:23:02
And what would you believe?
:23:04
They fought for you and for Rome.
:23:07
And what is Rome?
:23:11
I've seen much
of the rest of the world.
:23:13
It is brutal and cruel and dark.
Rome is the light.
:23:17
Yet you have
never been there.
:23:19
You have not seen
what it has become.
:23:21
I am dying, Maximus.
:23:24
When a man sees his end...
:23:26
he wants to know there was
some purpose to his life.
:23:30
How will the world speak my name
in years to come?
:23:33
Will I be known
as the philosopher?
:23:36
The warrior?
:23:37
The tyrant?
:23:40
Or will I be the emperor who
gave Rome back her true self?
:23:46
There was once a dream
that was Rome.
:23:48
You could only whisper it.
:23:51
Anything more than a whisper
and it would vanish...
:23:54
it was so fragile.
:23:56
And I fear that it will not
survive the winter.
:24:01
Maximus...
:24:03
Let us whisper now...
:24:06
together, you and I.
:24:08
You have a son.
:24:11
Tell me about your home.
:24:19
My house is in the hills
above Trujillo. A very simple place.
:24:25
Pink stones
that warm in the sun.
:24:28
A kitchen garden that
smells of herbs in the day...
:24:32
jasmine in the evening.
:24:36
Through the gate
is a giant poplar.
:24:39
Figs, apples, pears.
:24:41
The soil, Marcus... black.
Black like my wife's hair.
:24:46
Grapes on the south slopes,
olives on the north.
:24:48
Wild ponies play near my house.
They tease my son. He wants to be one.
:24:52
- Remember the last time you were home?
- Two years, 264 days and this morning.
:24:58
I envy you, Maximus.