Lucullus and Pompey.
Have we a count of prisoners?
We haven't made the final count, sir.
I bring a message from your master...
Marcus Licinius Crassus...
commander of Italy.
By command of His Most Merciful Excellency...
your lives are to be spared.
Slaves you were...
and slaves you remain.
But the terrible penalty of crucifixion...
has been set aside...
on the single condition that you identify the body...
or the living person of the slave called Spartacus.
- I'm Spartacus! - I'm Spartacus!
Forgive me for being one of the last to congratulate you, Your Nobility.
There's an ugly rumour going round the camp...
that the prisoners are to be crucified.
That is true.
Perhaps this is the moment to remind Your Highness...
that yesterday you promised me I could be the agent in their auctioning.
Last night you promised Spartacus to me! Where is he?
In return, I promised you the sale of the survivors...
and there will be none!
- It's Varinia. - Yes, I remember.
You're the woman of Spartacus?
I'm his wife.
And this is his child?
Yes.
Where is Spartacus?
Dead.
Did you see him killed?
Yes.
You're lying. Where is he?
At least here is someone worth selling, Your Enormity.
I'll even take the child as an investment.
- How many women have been taken? - Under forty, sir.
Most of those who weren't killed have run to the hills with their children.
You may sell all the others, but not this woman.
But you haven't seen the others, Your Magnitude.
They're of surpassing ugliness! A genius wouldn't be able to sell them!
Flog that scoundrel out of camp.
This woman and her child are to be conveyed to my house in Rome.
- Halt them! - Halt!
Antoninus?
Tribune!
Slaves are to be crucified along the roadside...
the whole distance between here and the gates of Rome.
Hold this man till the end.
And that man too.
- March on. - March on!
I've more stripes on my back than a zebra!
Every time I touch my wounds...
they sing like larks.
But in spite of that, I think I've found something...
- I never had before with all my wealth. - What is that?
Don't laugh at me, but I believe it to be dignity.
In Rome, dignity shortens life...
even more surely than disease.
The gods must be saving you for some great enterprise.
You think so?
Anyone who believes I'll turn informer for nothing is a fool.
I bore the whip without complaint.
Yes, indeed, that sounds like a bad attack of dignity.
I hope, however, this will not deflect you...
from the revenge you were going to take on Crassus.
No, on the contrary. It only strengthens my resolve.
I'm glad to learn that.
This woman Varinia is in his house. All Rome knows about it.
Malicious tongues even say...
that he's in love for the first time in his life.
I noticed a strange look in his eye when he first saw her.
It would take a great woman...
to make Crassus fall out of love with himself.
I'll be honest with you, Gracchus.
She's not as unattractive as I told you she was.
Dignity and honesty in one afternoon! I hardly recognize you.
- But she is an impossible woman. - Beautiful?
Beautiful? Well, beautiful.
The more chains you put on her, the less like a slave she looks.
- Proud? - Proud, proud.
You'd feel that she would surrender to the right man...
which is irritating.
I like Crassus. Let's save him from his agony.
Let's steal this woman.
Steal the woman? Why?
I can no longer hurt Crassus in the senate...
but I can hurt him where he'll feel it most: in his pride.
Attack our enemy from within.
The scheme is excellent...
but I hope you're not suggesting that I steal the woman!
Yes.
Buy some horses and a cart with a canopy.
Bring her here by nightfall.
Add courage to your newfound virtues.
Would half a million sesterces make you brave?
Half a million?
Crassus does seem to dwindle in the mind, but--
Let's reduce him still further. A round million!
A million.
For such a sum, I could bribe Jupiter himself!
With a lesser sum, I have.
Forgive the intrusion.
You know I'm not in the habit of coming into your house uninvited.
You've always been welcome here...
as a pupil.
- You're not alone. - No.
This time you've come to teach.
You've joined Crassus?
- Am I arrested? - No.
But I must ask you to come with me to the senate immediately.
What I do, I do not for myself...
but for Rome.
Poor helpless Rome!
Let's go and hear more about Rome from Crassus!
Did you truly believe 500 years of Rome...
could so easily be delivered into the clutches of a mob?
Already the bodies of 6,000 crucified slaves...
Line the Appian Way.
Tomorrow the last of their companions will fight to the death...
in the temple of my fathers as a sacrifice to them.
As those slaves have died, so will your rabble...
if they falter one instant in loyalty to the new order of affairs.
The enemies of the state are known.
Arrests are in progress. The prisons begin to fill.
In every city and province, lists of the disloyal have been compiled.
Tomorrow they will learn the cost of their terrible folly...
their treason.
Where does my name appear...
on the list of disloyal enemies of the state?
First.
Yet upon you I have no desire for vengeance.
Your property shall not be touched.
You will retain the rank and title of Roman senator.
A house...
a farmhouse in Picenum has been provided for your exile.
You may take your women with you.
Why am I to be left so conspicuously alive?
Your followers are deluded enough to trust you.
I intend that you shall speak to them tomorrow for their own good...
their peaceful and profitable future.
From time to time thereafter, I may find it useful...
to bring you back to Rome to continue your duty to her...
to calm the envious spirit...
and the troubled mind.
You will persuade them to accept destiny and order...
and trust the gods!
You may go.
Halt!
Now, why hide behind that stola ?
That's better.
That dress took some weeks of a woman's life.
You, above all people, should respect the work of slaves and wear it proudly.
Come here.
This belonged to a queen...
the queen of Persia.
It's heavy.
In time you will wear it lightly enough.
Sit down.
Will you have some squab and honey?
No.
You'll enjoy it.
And a piece of melon?
And some wine, of course.
Eat.
I did not command you to eat.
I invited you.
You find the richness of your surroundings...
makes conversation difficult?
Why am I here?
Good question.
A woman's question.
I wish the answer could be as good and straightforward.
- The infant-- it thrives? - He thrives.
I purchased a wet nurse for him yesterday.
I hope milk agrees with him.
I sent her away.
I prefer to nurse the child myself.
I'm not sure I approve.
It ties you to the old life.
I want you to begin to look forward to the new.
I don't care about my new life here.
You care about the life of your child, don't you?
Why do you threaten me with my baby?
I belong to you. You can take me anytime you wish.
But I don't want to take you.
I want you to give.
I want your love, Varinia.
You think by threatening to kill my child...
you'll make me love you?
I did not threaten to kill your child.
I'm sorry, Varinia.
One shouldn't grieve forever.
I'm not grieving.
I'm remembering.
Do I interfere with your memories?
No.
You tread the ridge between truth and insult...
with the skill of a mountain goat!
What do you remember when you think about Spartacus?
It doesn't distress you to talk about him?
No.
Well, then...
what sort of a man was he...
really?
He was a man who began all alone...
Like an animal.
Yet on the day he died...
thousands and thousands would gladly have died in his place.
What was he? Was he a god?
He wasn't a god.
He was a simple man.
A slave.
I loved him.
He was an outlaw! A murderer!
An enemy to everything fine and decent that Rome ever built!
Damn you! You tell me.
- Why did you love him? - I can't tell you.
I can't tell you things you can never understand.
But I want to understand.
Don't you see? I must understand.
You're afraid of him, aren't you?
That's why you want his wife...
to soothe your fear by having something he had.
When you're so afraid, nothing can help.
Nothing.
We shall see.
Could we have won, Spartacus?
Could we ever have won?
Just by fighting them, we won something.
When just one man says, "No, I won't"...
Rome begins to fear.
And we were tens of thousands who said no.
That was the wonder of it.
To have seen slaves lift their heads from the dust...
to see them rise from their knees...
stand tall...
with a song on their lips...
to hear them...
storm through the mountains shouting...
to hear them sing along the plains.
And now they're dead.
Dead.
Varinia...
dead.
And the baby.
All of them.
Are you afraid to die, Spartacus?
No more than I was to be born.
Are you afraid?
Yes.
Hail Counsel!
Guards, fall in.
- Where are the gladiators? - Over there, sir.
Antoninus, the night passes slowly, doesn't it?
You are he...
aren't you?
Gladiator, I'm Marcus Licinius Crassus.
You must answer when I speak to you.
Centurion!
Let them fight now. Unchain them.
The entire city's been told they'll fight tomorrow...
in the temple of your ancestors.
They will fight now, for me. Here!
And to the death.
And the victor shall be crucified.
We will test this myth of slave brotherhood.
Unchain them!
Form a circle.
Don't give them the pleasure of a contest.
Lower your guard. I'll kill you on the first rush.
- I won't let them crucify you! - It's my last order. Obey it!
Let them begin.
I won't let them crucify you.
Do you realize how long it takes to die on the cross?
I don't care!
Forgive me, Antoninus.
I love you, Spartacus, as I loved my own father.
I love you...
Like my son that I'll never see.
Go to sleep.
Here's your victory.
He'll come back.
He'll come back and he'll be millions!
I wonder what Spartacus would say...
if he knew that the woman, Varinia, and her child...
are slaves in my household?
Yes.
Crucify him!
I want no grave for him. No marker.
His body's to be burnt and his ashes scattered in secret.
Did you fear him, Crassus?
Not when I fought him.
I knew he could be beaten.
But now I fear him, even more than I fear you.
- Me? - Yes, my dear Caesar.
You!
I don't see the letter here to the leader of the senate.
Julia, I don't like the sound of weeping.
This is a happy house. Please stop it.
There you are. Go away, Julia! Where have you been all this time?
The city is full of Crassus' legions. We've been hiding.
I don't know Rome as well as I know Capua.
They're arresting everyone!
So this is the woman...
it took Crassus' eight Roman legions to conquer!
I wish I had time to make your acquaintance, my dear.
Unfortunately, we all have to make journeys...
to different destinations.
- Where are we going? - You're going to Aquitania.
The governor's one of my innumerable cousins.
Here's a senatorial pass. It's valid in all the known world.
Why do I have to go to Aquitania?
'Cause I ask you to.
It's very good of you, Gracchus, but I'd rather--
Double the money I promised you. Here's two million sesterces.
Two million?
Here. Articles of Freedom for the woman.
And here's a smaller document that I've prepared...
for the child befitting its size.
Where are you going?
To Picenum.
Picenum? That's the dreariest town in Italy.
Will you please leave me?
Come with us.
See to it that I don't misuse the money.
Don't be ridiculous. I'm a senator.
Will you please go before the soldiers come here?
This would really make Crassus jealous.
Go and make my joy complete.
Save your tears now. Save them for the journey.
Prettier.
Halt!
Identify yourselves, please.
- Lentulus Batiatus. - Climb down and identify yourselves.
- I object to that tone. - I've got my orders.
Come down and identify yourselves, please.
As I told you, I'm Lentulus Batiatus, the lanista from Capua.
This-- my sister-in-law.
Lady, please.
She's travelling...
with her child to Aquitania on a senatorial pass.
- Take a look through his baggage. - Not a word, please.
What did you say?
- Tell the lady no loitering's allowed. - Instantly.
Move on!
This is your son.
He's free, Spartacus!
Free!
He's free.
He'll remember you, Spartacus.
Because I'll tell him.
I'll tell him who his father was and what he dreamed of!
Varinia, have mercy on us. Get in the wagon.
My love, my life.
Please die. Die.
Please, please die, my love.
Oh, God! Why can't you die?
Come on.
Good-bye, my love, my life.
Good-bye, good-bye.
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