Gladiator October 22, 1998 Script Draft: Page #3
            
            
             
            EXT. ROME - WAGON - DAY
            
            SENATOR GRACCHUS, an imposing, moral and corpulent man in his 60's, is riding in a luxurious wagon with Senator Gaius.
            
            
            And CAPTAIN MARCELLUS, the handsome Head of the Roman City Guard.
            
            Their wagon slowly maneuvers through the crowded streets of Rome. The cosmopolitan bustle of the great urban center is everywhere around them.
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              We have plague in the Hebrew Quarter
              and it is spreading... we have
              looting at the granaries... we have
              so much filth in the Tiber that the
              water is undrinkable... we have
              Praetorian Guard units that are
              demanding protection payments from
              the merchants at the exchange --
              
              MARCELLUS
              My City Guard units have tried to
              curtail these excesses but no
              constabulary can police the entire
              city. And the Praetorians outnumber
              us two to one.
              
              GRACCHUS
              Rome dies as the Emperor plays at
              beneficence. At least Nero gave us
              music!
              
              GAIUS
              Do you think he'll listen to us?
              
              GRACCHUS
              It is his duty to hear the will of
              the Senate.
            
            
            Their wagon stops -- hopelessly stuck in a massive traffic jam of chariots, wagons and sedan chairs.
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              Not to mention the damn traffic!
            
            
            INT. PALACE - THRONE ROOM - DAY
            
            Emperor Commodus is standing before a group of male children and their tutors in his throne room.
            
            The throne room is still very much the province of his father. Manuscripts and astronomical charts and papyrus scrolls and wax tablets litter the heavy desk. A large bust of Marcus Aurelius is in one corner.
            
            Lucilla and Senator Falco are present. So too Senators Gracchus and Gaius and Captain Marcellus.
            
            A well-rehearsed child presents Commodus with a laurel wreath.
            
            
              CHILD
              We honor Caesar with the laurel to
              show our love and appreciation for
              his benevolence.
              
              COMMODUS
              Caesar is honored to accept your
              tribute, Citizen Scholar.
            
            
            The child smiles and moves back to his fellows.
            
            
              COMMODUS
              (to all)
              It is the most sacred duty of the
              Emperor to oversee the education of
              the young. If I could leave no
              other legacy than the scholarship of
              all children my life would be
              blessed. Tutors, you hold the
              future of Rome in your hands. Teach
              them well so that they will bring
              honor to the Empire. I salute you.
            
            
            Commodus actually bows before them, an unimaginable honor.
            
            The tutors bow in response and herd the children out.
            
            
              COMMODUS
              Look at them, Senators... my truest
              gift to Rome.
              
              GRACCHUS
              Darling children, to be sure, now if
              I may proceed?
              
              COMMODUS
              (sighs)
              Very well...
            
            
            Commodus moves to the desk, standing over it and gazing at Marcus' scrolls as:
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              Caesar, your presence in Rome is an
              invaluable opportunity to begin
              correcting some of the ills that
              have beset the city since your
              father went to the wars. We would
              like to --
              
              COMMODUS
              Peace, good Gracchus, peace...
            
            
            Commodus slowly begins pushing Marcus' papyrus scrolls off the desk to the floor, one by one, as:
            
            
              COMMODUS
              My beloved father was a careless
              shepherd to his flock. I shall be a
              good father to my children. I shall
              remain in Rome and show them how
              they are loved.
              
              GRACCHUS
              With respect, sire, the people don't
              need love -- they need law. The
              Senate has prepared a series of
              protocols to begin addressing the
              corruption in the city --
              (Gaius hands him a scroll)
              -- starting with basic sanitation in
              the Hebrew Quarter. If Caesar could
              study this and --
              
              COMMODUS
              You see that's the very problem,
              isn't it, my old, old friend? My
              father spent all his time at study.
              At books and learning and
              philosophy...
            
            
            As Commodus speaks he moves to the chair behind the desk, tries it, doesn't like it, nods to a slave. The chair is whisked away.
            
            
              COMMODUS
              He spent his twilight hours reading
              scrolls from the Senate. All the
              while, the people were forgotten.
              
              GRACCHUS
              The Senate is the people.
              
              COMMODUS
              I doubt many of the people eat so
              well as you do, Senator Gracchus...
            
            
            As Commodus speaks he moves to the bust of Marcus, studies it, doesn't like it, nods to a slave and the bust is whisked away. Lucilla watches this closely.
            
            
              COMMODUS
              I doubt many of the people have such
              splendid armor, Captain Marcellus.
              Or such fine mistresses, Senator
              Gaius. No... only their true father
              knows what the people need. I shall
              show them they are loved. I shall
              hold them to my bosom and embrace
              them tightly --
              
              GRACCHUS
              Have you ever embraced someone dying
              of plague, sire?
            
            
            Commodus stops. Looks at him. A lethal moment.
            
            
              COMMODUS
              No. But if you interrupt me one
              more time I assure you that you
              shall. I will emulate the immortal
              Caesars of the past. I will give
              the people what they truly want.
              Starting this day I will draw all of
              Rome to the Colosseum. I will give
              them bread. And they will want
              nothing more.
            
            
            Startled looks between Gracchus, Gaius and Marcellus.
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              You want to hold games?
              
              COMMODUS
              Not just any games, Senator! A
              series of games that will make the
              Gods envious and leave my children
              happy! I will subsidize the arena
              from this day forth -- and I will
              culminate this celebration in a
              great spectacle the likes of which
              the world has never seen! A great
              spectacle to honor my father!
              Magnificent, unending weeks of
              festivity all in the name of Marcus
              Aurelius!
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              If I may, Caesar... how are you
              going to pay for this?
              
              COMMODUS
              That is not your concern.
            
            
            Gracchus ignores a warning look from Gaius.
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              Respectfully, sire, taxation and
              import duties are the exclusive
              province of the Senate --
            
            
            Commodus spins on him so quickly and with such feral violence that everyone is shocked --
            
            
              COMMODUS
              MY FATHER DESERVES TO BE HONORED AND
              I WILL HONOR HIM! -- AND THE PEOPLE
              WILL LOVE ME! -- AND THE SENATE WILL
              OBEY ME OR EVERY ONE OF YOU WILL
              BURN! BURN! BURN! -- I WILL HAVE
              ORDER!
            
            
            He snarls like a great jungle cat and he stalks away. Senator Falco quickly follows.
            
            A dreadful silence.
            
            Then:
            
            
              LUCILLA
              Gentlemen, in the future do not
              concern my brother with these
              matters. Come to me.
            
            
            She sweeps out.
            
            A beat.
            
            
              MARCELLUS
              Games? He wants to hold games?
              
              GAIUS
              It's madness.
              
              GRACCHUS
              No... it's not...
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              He knows who Rome is. Rome is the
              mob. He will conjure magic for them
              and they will be distracted. And he
              will takes their lives. And he will
              take their freedom. And still they
              will roar. The beating heart of
              Rome isn't the marble of the Senate.
              It's the sand of the Colosseum. He
              will give them death. And they will
              love him for it.
            
            
            INT. PROVINCIAL ARENA - DUGOUT - TUNNELS - DAY
            
            Maximus is marching relentlessly through the dugout and cramped, serpentine trench-like tunnels that lead to the arena.
            
            We don't really see Maximus well in the dark tunnels.
            
            Proximo scurries to keep up with him -- they brush past gladiators who line the walls. Some are wounded, some are being attended to by surgeons, some are shell-shocked, some are nervously waiting to go on, whispering prayers.
            
            We twist and turn in the tunnels with Proximo and Maximus as:
            
            
              PROXIMO
              (quickly)
              I've wagered on you against the
              Celts -- ignore the others and go
              for them -- there are two axe-and-
              net and two long spear. Now the
              Celts aren't used to the sun so you
              have the advantage there...
            
            
            The roar of the crowd is growing, they are nearing the arena...
            
            
              PROXIMO
              And keep them moving, their lungs
              aren't strong, ground the spears as
              soon as you can and then go for the
              ax-men. If you get all four there's
              an extra bonus so don't be
              distracted by the Spartans...
            
            
            Without a word to Proximo, or a moment's hesitation, Maximus strides into the arena.
            
            EXT. PROVINCIAL ARENA - DAY
            
            We continue with Maximus as he strides into the roaring arena.
            
            We finally see him in the blazing sunlight -- he wears traditional gladiator armor and now has longer hair and a beard --
            
            A battle is already in progress, fighting and dead and dying gladiators crowd the arena --
            
            We stay with Maximus as he wades through his opponents, fighting them heroically, slashing through them without stopping --
            
            The large crowd cheers mightily -- chants of "Spaniard! Spaniard! Spaniard!"
            
            We stay with Maximus as he cuts through the four Celts like a scythe through wheat and then we dramatically pull up and away --
            
            Taking in the roaring arena and the hero.
            
            EXT. PROXIMO'S SCHOOL - COMPOUND - NIGHT
            
            A large mess area has been set up. The tables around the compound are crowded with gladiators. Guards everywhere.
            
            Maximus and Juba enter. Move to get food. All conversation gradually drains away as the other gladiators watch them. Silence.
            
            Maximus and Juba note the strange silence as they move to a large table.
            
            Vibius is at the table with a number of other gladiators. There are no places for Maximus and Juba.
            
            Vibius stands and kicks two other gladiators off their bench.
            
            
              VIBIUS
              MOVE ASIDE! THIS IS A TABLE FOR
              MEN!
            
            
            Maximus and Juba sit.
            
            Vibius remains standing. He begins to pound on the table with his fist. Soon all the gladiators are pounding on their tables. It is a cacophonous din honoring Maximus.
            
            INT. PROXIMO'S SCHOOL - PROXIMO'S CHAMBER - NIGHT
            
            Proximo sits on a terrace overlooking his compound, sipping wine. Various gladiators can be seen working out below.
            
            A guard brings Maximus. Proximo nods for the guard to leave.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              (holding up a plate)
              Butterfly?
            
            
            The plate is filled with honeyed butterflies, their wings still moving slightly.
            
            Maximus shakes his head. Proximo pops one into his mouth. He chews as he looks at Maximus.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              Perhaps you'd like a woman?
            
            
            Maximus shakes his head.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              Boy?
            
            
            Maximus shakes his head.
            
            A beat.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              Gold?
            
            
            Maximus shakes his head.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              Well, I have nothing left to offer
              you! A man who turns down a
              butterfly, a woman, a boy and gold
              confuses me. Personally, I'd grab
              them all and then grab some more
              because the Gods are fanciful and
              take us at their whim. Does the
              Spaniard have any needs?
            
            
            Maximus shakes his head.
            
            A beat. Proximo studies him.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              You fight like a soldier. You have
              wounds like a soldier who has been
              on long campaigns. You eye the
              world around you like an enemy.
              What is your name, Roman soldier?
              
              MAXIMUS
              Gladiator.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              And nothing more?
              
              MAXIMUS
              Nothing more.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            Proximo watches Maximus very closely for the following:
            
            
              PROXIMO
              In two days we leave for Rome.
            
            
            Maximus' eyes suddenly flash to Proximo. He is transfixed, his eyes burning.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              Ah... so it's Rome you want. Well
              you shall have her, Gladiator. The
              new Emperor has ordered a series of
              matches to culminate in a grand
              spectacle. If you do well I shall
              become very, very rich. If you do
              well enough I shall set you free.
              Is it freedom you want?
            
            
            A beat.
            
            Maximus shakes his head.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              (quietly)
              Not even that.
              
              MAXIMUS
              (barely controlled)
              The Emperor -- will he be there?
              
              PROXIMO
              Oh yes. He's apparently quite mad
              about the games. Spending a
              fortune, which is, needless to say,
              good for me again. But what is good
              for you, Gladiator?
              
              MAXIMUS
              Have you -- how does one meet the
              Emperor?
              
              PROXIMO
              As a gladiator?
              
              MAXIMUS
              Yes.
              
              PROXIMO
              One doesn't.
            
            
            A beat. Proximo sees that Maximus' mind is racing.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              Except... If one has proven oneself
              in battle. If at the end of the
              games you are the final man standing
              -- the Emperor will present you with
              a small wooden sword. The sword is
              your freedom.
              
              MAXIMUS
              He give it personally?
              
              PROXIMO
              He did to me...
              (Maximus is surprised at this)
              Our great father Marcus Aurelius
              looked into my eyes and touched me
              on the shoulder.
              
              MAXIMUS
              You knew Marcus?
              
              PROXIMO
              I didn't know him. He touched me on
              the shoulder. Just once. But that
              was enough.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              All right, Gladiator. We shall go
              to Rome together and have bloody
              adventures. The Great Whore will
              suckle us until we are fat and happy
              and can't suck another drop. That
              is Rome.
            
            
            INT./ EXT. SLAVE WAGON - OUTSIDE ROME - EVENING
            
            Maximus is crouched in the back of an enclosed slave wagon with Vibius, Juba and a few other gladiators.
            
            In the distance, Rome.
            
            INT. PALACE - COMMODUS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
            
            Commodus sits on his bed, rubbing his aching head. Lucilla is preparing a drink for him, a medicinal tonic.
            
            
              COMMODUS
              All my desires are splitting my head
              to pieces -- there's so much I want
              to do -- but all my efforts to show
              my children they are loved go
              unappreciated by those dragons in
              the Senate --
              
              LUCILLA
              (mixing tonic)
              Quiet, brother...
            
            
            Unseen by him, she adds a little special powder to the drink from a vial secreted in her robe.
            
            
              LUCILLA
              Leave the Senate to me. Don't
              trouble yourself.
              
              COMMODUS
              All I want is to be a good father to
              my people. Why don't they
              understand that?
            
            
            She goes to him.
            
            
              LUCILLA
              Shhh. The tonic will help...
            
            
            She takes a sip and then hands it to him.
            
            
              LUCILLA
              Yes, just drink this down.
            
            
            She sits on the edge of the bed. He drinks as:
            
            
              COMMODUS
              I must take a firmer hand with them.
              They must know their father can be
              firm. As our father was firm with
              us.
              
              LUCILLA
              Our father lost his way. His
              mistake was believing the old songs
              of the "Republic." We know better.
              So let the Senate talk. They have
              no real power.
              
              COMMODUS
              Yes... yes... you always know the
              way. You were always so wise in
              these matters...
              (he takes her hand)
              You know if I didn't have my duty to
              Rome I think I should be an artist.
              I should go away and paint pictures
              of the sea and leave all the
              politics to you...
            
            
            A beat. He is sleepy, he lies back on his bed.
            
            
              COMMODUS
              Will you stay with me?
              
              LUCILLA
              (smiles gently)
              Still afraid of the dark, brother?
              
              COMMODUS
              Still. Always.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              COMMODUS
              My dreams would terrify the world.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              LUCILLA
              I'll stay with you until you are
              asleep.
              
              COMMODUS
              (falling asleep)
              And after... just sit with me. Keep
              me safe...
            
            
            He is asleep.
            
            She watches him for a moment and then rises.
            
            She goes.
            
            INT. PALACE - HALLWAY - NIGHT
            
            Lucilla moves down a long corridor in the palace and blows ut candles as she goes.
            
            She finally arrives at her own chamber and enters...
            
            INT. PALACE - LUCILLA'S CHAMBERS - NIGHT
            
            Senators Gracchus and Gaius and Captain Marcellus are waiting.
            
            
              LUCILLA
              He's asleep. Be quick.
              
              GRACCHUS
              We've taking a sounding, the Senate
              is with us.
              
              LUCILLA
              Good.
              
              GRACCHUS
              But we are only words. We are air.
              We need steel.
              
              MARCELLUS
              The City Guard is faithful to the
              Republic. But we don't stand a
              chance against the Praetorians.
              
              LUCILLA
              Can they be bought?
              
              MARCELLUS
              They are zealots -- totally
              committed to your brother.
              
              GRACCHUS
              Well, can they at least be rented
              for a day?
              
              MARCELLUS
              I doubt it. He pays them exorbitant
              salaries and lets them loot and
              extort as they see fit. The city
              belongs to them.
              
              LUCILLA
              And they've started arresting
              scholars now. Anyone who dares
              speak out -- even satirists and
              chroniclers.
              
              MARCELLUS
              And mathematicians and Christians.
              All to fill the arena.
              
              GAIUS
              And what pays for it? These games
              are costing a fortune and yet we
              have no new taxes.
              
              LUCILLA
              The future. The future pays for
              it...
            
            
            A beat. She looks at them.
            
            
              LUCILLA
              He's started selling the grain
              reserves. 
              
              GAIUS
              No.
              
              MARCELLUS
              That can't be true...
              
              LUCILLA
              He's selling Rome's reserves of
              grain. The people will be starving
              in two years. I hope they are
              enjoying the spectacles because soon
              enough they will be dead because of
              them.
              
              MARCELLUS
              Rome must know this.
              
              LUCILLA
              And who will tell them?! You,
              Marcellus? You, Senator Gaius?
              Will you make a speech on the Senate
              floor denouncing my brother? And
              then see your family in the
              Colosseum? What town-crier would
              dare?
            
            
            A long beat.
            
            
              LUCILLA
              He must die.
            
            
            A beat as her words sink in.
            
            
              GAIUS
              The Praetorians would only seize
              control themselves.
              
              LUCILLA
              No -- cut off the head and the snake
              cannot strike.
              
              GRACCHUS
              Lucilla, Gaius is right. Until the
              City Guard can neutralize the
              Praetorians we can accomplish
              nothing.
              
              MARCELLUS
              And I haven't enough men.
              
              LUCILLA
              What about the army?
              
              GAIUS
              No Roman army has entered the
              capital in a hundred years.
              
              LUCILLA
              So we do nothing?!
            
            
            A door opens, a voice...
            
            
              LUCIUS' VOICE
              Mother...
            
            
            An eight-year-old boy stands in a doorway, sleepy. He is LUCIUS, Lucilla's son.
            
            
              LUCIUS
              I heard voices...
              
              LUCILLA
              (going to him)
              It's all right, darling, you --
            
            
            Lucius suddenly notices Senator Gracchus:
            
            
              LUCIUS
              (running to Gracchus)
              Senator! What did you bring me?!
            
            
            He leaps onto Gracchus -- Gracchus laughs and pulls something from his robe.
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              For you prince Lucius... a sea
              monster!
            
            
            Gracchus gives Lucius a beautifully painted toy of a sea serpent.
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              Off the coast of Achaea they grow
              twenty times this size, with
              snapping teeth to devour any nasty
              Praetorians they come across... now,
              where is Achaea?
              
              LUCIUS
              Below Macedonia!
              
              GRACCHUS
              Show me on the map.
            
            
            Lucius runs to a map and stabs his finger at Achaea. We sense this is an old game between them.
            
            
              LUCILLA
              Lucius, you go in now, I'll be in
              shortly.
              
              LUCIUS
              (to Gracchus)
              Thank you, Senator Mountain!
              
              GRACCHUS
              You're welcome, Prince Anthill!
            
            
            Lucius goes. Lucilla shuts the door after him. A moment. She turns to the others, a deep anguish in her eyes.
            
            
              LUCILLA
              What are you going to do?
            
            
            Gracchus goes to her, holds her.
            
            
              GRACCHUS
              Peace child... One dark night the
              Gods will light our path. They will
              give us the voice we need. Have
              faith in that. Have faith.
            
            
            INT./ EXT. ROMAN STREETS - SLAVE WAGON - NIGHT
            
            Maximus cranes for a sight of the Eternal City through a hole in the wooden slats that cover the slave cart.
            
            He can see only glimpses of Rome as they pass. But the images are not what he expected. Alongside the undeniable glory of the city, the madness and disease Marcus Aurelius spoke of are readily apparent.
            
            Maximus sees flashes of plague victims being tossed on carts heaped with bodies -- he sees getting and spending and commerce everywhere -- he sees fascist Praetorian Guard units trooping past -- he sees the magnificent architecture of the city -- he sees starving children begging from filthy gutters -- he sees rich citizens out for a stroll -- he sees a swirling combination of sophistication and depravity, of civilization and corruption.
            
            He sits back in the cart, deep in thought. Vibius looks at him.
            
            
              VIBIUS
              Not what you expected?
              
              MAXIMUS
              No.
              
              VIBIUS
              Rome is nothing but a slaughter
              house. And we are the meat.
            
            
            EXT. PROXIMO'S COMPOUND - NIGHT
            
            The slave wagon pulls up to Proximo's rather grand Roman compound. Guards unlock imposing gates and the wagon drives in...
            
            EXT. PROXIMO'S COMPOUND - COURTYARD - NIGHT
            
            Inside the gates is a large courtyard, much like Proximo's Moroccan school but much more impressive. A fountain with an enormous statue of the war god Mars is central in the courtyard.
            
            The gladiators climb from the wagon, stretching after the long journey. Vibius leads Maximus and Juba to the statue. He wades through the fountain and kisses the toe of Mars.
            
            
              VIBIUS
              Tradition. He watches over us.
            
            
            Juba steps up and kisses the toe.
            
            
              VIBIUS
              (to Maximus)
              Oh go on, it won't kill you.
            
            
            Maximus kisses the toe as well.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              (calling to them)
              Stop that! You'll get some
              monstrous disease and then you'll be
              worth nothing to me!
            
            
            Guards come and lead them to their cells, which line one side of the courtyard.
            
            INT. PROXIMO'S COMPOUND - CELL - NIGHT
            
            Later. Maximus and Juba again share a cell. It is more comfortable than their cell in Morocco, befitting Maximus' new status as one of the "stars." A high, barred window on one wall opens to the city. Another barred window is directly over them, twenty feet above.
            
            Maximus pulls himself up to the side window, he looks out.
            
            And sees at last... The Colosseum.
            
            It is a breathtaking sight. Monolithic Albert Speer-like columns of light shine up from the Colosseum. It seems to illuminate the whole city and the heavens above.
            
            Maximus drops back to the floor.
            
            
              JUBA
              Do you think it will be much
              different? Here in Rome?
              
              MAXIMUS
              Bigger arena. Same killing.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              JUBA
              Are you scared for tomorrow?
              
              MAXIMUS
              No.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              JUBA
              Me too.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              JUBA
              I never though it would be so easy
              to kill.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              JUBA
              So you're finally home.
              
              MAXIMUS
              This isn't my home.
              
              JUBA
              For all Romans... this is home.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              JUBA
              (quietly)
              Among my people we honor the soil of
              our home. Our ancestors are in that
              soil. All their dreams live there.
              I will never see my home again. The
              soil is dead and no one honors them,
              so the dreams die.
            
            
            A beat.
            
            
              MAXIMUS
              Perhaps one day you'll return.
            
            
            Juba looks at him.
            
            
              JUBA
              How can I go back? I am not what I
              was. When a man kills for no
              reason, he has lost himself.
            
            
            A long beat.
            
            Juba leans his head back and quietly begins to sing. A haunting lament in his native tongue.
            
            EXT. COLOSSEUM - DAY
            
            A flurry of images from around the Colosseum, the energy mounting. At this point we see practically nothing of the inside of the Colosseum:
            
            Slaves are balancing high above the empty arena. They are on ropes unrolling huge rolls of muslin; sun tarps that provide shade below...
            
            Merchants open stalls in the curved arcade around outside of the Colosseum. They sell everything from food to magic elixirs, from toys to aphrodisiacs. They immediately start declaiming and demonstrating the virtues of their products...
            
            Gangs of whores of both sexes trawl the streets. They have bizarrely-colored hair and elaborate makeup...
            
            Citizens begin arriving, pushing past the vendors and the pickpockets. We see whole families with picnic lunches...
            
            Ferocious animals are brought into the Colosseum in barred cages...
            
            In the busy arcade, barbers and blood-letters practice their craft alongside exotic alchemists, fire eaters and contortionists...
            
            Richer citizens arrive in sedan chairs and chariots, they feign indifference to the hooting mob...
            
            Mounted City Guard police units try to retain some order...
            
            Gamblers crowd betting booths and haggle mercilessly...
            
            Finally, we see Maximus and the other gladiators in a slave cart. Maximus watches everything as the slave cart disappears into the Colosseum...
            
            INT. COLOSSEUM - ROUTE TO HOLDING CELLS - DAY
            
            The interior of the Colosseum is a busy world unto itself.
            
            Maximus and the others are lead by Proximo's guards down a long ramp and past countless animal cages. Gamblers circulate everywhere and observe the warriors, angling for the best odds and the best matches.
            
            Maximus and the others are led even deeper into the bowels of the Colosseum to a new whole subterranean realm. Numerous cells line the walls. Racks and racks of weaponry and armor.
            
            And, most striking, everywhere around them is the heavy machinery of the spectacles above. Huge "elevator" platforms and ramps and pulleys and counterweights are manned by teams of sweating slaves.
            
            INT. COLOSSEUM - HOLDING CELLS - DAY
            
            Finally, Proximo's guards lead the gladiators to their holding cells. These cells are right at the edge of the arena. Barred windows offer a sand-level view of the action.
            
            Maximus immediately goes to a window and looks out.
            
            He cannot see much of the entire arena, but what he does see transfixes him.
            
            A band of Christians are huddled together. An eerie silence from the Colosseum but for the prayers of the Christians.
            
            Maximus watches them. One little girl peels past her mother's arm. She sees Maximus. She smiles.
            
            Suddenly a dozen ferocious lions race up a ramp by Maximus -- they roar into the arena --
            
            We do not see the carnage. We watch Maximus' face as we hear the sounds of the slaughter.
            
            And the sound of the roaring crowd.
            
            Maximus finally cannot watch. He drops his head.
            
            INT. COLOSSEUM - TRAINER'S LAIR - DAY
            
            Proximo is with a dozen other gladiator trainers and the Colosseum's orator and majordomo, CASSIUS. They are haggling in an secluded area not far from the arena itself. Huge chalkboards chart the day's matches and wagers and odds.
            
            Colosseum touts continually erase and mark new figures on the chalkboards to keep up with the swiftly changing bouts.
            
            The roar of the lions and the unnerving screams of the Christians can clearly be heard.
            
            
              CASSIUS
              ... and the Emperor will have no
              more animal battles today --
            
            
            Upset roars from some of the trainers.
            
            
              TRAINER #1
              You promised me a bear match,
              Cassius!
              
              TRAINER #2
              I have ten damned gorillas! You
              said gorillas yesterday!
              
              CASSIUS
              Talk to the man in the imperial box.
              Who has the next slot...?
              (he checks the boards)
              -- Lentulus, Gideon, Trebonius and
              Proximo --
              (to Proximo)
              -- Nice to have you back, you
              piratical bastard -- now listen, the
              Emperor wants the Carthage
              spectacle.
            
            
            The four trainers explode in a flurry of resistance --
            
            
              PROXIMO
              No -- have pity, Cassius -- !
              
              TRAINER #3
              My men are too good for -- !
              
              CASSIUS
              You give us the Carthage match or
              lose your spot on the rotation --
              but don't worry -- gold is flowing
              from the Emperor's fingers.
              
              TRAINER #3
              It'll cost you --
              
              PROXIMO
              I won't do it for less than 100,000
              sesterces -- !
              
              TRAINER #4
              120,000! All I have is my best
              Thracians!
              
              CASSIUS
              (to Proximo)
              And I want to see this famous
              Spaniard of yours -- his reputation
              soars from the provinces. The
              people are eager for him --
              
              PROXIMO
              I won't throw my Spaniard into a
              spectacle! Damn you and damn the
              rotation!
              
              CASSIUS
              You will and the price will be
              90,000 sesterces each --
              (to all)
              -- which you all know is exorbitant
              -- AND IF YOU EXTORTING BLOOD-WHORES
              TRY TO PAWN OFF LESSER FIGHTERS ON
              ME I WILL SEE YOU DEAD IN THE ARENA
              TOMORROW!
              
              TRAINER #4
              My Thracians are worth -- !
              
              CASSIUS
              Give me your best, brothers. They
              die before Caesar.
            
            
            He strides back to the arena. The touts instantly begin making new marks on the boards to represent the mysterious "Carthage Spectacle" as some of the trainers hurry out.
            
            Proximo walks with Trainer #4:
            
            
              PROXIMO
              I give you 30,000 my Spaniard will
              kill at least one of your Thracians.
              
              TRAINER #4
              30,000?! On a Spaniard?! That
              provincial sun has curdled your
              brain!
              
              PROXIMO
              Then make the wager, you smug
              bastard!
            
            
            They disappear down a dark corridor, negotiating all the while.
            
            INT. COLOSSEUM - HOLDING CELLS - DAY
            
            Maximus, Juba, Vibius and another of Proximo's gladiators are being armed. They all wear mask-like helmets.
            
            Proximo hurries to them.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              All right -- there are three other
              teams, four men each --
              (to Maximus)
              You know what a Thracian looks like?
              
              MAXIMUS
              Yes, but --
              
              PROXIMO
              Ignore the others -- go for the
              Thracians. The sun is to the east
              -- over the gate -- keep your back
              to the gate and you won't have the
              sun.
              
              MAXIMUS
              What -- ?
            
            
            Trumpets begin sounding from the arena.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              Hurry -- !
            
            
            The guards quickly bustle the four toward a gate leading to a dark tunnel to the arena.
            
            
              PROXIMO
              Die well and we'll sing songs about
              you for a generation.
            
            
            Short swords are shoved into their hands and the gate rises. They are pushed into the dark tunnel leading to the arena. The gate closes behind them.
            
            The four gladiators stand for a moment and then slowly walk down the tunnel to...
            
            
            
            
            
                  
            
                  
            
            
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