A striking story. Now the people want to know how the story ends. Only a famous death will do. And what could be more glorious... than to challenge the Emperor himself in the great arena? You would fight me? Why not?
Gladiator
44.3s
Shadows and dust. Maximus!
Gladiator
4.2s
Nothing happens to anyone that he is not fitted by nature to bear.
Gladiator
1.8s
This can't be true.
Gladiator
4.4s
Nothing happens to anyone that he is not fitted by nature to bear.
Gladiator
24.6s
A striking story. Now the people want to know how the story ends. Only a famous death will do. And what could be more glorious... than to challenge the Emperor himself in the great arena? You would fight me? Why not?
Gladiator
11.2s
The general who became a slave. The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor.
Gladiator
1.3s
Cicero.
Gladiator
11s
The general who became a slave. The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor.
Gladiator
2.1s
They call for you.
Gladiator
2m31s
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.
Gladiator
1.4s
They say no.
Gladiator
2.2s
Do you think I'm afraid?
Gladiator
2s
Do you think I'm afraid?
Gladiator
2.5s
People should know when they're conquered.
Gladiator
1m23s
He was betrayed... by those closest to him. By his own blood. They whispered in dark corners... and went out late at night... and conspired, and conspired. But the Emperor Claudius knew that they were up to something. He knew they were busy little bees. And one night he sat down with one of them... and he looked at her... and he said: "Tell me what you've been doing... "busy little bee. "Or I shall strike down those dearest to you. "You shall watch as I bathe in their blood." And the Emperor was heartbroken. The little bee had wounded him more deeply than anyone else could ever have done. What do you think happened then, Lucius? I don't know, Uncle. The little bee told him everything.