have
the same resources available

as any combatant
you will encounter.

You have two arms,
two legs

and a head
to control them.

If you are successful, you
will retain those attributes,

although your opponents will dearly
like to deprive you of them.

Adrian, step forward.

Engage me.

Your objective is not to
react to your opponent.

Your goal is to
anticipate the move.

Good.

If you are using a sword
or other bladed weapon,

there are a finite number
of motions you can use

to propagate
an attack.

By studying the birth
of the attack,

you can counter it.

Attack me.

If you can observe
your opponent,

you can anticipate their
move and counterstrike.

Observe, anticipate,
counterstrike.

Otherwise, you will be
on the defensive.

Any counterattack
will be off balance.

You will learn the feints
for every weapon,

how to counter each one.

Now, everybody pair up.

We start with
a straight thrust.

Are you telling me
that you were unable

to find those responsible
for this incident?

Aye.

That is correct, sir.

And what do you believe
their motivations were?

I cannot say.

Cyprian, you have
an ear to the ground here.

Is this
an isolated incident,

or is it a symptom
of some larger rebellion?

There is
some civil unrest.

I wouldn't
call it organized.

It may have
been personal.

Personal?

You mean this is a direct
affront to my authority?

I think they...

Shut up.

You are confined to barracks
till further notice.

I didn't mean
you personally, sir.

I meant the ones
who did this

didn't like their people
taken for concubines.

Incidents of this nature
cannot be tolerated.

Once word gets out that
Roman law can be defied,

it opens the doors
to sedition.

We must be swift and merciless
with our reprisals.

I agree.

The true measure will be

how we use this affront
to our advantage.

The men we have we know are useless
in this kind of situation.

Cyprian, what does one do
when the knife is dull?

Sharpen it.

Yes, but if the steel
is not true,

it'll soon
turn dull again.

We need new knives
honed of tempered steel.

And where would one find such
knives, as it were, sir?

With the wars
winding down in Carthage,

a great many experienced sell-swords
can be found seeking work.

I don't think we need look very far
at all to find our new knives.

Demachaerius,
double swords.

I am Atticus, veteran
of the Tenth Legion,

pensioned after honorable
service in Gaul.

I'm now free to pursue
more lucrative employment.

Were you
a gladiator?

I was trained
at the ludus in Rome,

where I fought
for my freedom.

I then enlisted
in the Tenth Legion.

Was your retirement
honorable?

It was a honor to fight alongside
the many that died in the Tenth.

That I did not when so many did,
it made me ponder my purpose.

And did you find
said purpose?

Aye, to gather
my brothers and sisters

for future service
of Rome.

I see.
Gratitude, Atticus.

Laquearius.

No need to announce
every one.

We've all been
to the arena.

Are you a Sagartian?

Aye, sir.

I'm from Zagros.

I fought
and won in Rome.

Can you show me how?

A volunteer?

Gratitude.
You may join us.

This is Tauri
from Dacia.

A Scythian?

Does he speak?

If so, we have
not heard him.

But he understands, and his
ax speaks loudly enough.

Is he deaf?

No. It is believed

that he witnessed such
horrors in his youth

when his village was raided that
he lost the ability to speak.

And he bears no ill will
towards Romans?

It was not the Romans
that raided his village.

It was the Budini.

The curs.

He fought with the Romans
to push back the Budinis

into the dark forest
where they rot and fester.

There are few others I
would wish to watch my back.

Welcome, Scythian.

And who might you be?

I am Veleda Araeo.

I trained at
the Collegia luvenum

in Rome
as a gladiatrix.

You were a slave?

I am a free woman,

daughter of Quillius
Araeo, gladiator of Rome.

You were a venatore?

You killed animals
in the hunt in the arena?

Yes.

I also fought
in the arena.

Against gladiatrices?

That is the custom.

You have fought
against men?

That is not the custom
in the arena.

I did fight with the garrison
under Lucius Caedicius

at the Battle
of the Teutoburg Forest.

I stood side by side
with centurion.

I cannot say
for certain,

but I believe
most of them were men.

When the fortress fell,

she was one of the ones
who stayed to fight

to allow the legion
to make their escape.

It was a dark day for
the empire.

You have honored Rome.

Fortune has favored us,
Cyprian.

This is Braga,

the last
of the Gallaeci tribe,

who fought
so formidably

that she was allowed to
live on one condition,

she fight
in the arenas in Rome.

The Gallaecian spirit is
well known in these parts.

Perhaps a demonstration
of the throwing knives.

Are these a tradition
amongst your people?

No, sir.

I have not seen anything
like them before.

I created them myself.

Impressive.

Welcome to our cadre,
Braga.

This is Khutu.

She is from
the Xiongnu clan,

a vast tribe
of bowmen and riders

that roam the vast steppe
to the east of the empire.

And how do you find it here
by the sea so far from home?

The men here bleed
and die in a manner

far superior to those from the
province from which I come.

How so?

I would
not call them weak,

yet a life indoors away
from the wind and sky

makes them fall
quicker to the earth.

Welcome, Khutu.

Sir, I do not mean
to overstep,

but we are here to find soldiers,
not arena sideshow attractions.

Cyprian, your council
is valued well,

but you show
your inexperience.

In many far-flung
regions of the empire,

the women fight
alongside the men.

The valiant nature of such warriors
has been recorded by many.

If Atticus vouches for
them without reservation,

that is
good enough for me.

As you will.

You will assemble at the 17th
Legion garrison at first light.

There, you will receive
your instructions.

Gratitude.

I did not mean
to overstep, sir.

No, I've always valued
you speaking your mind.

So let me ask you
a question.

What method would
you use to flush out

those responsible for
our troubles of late?

I would seek out Sergius.

Someone in his employ
must have given away our plan.

The best way to gauge someone's
reaction in the future

is to see how they
reacted in the past.

With that in mind,

I propose
a different strategy,

one where
it does not matter

from whose lips
the information spilled.

One where it may, in fact,
benefit from the spilling.

In the arena,
women were pitted

against animals
and other women,

but in
a real-life battle,

there are
no such rules.

Your opponent's size or sex
should not be taken lightly.

Reach is an advantage,
but speed and agility

can overcome
a larger opponent.

Hyah!

You must know
where to strike

and have
the presence of mind

to seize that moment
when presented with it.

Use your opponent's weight
and momentum against them.

Better.

Right thrust.

Left side strike.

Right side strike.

Uppercut.

Downward strike.

Good. Now faster.

Straight thrust.

Left side strike.

Right side strike.

Uppercut.

Downward strike.

Very good.

Now switch roles.

I'm ready to
tear the Romans apart

like a wild Illyrian dog
on a hare.

You speak like a
Thracian, Aurelia.

I'll drink the Roman's
blood, Darius.

Line up!

You're ready to go up
against the Romans?

Ready.

Ready.

Let's see it.

Are you ready?

Ready?

No?

If you believe you
have mastered something,

you are no longer
the master.

You are a fool.

A wise man
knows his limitations

and does not pick a fight
he has little chance of winning.

Think on that.

So how are we doing,

exceeding
your expectations?

If one could kill with mirth,
you would be a champion.

Believe me, I've tried.

It's just
as ineffective.

You have two things
going for you.

You are young,
and you are determined.

But you are headstrong
and quick to rush into a fray.

You must learn control.

When will we be
ready to fight?

Two, maybe three years
of constant training.

Then you might survive
an encounter

with a soldier
of the likes stationed here.

And these men are
not seasoned veterans.

If you were to go up
against a soldier from Rome,

one from the campaigns or one
with gladiatorial experience,

your prospects of survival
would diminish rapidly.

I don't have time to sit
and hide in the woods.

If you were to go up
against the Romans now,

it would be a conflict
remembered only for its brevity.

But you didn't say
who'd be the victor.

Why are you
in such a rush to die?

Living under the Romans,
I might as well be dead.

Teach me how to ride
the chariot.

Learn the basics first.

Then we'll move
to mounted combat.

Gather your men
and your mercenaries.

Give me an hour.

I'll have what you need.

It's not much.

The Romans took
most of the weapons

when they captured
the province.

Iberian steel.

Roman steel,

the foundation
of their empire.

Found in their swords

and in the nails that build
their fortifications.

The secrets
of Roman tempered steel

are what allowed them
to rule over so many.

My father worked
the marble mines

until it was
the death of him.

Many of these swords
were fashioned there.

Weapons such as these should
be used as a last resort.

That's why we're training,
to kill the Romans.

No. You have been
learning how to survive.

Adrian!

The Romans
are in the village.

They are lining up people
on the wall outside town.

They're hunting
those responsible

for foiling the raid
on the river camp.

Stay here, all of you.

If you
wish to remain alive,

refrain from following.

But these
are my people.

You are not ready.

Lucia, stay behind.

I am the one
you are looking for.

You alone
were responsible?

I did hire
some local sell-swords,

but they were
of negligible worth.

They are no longer
in my employ.

You do understand that your
offense is punishable by death?

I was hoping
I might be rewarded

with a villa in Cyprus,

but I am unfamiliar
with current Roman statutes.

Good sir...

I propose we save Rome
the expense of a trial

and
the laborious process

of witnessing the
machinations of justice.

In our fine province,

I propose
trial by sword.

Sir, this is
rather unorthodox.

Silence.

But he is unarmed.

His mistake.

Go ahead.

Finish him.

As you wish.

Move.

I told you to stay back.

You should be grateful
we didn't.

If you want to live,
leave now.

You'll be killed.

That may be,

but if we all die,
who will continue the fight?

Steady. Steady.

We must retreat
to the garrison.

Gather reinforcements.

You are wise.

I will engage
the enemy

while Kaeso will take
you back to the fort.

Step aside.

We do not retreat.

You may stay and fight,
but we must get the Legatus

back to the garrison
for treatment.

I have seen
many injuries in battle.

This one does not look
life-threatening.

We stay and fight.

I would think again
on the consequences

before disobeying a direct
order from a Roman official.

Orders or no, if it
were to become known

that we were defeated by one
man and a band of children,

how often do you think I'd
find myself in employ?

We stay and fight,
and we shall prevail.

Of this, I am certain.

Send a runner
to the garrison.

We stay and fight.

It is not worth losing
everything over one life.

I want to stay
and fight.

Think of your sister.

Go.

Caius!

Go.

Get him to safety.

Leave now, or your friend
will have died in vain.

No! I can stay and fight.

Your death here
will not be remembered.

Now go!

Go. Go! Go!

Execute him.

What is your name?

What does it
matter to you?

The body may die,
yet the name may live on.

Give me your name.

My name
is Judah Ben-Hur.

Well, what are
you waiting for?!

Execute him!

There is value
in this name in Rome.

You are free
to take the name.

You shall give me
his head.

This man shall
not be executed today.

You dare defy me?!

This man is worth far
more alive than dead.

Take him back
to the arenas in Rome,

and we will be paid tenfold
what we have been paid today.

I will execute
this man myself.

I did not enter this field
to spill Roman blood,

but I guarantee that if
more blood is spilled,

some of it
will be Roman.

I will have
your heads for this.

You will join a long list who
have uttered those words.

This is insubordination.

How can I abide...

Sir, hear me out.

In this matter, prudence
may be best tact.

Would not there not
be more glory in Rome

for us to send this captive
back to the arena,

where his death can
match his reputation?

That may be so,

but if we
let them leave,

who will remain to take care
of the rebels who've escaped?

Pardon, sir, but speaking
from experience,

the rebels you talk of
are barely men. I...

Kaeso, when your opinion
is required,

I will ask of it.

You are in my employ.

You were hired
to eradicate these rebels

by any means possible.

The capture of one
while many escape

is not a task
taken to completion.

I doubt you'll
have much trouble

finding the rest by
their showing today.

This one is the only
one worthy of capture.

Sir, I am confident we can capture the
rest of these miscreants in short order,

but there may also be
a way which allows Atticus

to take
this Ben-Hur to Rome

while at the same time draw
out the rest of these rebels,

if I may be so bold.

Go on.

Allow Atticus
to take this Ben-Hur

on a road well known and seen by
many as he leaves this village.

That way, word will get
back to those who aid him.

We can set up an intercept
on this known road

and take them
by surprise.

Very well.

On your feet.

Which is the weaker
of the sexes?

Is it the field from
which the crop grows

or the one who merely
plants the seed?

Is it not
a more difficult job

to grow and nurture
the crop for harvest,

than to lay a mere
seed in the soil?

I think your soil
has seen many seeds.

If you prefer your
fruits attached, Dio,

I suggest you
stop speaking.

Gratitude, Atticus.

I would prefer
not to soil my blades.

What were
we talking about?

Yes,
the weaker sex.

Khutu, do you know
who this is?

He is someone whom
the gods do not favor.

How 'bout you, Veleda?

I do not know,
and I do not care.

I wager in Rome we'll hear a different
answer to the name Ben-Hur.

What do you think?

In times of old, your name was
known from Judaea to Hispania.

I suspect, in Rome,

many will savor
your death in the arena.

Maybe the fates
will allow you to live.

It's up to the gods.

Or should I say God
in your case?

You took
to the new religion.

Well, let me ask you,
where is your God now?

Can you not speak?

The road to Rome
is long and tiresome.

The least you could do is show
some gratitude for being saved.

Entertain us with
some stories of old.

Were you not a galley slave
before the Macedonians at sea

in a battle
to the last man?

Is that not
the tale of Ben-Hur?

The one who saved the Roman
consul, became his adoptive son?

Rode
the chariots in Rome

in the bloody arena?

Can you not speak?

I could have severed
your head from your body

as that fool instructed.

Someone with your skills may
even find favor in Rome.

Anything's possible.

What say you, old man?

What is it
you ponder so seriously?

Do you pray to your God
for a quick death?

He's praying for quiet.

What of the ambush
laid by the Romans?

Will they not rob us
of our prize?

The answer is simple.

We'll take another road.

Romans will never find us.

Caius, Caius,
look at me! Look at me!

This is gonna hurt.

1, 2, 3.

Keep it pressed.

-Look after him.
-I will.

Tell my sister
I love her.

You will be able to tell
her soon enough yourself.

Stay strong.

You'll be fine, Caius.

I did not think I would
die so far from Rome.

Do not
say it so, sir.

You must realize, Cyprian...

Promise me one thing.

Take my ashes to Rome.

I will see it done, sir.

You asked earlier
what I was mediating on.

The question I was pondering
was whether or not

it was acceptable
to take a life again.

I'm curious
as to your answer.

I decided
I could take a life

if I left the decision on
whether or not to lose the life

to the one
whose life is taken.

If you want to live,

release me
and leave this place.

If you prefer to die,
remain here.

Choice is yours.

Very generous of you.

Were you not such
a valuable commodity,

I would dismember you
where you sit.

I take it you have
made your decision?

Tauri, stay here.
Guard Ben-Hur.

Everyone else,
come with me!

Hyah!

Do we still take him alive?

No.

Hyah!

Here.

The horses are backwards.
The horses are backwards!

They look like they're
facing the right way to me.

No, they're
on the wrong sides!

This one's used to being on the
left and that one on the right!

Is that
a big problem?

Let's hope we don't have
to make any sharp turns!

Since when
do horses have sides?!

If you had listened
in training...

Hey, I was listening,

and I specifically remember nothing
about horses having sides!

And another thing, I told you
to stay out of this!

Yeah, well, it's a
little late for that!

And a thanks
would be nice!

Thanks!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! How many?

Three, coming up fast.

Not yet!

Wait till
they're in range.

Go! After them!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

This wench must not
mean anything to you

if you are
so quick to see her die.

If you want her to live,
be smart.

Surrender your weapons.

None of you
have any value.

I'm looking for Ben-Hur.

Yah!

If I were to hand Ben-Hur over
to you, I'd be dead anyway.

So be it.

And what is your name?

Atti...

Tell it to the oarsman.

Press this on here.

Is she going to live?

Depends on her.

Are you truly Ben-Hur?

I will go with you
if I must,

but leave them.

There's been enough
bloodshed here for one day.

Sir!

Silence.

I am the grandson of Quintus
Arrius, Consul of Rome.

Growing up, my grandfather
used to entertain me

with many stories
about Ben-Hur.

The one
I am most grateful for

is that Ben-Hur saved
my grandfather's life

when their galley
was sunk

by Macedonian pirates
in the great sea.

You saved his life, even
though he was a Roman.

You were his adopted
son, were you not?

It is true.

Then you shall go
in peace.

You have the word
of Cyprian Arrius.

With a larger force,
we can rout the Romans.

I'm sure of it.

Once Lucia and Caius
are recovered,

we can begin our aim to
recruit an army of freemen.

With your training...

we could...

Open warfare
with the Romans

is not something
I'm interested in.

But if, one day,
you find yourself in need,

call my name.

If you call it loud
and ring it wide,

perhaps we
shall meet again.