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It is brutal and cruel and dark.
Rome is the light.
:29:06
Yet you have
never been there.
:29:09
You have not seen
what it has become.
:29:12
I am dying, Maximus.
:29:16
When a man sees his end...
:29:18
he wants to know there was
some purpose to his life.
:29:22
How will the world speak my name
in years to come?
:29:27
Will I be known
as the philosopher?
:29:30
The warrior?
:29:32
The tyrant?
:29:35
Or will I be the emperor who
gave Rome back her true self?
:29:42
There was once a dream
that was Rome.
:29:45
You could only whisper it.
:29:49
Anything more than a whisper
and it would vanish...
:29:52
it was so fragile.
:29:55
And I fear that it will not
survive the winter.
:30:01
Maximus...
:30:04
let us whisper now...
:30:08
together, you and I.
:30:10
You have a son.
:30:14
Tell me about your home.
:30:24
My house is in the hills
above Trujillo. A very simple place.
:30:32
Pink stones
that warm in the sun.
:30:35
A kitchen garden that
smells of herbs in the day...
:30:40
jasmine in the evening.
:30:45
Through the gate
is a giant poplar.
:30:48
Figs, apples, pears.
:30:52
The soil, Marcus... black.
Black like my wife's hair.
:30:58
Grapes on the south slopes,
olives on the north.