The Last Days of Pompeii Page #2
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- It is to me too.
What do you suppose Gaius would do
if I let you rush in on his guests?
- He'd have the skin off my back.
- He was kind to me.
I want only a little. I'm desperate.
- It may mean two lives.
Let me see Gaius.
You start trouble
and you'll go to jail.
Go to the arena if you wanna fight.
That's the place where fighting pays.
- All right, you'll do.
- I'll be paid for this, won't I?
You put up a good fight and please the
audience, you'll get a gold piece or 2.
But remember you've gotta show
them something. Understand?
Now, get your sword and shield.
I have the money. Take it to the doctor.
He'll come now.
- Too late.
- Here's the money.
Marcus, my friend. Too late.
She never knew
when the little son died.
My poor friend.
Poor.
Poor and a fool.
I've lost all I loved
because I was poor.
A year ago...
...a week ago,
- All my life I've been a fool.
- Steady, Marcus.
It cost me this to learn
what the world is really like.
Money is all that matters.
Well, I can get money.
It's easy to get money.
All you have to do...
...is kill.
The god of war himself.
I knew this Marcus
when he was a blacksmith.
I won 1000 gold pieces
on you today.
The Wolf was nearly a match
for him though.
- He was a good fighter.
- Let's go and find Petronius.
- He owes me 500.
- And me 1000.
Wait here.
So even the great Marcus
cannot yet kill with a light heart.
I'm sorry for you.
What?
Sorry for me?
You, a slave?
Every man's a slave.
- I, you, my master there.
- He's a rich man.
Money doesn't matter.
You're a fool.
Money is all that matters.
Without money, who cares for a man?
Who will listen to him?
They'll listen to me.
- And who will care for you?
- No one.
Well done, Marcus.
- A good fight.
- The best fighter in the empire.
Marcus, what a fighter.
You remember me, don't you?
You once saved my life.
I don't save lives.
Very good. Very witty.
But surely you haven't forgotten
Cleon, the slave dealer?
In your forge, the Scythian prisoner
would have killed me.
I remember.
I don't know why you should
look down on me, my friend.
Aren't we in the same business?
We both furnish amusement
for the people.
I risk my life with the man
I'm fighting.
You buy and sell poor wretches
to be slaughtered as a spectacle.
I'm not proud of myself, but by Jupiter,
compared to you, I'm a holy man.
You'll never be an old one.
It isn't brawn that survives, it's brain.
It's well-known that the rat
lives longer than the lion.
But who wants to be a rat?
I wouldn't do your dirty
work, not to save my life.
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