Amazons and Gladiators

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The nature of things

will always create and destroy.

The nature of Rome is

that it will destroy itself.

60 years after the birth of Christ,

the Roman Empire had expanded

into every corner of the known world.

Africa,

Europe,

and as far east as Babylon.

All roads led to Rome.

One of Caesar's greatest generals,

Marcus Crassius,

was a hero of the Punic Wars

and the man who captured Spartacus.

Crassius' fame spread

throughout the Empire.

His popularity soon rivalled Caesar's.

The people love

this Marcus Crassius, Sire.

Caesar decided to banish Crassius,

appointing him governor

of a province far from Rome.

Governor of some lost province

in the middle of nowhere.

Caesar honours you, General.

Caesar exiles me!

- Gallo!

- Good news, General?

- We've been promoted.

- Yes, General.

Frustrated by his new surroundings,

Crassius poured his wrath

upon the people.

He ruled them with an iron fist,

but rewarded them

with gladiator games.

His thirst for violence was insatiable.

But in a small village

in the province of Panne,

an unlikely hero was still a child.

In the name of Zenobia, I slay thee.

Serena!

Serena!

Yes, Mother, I'm here.

- Find your sister. Supper's almost ready.

- All right.

You feel nice.

- Don't you think we should slow down?

- No.

Don't you think I'm beautiful?

Yes.

Get off! Get off of her!

- Run, Gwyned, run!

- What are you doing?

- Protecting you.

- Will you get out of here?

But Samuel was attacking you again.

He wasn't attacking me.

Who's Samuel?

Serena, this is Matthew!

Matthew, this is

my younger sister, Serena.

- The girl!

- No!

No, no, no, no!

Mother.

General. A gift for you.

Please!

No! No!

Connal!

Father!

- Connal! No!

- Father!

Kill the woman!

Lay your hands on my mother,

and I'll kill you!

Will you, little one?

Careful, soldier,

you may lose the use of your knees.

No!

Perhaps the spitfire and her mother

will provide us with entertainment.

No, no, please. Don't hurt them. I beg you!

Hurt them?

I wouldn't dream of it.

So, my pretty little girl.

This is your chance

to save your poor mother.

You might say that your mother's death

will be on your shoulders.

Mother.

Serena, save yourself.

- I can save us both!

- Gallo!

This could play well in the Coliseum

in Rome, don't you think?

- Possibly.

- Possibly.

Now.

Now.

If you hold on till this glass is empty,

we may let you and your mother live.

- Serena, you must live.

- No, mother, no.

- The Goddess will protect me.

- No, it's not your time.

I will always be with you.

Mother!

I'm sorry, Mother, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, Mom!

Well, there it is.

I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry!

You didn't have to die, Mother.

Mom, I'm sorry!

No!

Move back.

Gwyned!

You could have saved her!

Mother.

What do we have here?

You.

She looks healthy.

Good, I'll take her.

- That's all you have left?

- Yes.

This one has burns,

I can't use her as a dancer.

She looks good, but not her.

- I'll take her. How much?

- Eight dinari.

- I won't leave without her.

- Quiet!

- How much for both of them?

- 14.

- I'll give you twelve.

- Done.

I'm going to regret this.

I knew the minute I bought her,

she was going to be my best dancer.

I want her.

Senator Angelo...

...the girl has not yet been plucked.

She is worth a great deal of money to me.

20 dinari.

Senator, she's my best dancer.

Very good, Senator.

Be careful with the master's jewellery.

More than one dancer

has been punished for losing a stone.

Kiss the air.

They say a woman's

always nervous the first time.

Don't worry. I know the Senator.

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