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“Gladiator”  Episode 10/110


I:  “I don’t know.  Maybe I’m missing a step, or something.”

H:  “Come on.  The guy blind-sided you.”

I:  “No, I saw it coming.  I just couldn’t get out of the way
fast enough.”

H:  “Maybe you were preoccupied with that seven-foot tree?”

I:  “He looked more like eight foot.”

H:  “That’s what I’m saying.  There’s no shame in getting

I:  “Oh, a couple of years ago, it wouldn’t a’ happened.”

H:  “Would you forget about it?!  You’re driving yourself crazy!”

I:  “How could I?  I-- found a gray hair this morning.”

H:  [Chuckles]


Felicita [Fel]:  “Get away from me!  Get away from me!”

Thug:  “You’re awfully pretty!”

Fel:  “Get away from me!”

Thug 2:  “Whaddya  got for us?!”

Fel:  “This is mine!”

Thug’s Voice:  “This?”

Fel:  “Get away!”

Thug:  “I get her first!”

Fel:  “Get away from me!  Get away!  Get-- !”

H:  “What’s going on here?”

Thug:  “This isn’t your problem.”

H:  “Why don’t we let the lady decide that?”

Fel:  “I was on my way to Apropus when these men stopped me.”

H:  “Oh, well-- maybe they’re just lost and need directions.  You
see-- if she’s going way, I think-- you should go that way.”

Thug:  “Maybe you don’t count so well.  There’s six of us, and
there’s two of you.”

H:  “Good point.  Ah, Iolaus-- what do you think?  Six ta two.”

I:  “Well-- it’s not really fair.”

H:  “Yeah.”

I:  “Maybe-- we should let them go.”

Thugs’ Voices [In background]:  “Huh?  Let us go?”  “Is this a

H:  “All right.  Uh-- you can go.”


Thugs’ Voices:  “[A lot of incomprehensible things]  Kill him!”

H:  “Where’d she go?”

I:  “You’re welcome.”

H:  “I think you scared her.”


Gladius [Glad]:  “Thanks-- Leutis.”

Leutis [Leu]:  “You shouldn’t be fighting so soon after the

Glad:  “The bear was quicker than I thought.”

Leu:  “Your wounds need time to heal.”

Glad:  “I doubt-- the crowd wants to wait.”

Leu:  “The crowd?  Or your pride?  Here-- let me.”


Men’s Voices:  “Hail, Maxius!”  “Hail, Postera!”  “Greetings,

Maxius [Max]:  “To the goddess, Hera!”

Man:  “To Hera!”

Max:  “Our thanks be to Hera for our continued prosperity-- in
business and trade!”

Men’s Voices:  “Hear, hear!”

Man:  “To Hera!”

Woman:  “Hear, hear!”

A Man:  “And who are the opponents today, Maxius?”

Max:  “Brave Gladius will fight a lion!  A very hungry lion all
the way from Africa!  And I’m offering three-to-one-- on

Men’s Voices:  “I’ll go fifty dinars!”  “I’ll go a hundred!”

Woman’s Voice:  “Put mine on the lion!”

Man’s Voice:  “I’ll give you those odds.”

A Woman’s Voice:  “You’re crazy!  Gladius is _sure_ to win!”

Man:  “Three-to-one.”


Crowd’s Voices [Cheering throughout this and the next scene]:
“Gladius! [Etc.]”

Leu:  “Pride can kill, Gladius.”

Glad:  “I’ll be all right.”


Postera [Post]:  “At three-to-one, I’ll take a lion.”

Max:  “Over Gladius?  Our best?”

Post:  “I sense he’s getting tired.”

Max:  “Hmm.  Oh, do you, Postera?  I sense you’re getting tired
of him.”

Post:  “He was lucky he survived the bear last week.”

Max:  “Well-- whichever way it goes-- it should still be a good

Woman:  “Hi, Maxius.”



I:  “Ah, now what?  This woman attracts trouble like dogs draw
fleas.  Come on.”

H:  “Iolaus.”

I:  “Yeah, yeah.”

H:  “Hello, again.”

Fel:  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have run off without thanking

I:  “Well-- maybe that’s why your wheel fell off.”

H:  “Don’t-- pay any attention to him.  He’ll fix your wheel.”

Fel:  “Goodness [?], you don’t have to do that.”

I:  “No, no, no-- we insist.”

Fel:  “Thank you.”

I:  “Excuse me.”

Fel:  “Shh.”

H:  “This is hard country for a woman alone.  You should have an

Fel:  “My husband’s in prison.  He’s not a criminal.  He’s a

H:  “Wait.  Slaves are allowed in Apropus?”

Fel:  “Well, not officially-- but Menas Maxius is the richest man
in this area, and he does what he wants.  He promised to set my
husband free-- then didn’t.  Now, he’s banished me from the

I:  “Why do you wanna go back there?”

Fel:  “My husband has never seen his son.”

H:  “No one should be denied that.  We’ll go with you.”

I:  “Now, wait a minute.  Hercules, aren’t we headed-- ?”

Fel:  “_You’re_ Hercules?  Here you’ve helped me twice and I
didn’t even ask your name.”

H:  “There’s no need to apologize.  I mean, you’re worried about
your husband.”

Fel:  “You’re a lot like he is-- strong as an ox-- quick to
smile-- and handsome as a god.”

H:  “Thank you.  What?”


Leu:  “Does it hurt?”

Glad:  “Only when I breathe.”

Leu:  “Ah, you’re lucky.  Your wounds aren’t deep.”

Glad:  “You should see the lion.  It was a good kill-- quick--

Turkos [Turk]:  “If it was so quick-- why d’ya wear claw marks on
your shoulder?”

Glad:  “At least, I didn’t torture the beast-- or make it

Turk:  “You’re the only one who cares about quick, clean kills,
Gladius.  All the crowd wants is blood.”

Glad:  “Well, they got it-- mine!”

Leu:  “You shouldn’t have been out there.  It’s one thing to fool
the crowd, but you shouldn’t fool yourself.”

Glad:  “What are you saying?  That I’m not good enough?”

Leu:  “I’m saying that-- you should just slow down.”

Glad:  “If you’re saying that I’m not good enough-- we can go
right now!  One-on-one!”

Leu:  “Gladius, I don’t wanna fight you!  I’m your friend; I’m
worried about you.”

Glad:  “I’m fine!  You worry about yourself!  Or young-- Turkos
there, with-- more brawn than brains!”

Turk:  “You watch your tongue, old man.”

Glad:  “You watch yours!”


I:  “I don’t know what we’re doin’ this for.  How do you know
you’re gonna get in to see him?”

H:  “I’m working on it.”

I:  “Well, even if you _do_ get in, what are you gonna do?
Hercules, we can’t go around-- busting people out of prison.”

H:  “I’m working on it.”

Fel:  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!”

H:  “What is it, Felicita?”

Fel:  “Those are Maxius’ toll collectors.  They might recognize

H:  “All right.  You know that inn we passed a little way’s back?
You stay there until we send for you.”

Fel:  “B-but I-- ”

H:  “No, no, it’s-- it’ll be all right.  We’ll find your husband.
Come on, Iolaus.  We have some work to do.”

Guard:  “For the glory of Hera-- and the coffers of Menas
Maxius-- twenty dinars is the toll.”

I:  “Twenty dinars!”

H:  “And, if we refuse?”

Guard:  “First, we’ll have the pleasure of-- cracking your
skulls.  Then you’ll get to see the inside of Menas Maxius’

H:  [Mumbles]

I [Whispers]:  “No.”

H:  “That’s what I thought.”

I:  “Oh, no.  Great.  Here we go again.”


I:  “I can’t believe you-- you’re gonna get us into prison.”

H:  “Uh-huh.”

Guards:  “Hold it right there!  Don’t move!”

H:  “Ah, take it easy.  We’ll-- go quietly.”

Guard:  “Let’s go.”


Spagos:  “You got your choice:  venison soup or boar stew.”

Leu:  “Well, how ‘bout both?”

Spagos:  “You got wax in your ears?  I said ya got a choice.”

Leu:  “OK, look, I’ll take the stew.  Uh, how ‘bout a double

Spagos:  “How ‘bout a ladle upside the head?!  I got twenty more
mouths to feed-- and a bunch a’ new recruits comin’ in.”

Leu:  “Ah, come on, Spagos.  I’m fighting a bear later this
week-- just a little extra.”

Spagos:  “You’re fighting a boar-- and you know the rules.  The
better the fighter, the better the food.  Ha- you got a problem
with that?  We can take it up with Bellicus.”

Leu:  “Oh, let’s not.  I don’t think our jailer’s capable of
friendly debate.”

Spagos:  “Yeah, well, why don’t ya tell him that?  Here he comes
with the new meat.”  [Laughs]

Slaves’ Voices:  “Hey, watch your elbow.”  “Leave that be.”

I:  “You’re sure this is the way to find this guy.”

H:  “Did you have a better idea?”

Bellicus [Bell]:  “Keep moving!”

I:  “You shove that thing in my back once more, and you’re gonna
end up wearing it.”

Bell:  “Did you say something?!”

I:  “Yeah!  I-- ahh!  Ow!”

Bell:  “If you’re thinking of helping, go on.  Give Rankus an

H:  “We’ll have to discuss this later.”

Bell:  “Oh, we will.  You’ll be with us a while.”


I [Sighs]:  “Are you sure there isn’t an easier way to find this

H:  “I’m sorry, Iolaus.  I promise you we won’t stay any longer
than we have to.  I’m trying to find a man named Gladius.”

Leu:  “Maybe he doesn’t wanna be found.”

Glad:  “Why are you-- looking for him?”

H:  “That’s my business.”

Leu:  “Just what is it you two did that you ended up in here?”

H:  “We refused to pay a toll.”

Leu:  “That’s all?”

I:  “We refused with extreme prejudice.”  [Sniffs]

Leu:  “And for that grave transgression, let me guess-- two years
hard labor.”

H:  “Thirty days.”

[Prisoners laugh]

Leu:  “You hear that, Turkos?  Only thirty days.  Maxius is
getting more lenient with his sentencing.”

Turk:  “It’s just a number to him.  Thirty days, thirty years--
what’s the difference?”

I:  “What do you mean, ‘What’s the difference?’  Ow.”

Turk:  “I was senctenced to two years; I’ve been here three.”

Leu:  “Same here.  Sentenced to two-- so far, I’ve done five.
They told him three; he’s  been here fifteen.”

I:  “Fifteen?”

Turk:  “If I were you guys, I wouldn’t make any long-range plans.
The only way anyone gets out of here is in a box.”

H [Sighs]:  “Great.”



Man’s Voice:  “Easy.”

Guards’ Voices:  “Work faster!”  “Move!”  “Quickly!  Quickly!”
“Get to work over there!”  “Put your backs into it!”  “Keep
movin’, slave!”

I:  “Could you-- make ‘em a little smaller?”

Turk:  [Laughs]

Leu:  “Don’t mind Turkos.  He takes delight in the misery of

Guard’s Voice [In Background]:  “No talking over there!”

I:  “Yeah?  The guy has got a sick sense of humor.  All that
stuff about us being here forever.”

Leu:  “Turkos doesn’t _have_ a sense of humor.”

I:  “Yeah?  Well, all we got was thirty days.”

Leu:  “That’s a subject to debate.  It might make more sense if
you thought of yourselves as slaves-- not prisoners.”

H:  “I fought to wipe out slavery in this province, many years

Leu:  “Then think of yourselves as prisoners.  To Menas Maxius,
it’s all the same.”

I:  “It seems like not all slaves are created equal.  What do you
do to get _that_ job?”

Leu:  “You earn it.  If you don’t wanna work the quarry, you
fight animals.  The better you fight-- the more you eat.  And if
you’re really good, like Gladius over there-- well, they might
even send a girl or two your way.”

H:  “That’s Gladius?”

Leu:  “Yeah, he’s the best.  And he’s earned every scar on his

I:  “What makes him so good?  Ow!”

Bellus:  “Work!  Don’t talk.”

H:  “That’s two.”


Post:  “I’m getting bored with the games.”

Max:  “Oh, yeah?  Which games are those, my love?”

Post:  “All the games.”

Max:  “Well, we’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”

Post:  “Do-- something different.  Something-- exciting.  Hmm.

Max:  “Hey-- I just thought of something you are gonna love.”

Post:  “Hmm.”

Max:  “I promise you.”


H:  “I have news from your wife.  Didn’t you hear me?  I have
news from Felicita.”

Guard:  “Easy!”

Glad:  “I have no wife.  And if you ever mention her name again,
I’ll-- I’ll kill you!”

Bell:  “I can see you’re gonna be a troublemaker.  Gladius, keep

Guard:  “Go on!”

Bell:  “You, too.”

I:  “What was that all about?”

H:  “I wish I knew.”


Leu:  “Planning an escape?”

H:  “Just stretching my muscles.”

Leu:  “Save your strength.  More than a few have tried.  Usually,
they end up lashed or dead for their efforts.”

H:  “It still seems better than sitting here and growing old.”

Leu:  “Look-- no one should have to live like this.  But you pick
your fights, and their time and place.”

H:  “Hmm.  Like your friend, Gladius.”

Leu:  “Gladius is a brave man.”

H:  “He’s been here fifteen years.”

Leu:  “And he’s had his spirit broken and mended more times than
the bones in your body.  But I’ve never met anyone more--
honorable or courageous.”

H:  “Then why does he deny the existence of his wife?”

Leu:  “Because he has no wife.  She died in childbirth.”

H:  “Not if her name is Felicita.”

Leu:  “How did you know that?”

H:  “Because I met her?  She’s no more a ghost than you or I.”

Leu:  “She’s alive?”

H:  “She’s alive.”

Leu:  “Gods above.”

H:  “They lied.  The question is-- ‘Why?’”

Leu:  “For the amusement of the landowners.  Gladius is the best
fighter in the camp.  Maxius makes money off him.”

H:  “Wagering.”

Leu:  “He once fought an African water buffalo with a shortsword.
That’s how he met Felicita.  She was slave to Maxius’ wife-- and
was offered to Gladius.  No one guessed they would fall in love.”

H:  “Felicita said he was offered his freedom.”

Leu:  “He was.  Gladius offered to fight anything if-- Maxius
would let him marry the girl and set them free.”

H:  “So, what happened?”

Leu:  “He fought two mountain lions at one time-- killed them
both.  Then Maxius went back on his promise-- told him the girl

H:  “She’s alive.  She waits outside the city with Gladius’ son.”


Fel:  “Shhhh.”

Guard:  “Oh, well!  If it isn’t the banished wife of Gladius?!  I
guess you prefer death to exile!”


I:  “What’s he doing?”

Turk:  “Skoros is fighting in the pit, today.  He thinks if he
throws enough salt and pepper over his shoulder, he’ll have good

H:  “Maybe the cook should try that.”

Bell:  “You-- out.  Listen up!  A new order starts today!  From
now on, there’ll be two men fighting in the pit-- beginning with
Skoros-- and you.”

H:  “I won’t fight.”

Bell:  “That’s not your decision to make.”

H:  “I just made it.  Men fighting animals for the amusement of
others?  I don’t believe in it, and I won’t be-- a willing

Bell:  “Have it your way.  Be an _unwilling_ participant.
[Laughs]  Drag him out!”


Max:  “To great Hera!  [Cheer]  Today, to honor our great
goddess, I’ve come up with a new contest!  Something even more
exciting-- than the ones we’ve held in the past!”

Spagos [From jail]:  “The crowd is sitting down.  Skoros is
already out there.  He’s armed with a sword.  They’ve carried the
new man out.  He’s still unconscious.  Now, he’s moving!”

Max:  “Today, we have _two_ men in the pit!  But they won’t be
fighting animals.  They’ll be fighting each other-- to the

Woman:  “Yes!  Yes!  To the death!”

Man’s Voice:  “We want blood!”

Bell:  “Begin.”

H:  “We don’t have to do this.”

Bell:  “Kill him-- or be killed.”


H:  “I won’t kill you.  We can throw down our weapons; we can
make a stand together.  Give it up!  I don’t wanna hurt you!”

Spagos [From jail]:  “Skoros slashes at him!  A backhand slice!
The new man blocks him!  Now a spin!”  [Screams]

Post:  “Kill him!

Max:  “Kill him!  Kill him!”

H:  “I don’t kill for pleasure!  I don’t kill for sport!  And
I’ll burn in Hades before I kill for your amusement!”

Man’s Voice:  “You’ll both burn in Hades!”

Max:  “You’ve broken the rules, slave.”

Man’s Voice:  “That’s right!”

Max:  “That fight was to be to the death!”

H:  “And who are you to order such a thing?!”

Max:  “I’m a generous man-- I’ll give you one more chance!  Kill
him, or be killed yourself!”

A Man’s Voice:  “Yeah!”

H:  “I’m not gonna kill an innocent man-- not for your
entertainment or anyone else’s.”

Man’s Voice [Background]:  “We want some [?]!”

Max:  “Very well, then.  Guards-- kill him.”

Bell [?]:  “You two-- get rid of him.”



Man [Rob Tapert?]:  “Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!”

Crowd:  “Kill him!  [Etc.]

Bell’s Voice:  “Advance!  What’re ya waiting for?!”

Post:  “Stop!”

Man’s Voice:  “What?!”

Post:  “Bring the slave to my chambers.”

Guards’ Voices:  “Come on, slave!”  “Move it!”


Post:  “You’ve made quite an impression in a short time.  Take
his clothers off.  You’re a big man.  Nice muscle tone.  I have a
proposition to make.”

H:  “Let me guess.  You’d like a-- personal slave.”

Post:  “Ooh, don’t make it sound so negative.  You’d have a
_much_ easier life than you have now.”

H:  “Still not much of a life.”

Post:  “You sound like Gladius.”

H:  “Oh, did he turn you down as well?”

Post:  “He paid for his disrespect.  His wife did, too.”

H:  “You must be very proud.”

Post:  “You’re starting to wear out your welcome.  What’s your

H:  “I’d rather sleep in a dungeon with rats-- than share satin
pillows with a viper.”

Post [Laughs]:  “You have a strange sense of humor.”

H:  “Am I laughing?”

Post:  “You insolent pig!  You’ll get your wish.  You’ll sleep in
a dungeon.  But before you get there, perhaps forty lashes’ll
bleed the insolence out of you.  Take him to Bellicus!”


I:  “What happened?”

H:  “I’m all right, Iolaus.”

I:  “You know, you could just break outta here.”

Bell:  [Grunts]

H:  “It’s not time yet.”

Guard:  “Get moving!”

I:  “Hey!  Where’re ya taking him?”

Bell:  “To the tombs.  Postera thinks he should experience
sleeping with real vipers.  [Chuckles]  Oh, and she’s also chosen
the next opponents-- Turkos and Gladius.  And if ya don’t put on
a better show than the last two-- ya _both_ die!”

Man’s Voice:  “You heard him!”


Leu:  “The new slave’s right-- this is wrong.”

Glad:  “I’m-- getting too old to fight.”

Leu:  “Can ya kill Turkos?”

Glad:  “I’ll do what needs be done.”

I:  “Are you outta your mind?”

Leu:  “This doesn’t concern you.”

Bell:  “What is this?!”
Leu:  “Gladius is sick-- probably from Spagos’ stew.  Tell Maxius
and Postera that I’ll be fighting in his place.”

I:  “Crazy.”

Bell:  “We don’t have much choice.  Come on.”

I:  “Leutis-- come back in one piece.”


Bell:  “Gladius cannot fight.  Leutis will fight in his place.”

Max:  “You remember-- only one of you will walk outta here

Men’s Voices:  “Yeah!”  “Yeah-- a fight to the death!”  “To the

Max:  “To honor and glory of Hera.”

Man [Rob Tapert?]:  “To Hera!”

Crowd:  “To Hera!”

Max:  “And for your pleasure.”

Post:  “Don’t forget _my_-- pleasure, Maxius.”

Bell:  “Begin!”


Turk:  “You’re gonna wish you let your friend, Gladius, fight.”

Leu:  “We’ll see.  Maybe _you’ll_ wish he was fighting.”


Glad:  “What’s-- what’s going on?”

I:  “Leutis is fighting in your place.”

Glad:  “Spagos!  What’s going off?!”

Spagos:  “Turkos thrusts!  Leutis parries!  A shield blow!
Leutis is staggering!  Now a counter-offensive!  He’s got Turkos
on his heels!”


Crowd:  “Kill him!  [Etc.]”

Woman’s Voice:  “Come on!  Get on with it!”

Leu:  “I refuse.  The new slave is right.  We’re not animals to
be used for sport.  We’re human beings.”

Max:  “You’re taxing my patience, slave!  One last time.”

Post:  “No!  No more choices!  Kill them both!”


Slaves’ Voices:  “Ahhhhhh!”

Glad:  “Spagos?!  What is it?!”

Spagos:  “They’ve killed them both.”

Glad:  “No!  Noooo!  Nooo!”


Glad:  “Swine!”

Bell:  “When Maxius says, ‘Fight to the death,’ he means it.  And
this’ll help remind you!  String ‘em up!”

Glad:  “You’ll pay for this, Bellicus.  I swear by the gods!”

Bell:  “This is what refusing to fight gets you.”

H:  “You bury them properly-- or I swear-- I’ll bury you.”

I:  “We don’t have to take this.  Why don’t we just break out of

H:  “We haven’t accomplished anything.  Gladius-- these men-- ”

I:  “These men-- they don’t _care_ anymore.  They’ve given up
even thinking about freedom-- or what it’s like on the outside.”

H:  “Then we have to remind them.”

Bell:  “You-- you’re coming with us.”

I:  “What for?”

Bell:  “You’ll find out soon enough.”



Glad:  “They carried Leutis through-- paraded him past us like
the animals I used to slaughter.”

H:  “I’m sorry.”

Glad:  “He fought in my place-- the last living person I ever

H:  “He was a brave man.”

Glad:  “For twelve years I was like these bars-- strong-- hard--
nothing could pierce me.  Then Leutis came.  He was like the
brother I never had.  He gave me enough hope to reach out to
Felicita.  Her coming was like the night suddenly pierced by the

H:  “She lives, Gladius.  She waits for you with your son.”

Glad:  “No.  I warned you.  Don’t-- ”

H:  “I’ve seen her.”

Glad:  “Don’t lie to me.”

H:  “I swear.  She’s safe, outside the city.”

Glad:  “I want to see her.”

H:  “You will.  But first, we have to find a way out of here.”


Guard:  “Looks like you’ll be needing your armour, Gladius.”

Bell:  “Your weapons’ll be handed to you in the arena.  That’s
right-- you two fight next.”

H:  “We can put an end to this, Gladius.  If we fight, it’ll just
keep going on.”

Glad:  “If we refuse, we die like Leutis and Turkos.”

H:  “Then we fight Maxius-- his guards, the people who watch
these spectacles.  They’re the enemy.  Don’t you see why they’ve
pitted us against each other?  It’s because they fear us.
Together, we can make a difference.”


Women’s Voices:  “I’m anxious to see it!”  “I’m anxious-- !” 

Men’s Voices:  “Here they come!  “Maxius!”  “There he is!”

Max:  “I hope we have a good show, today.  Our guests haven’t
been pleased of late.  And it’s affected their wagering.”

Post:  “They’ll like this fine.  Wait till our warriors see my
little surprise.”

Fel:  “Get your hands off me!”

Glad:  “Felicita!  You told me she’d be safe!”

H:  “She was supposed to wait for us.”

I:  “They’ll find a way out of this-- I think.”

Max:  “Silence!  The rules remain the same.  You will battle to
the death.  Today, however, a slight modification-- which my wife
will explain.”

Post:  “For our newest slave, it’s simple-- you refuse to fight,
and your friend dies.  But for you-- Gladius-- it becomes more
interesting.  If you balk, your _wife_-- returns to her former
life-- servicing all the prisoners, _and_ guards, _and_-- anyone
else I choose.  Oh, and-- ”

Woman’s Voice [In background]:  “I like it!”

Post:  “-- your son will be my personal slave.”

Fel [Crying]:  “No!”

H:  “Gladius-- Gladius!  Remember what we talked about.”


H:  “Listen to me.  We pretend to fight until they let their
guard down.”

Glad:  “I can’t take that chance.”

H:  “You have to!  You can’t let Leutis’ death be in vain!”

Spagos [From jail]:  “Give it to him, Gladius!  Watch his feet!
His feet!  Nice footwork!”

H:  “If you _kill_ me-- do you _really_ think they’ll set you
free-- or your son?!”

Glad:  “Shut up.”

H:  “They lied, before.  What’s _different_ now?!”

Glad:  “Shut up!”

H:  “Join me, Gladius.  Help me _fight_ them-- for Leutis-- for
Felicita-- for your _boy_.  I’m done-- fighting and talking.  You
have to decide who will control your life-- you-- or Maxius and

Crowd:  “Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!
Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!
Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!
Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!  Kill him!”

Spagos [From jail]:  “The keys!  The keys  The keys!  The keys!

Woman:  “Oh!”

Post:  “Bleaah!”

I:  “Cha!”

Prisoners [From jail]:  “Let us out, Spagos!”  “Let us out!”
“We’re free!  No more chains!”

I:  “Ow!  Herc!  Hercules!”

Bell:  “I’ve been waiting for this, slave.”

H:  “Me, too.”

I:  “Whoo!”

H:  “Surrender.”

Post:  “Maxius, let’s get out of here!”

Max:  “Come back here!”

H:  “Call off your men.  Call off your men!”

Glad:  “Or you can _both_ die!”

Max:  “Stop!  Stop!  Put your weapons down!”

Prisoners:  “Now, it’s our turn!”  “We’ll see who dies, now!”
H:  “No!  We’ll spill no more blood!  Freedom-- is more precious
than revenge.  And you _will_-- set them free, won’t you?”

Max [Clears throat]:  “Sure [Clears throat]-- um-- but, how would
I do it?  I mean, I mean-- there’ll-there’ll have to be some sort
of decree.  How would I _word_ it?  It’s-- ”

H:  “Oh, I’m sure Gladius will help you think of something.”


I [Clears throat, then reads]:  “‘I, Menas Maxius, decree that
from this time forth, no man shall own another in Apropus or the
surrounding provinces!’”  [Cheer]  “‘Furthermore-- no one shall
be imprisoned without just cause.’”  [Cheer]  “‘Henceforth-- my
wife-- and I-- shall enter into voluntary exile.’”  [Cheer]

Glad:  “Ahh-- to my son-- and a life of freedom!”

Fel:  “And to Hercules-- champion of free men!”  [Cheer]

Glad:  “He-- he’s Hercules.”

H:  “I, yeah-- I-- would have told you myself, but-- ”

I:  “He’s-- modest.”

Glad:  “Hercules, you-- you could have killed me.”

H:  “And what would that prove?  I came here to help.”


H:  “You know, Iolaus?  I didn’t see any signs of you slowing
down back there.”

I:  “Yeah, well-- I was inspired-- Gladius-- all those slaves.”

H:  “Yeah, you fought well.”

I:  “Thanks, Hercules.”

H:  “Huh?  What is this?”

I:  “What, am I still bleeding, or-- ?”

H:  “Oh, no, it’s nothing.  Just a-- few more gray hairs.”

I:  “Hey-- come on, Hercules.  That’s not very funny, you know?!
I’m sensitive about that kind of thing.  Maybe I could find
something to color it with.  What do you think?”


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