Gladiator II

...salute you.

Be gentle, Hanno.

We invoke you by your great names

to come to our aid.

Defeat the Romans.

Destroy their ships,

their engines of war,

and their soldiers.

We will prevail.

Ozalsces.

Arishat.

Hanno.

You did not make an offering today.

I prefer to sacrifice a Roman.

Where you are,

I am, too.

And where you are,

I am, too, forever.

My wife.

The wind is too strong. Furl sail and strike water.

Furl sail, strike water!

Furl sail and strike water!

Strike water!

They have no lands but the ones they've stolen.

Wherever they go, they leave destruction

and call it peace.

This is the last free city in Africa Nova.

Today, we go into battle.

Pray that your god is with you. If he is not, he is no god.

We've nothing to fear.

Where death is, we are not.

Where we are,

death is not.

Stay together and listen for my commands.

Your eyes up and your head out.

Fire!

Ready your weapons!

Again!

We're ablaze on the right!

Keep formation!

Pull!

Archers ready.

Release!

Nock!

Draw!

Loose!

Archers!

Fire!

- Raise the tower! - Raise the tower!

- Back astern! - Back astern!

Keep cranking.

Drop drawbridge!

The drawbridge is stuck!

Sir!

Loose!

Back.

Archers!

There!

Kill her!

Arishat!

Arishat.

Arishat!

I'll wait for you.

Check all the bodies!

Leave nothing!

I claim this city...

for the glory of Rome.

Vae victis.

Woe to the conquered.

Next!

Move it!

- Down the stairs! - Downstairs!

Hey.

What damage have they done you, eh?

Lift it up. Easy, easy.

Hold that.

Arishat?

I am sorry, my son.

I have not long.

This galley

is sailing us to something I cannot endure.

I am ready... to be taken to another place.

Stay here a while longer.

I remember well when you first were brought to us.

A lonely boy from the desert. Guileless.

Afraid.

You embraced everything we taught you.

You found Arishat's love. Your soul was replenished.

When I die,

my ancestors will meet me in the next world.

Who will meet you?

Hanno,

I am done.

Do not let them change what you are.

Have you seen this boy?

Eama! Eama!

You must go alone now, Hanno.

Never let them find you.

Go. Go.

Acacius! Acacius! Acacius!

Emperor Geta.

Emperor Caracalla.

General Acacius.

I have taken Numidia in your names

that your dominion may eclipse that

of every emperor that came before you.

Crown him with laurels, brother.

Acacius! Acacius! Acacius!

In honor of your conquest,

there will be games in the Colosseum.

I require no games in my honor.

Serving the Senate and the people of Rome

is honor enough for me.

You are too modest, Acacius.

It does not suit a general as accomplished as yourself.

The glory is yours, not mine.

I only ask for some respite from war

to spend time with my wife.

Your wife, yes.

Remember the privileges we have granted her?

Where is she now to ignore such an occasion?

There are victories yet still to come.

Persia.

India.

Both... must be conquered.

Rome has so many subjects.

She must feed them.

They can eat war.

Your triumphs will be celebrated

as a tribute to the greatness

of the Roman people.

Go to hell!

Macrinus of Thysdrus,

master of gladiators!

Stay close.

Aediles and the town councilors,

distinguished guests,

citizens of Antium,

behold the fate

of the conquered enemies of Rome:

The barbarian Numidians and their chieftain,

Jugurtha!

This one is interesting.

I'll buy him.

Halt! Who goes there?

General.

My lady.

I thank the gods that brought you back home safe.

Thank the Army. They protected me.

Mm.

Let me feed you.

Go.

To the wall.

The arena is a sacred temple.

For the bravest of you,

the road to glory runs through the arena.

The arena turns slaves into gladiators

and gladiators into free men.

You have worms.

I know this one. He eats monkeys.

Go. Sit. Eat.

You.

Hanno, get up.

What is your native language? I speak them all.

You don't answer because you can't or because you won't?

Mm, all right.

Violence... is the universal language.

Viggo, put him through his paces.

He can fight an ape. Let's see if he can fight a man.

Enough!

Very good.

Very good.

Hose him down.

Bring him to me.

Ah!

A strong jaw.

Good arms.

Better smell.

You will do well.

It is an art,

choosing gladiators.

Some choose entertainers.

Some choose brute force.

I choose rage.

Crowd loves blood.

And they love those who love blood as much as they do.

And you, my friend, rage

pours out of you like...

like milk...

from a whore's tit.

You will be quite the fighter.

Not for you.

You're right, you do not fight for me.

I put you in the ring, you fight or you die.

The choice is yours.

But whose head could I give you

that would satisfy this fury?

The entire Roman Army's.

Too much.

Mm.