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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.