Gladiator: extrait de dialogue (VO)

Gladiator:

scènes entre Maximus et Commodus:

première retrouvaille dans l'arène:

COMMODUS: Your fame is well deserved, Spaniard. I don't think there has been a gladiator to match you, as for this young man [Commodus holding Lucius in front him], he insists you are Hector reborn, or was it Hercules. Why doesn't the hero reveal himself and tell us all your real name. You do have a name...?

MAXIMUS: My name is gladiator.

[Maximus slowly turns around and begins to walk back to the other gladiators.]

COMMODUS: How dare you show your back to me, SLAVE. You will remove your helmet and tell me your name... [The Praetorian take a ready-stand, and the gladiators, without weapons, move forward ready to fight with Maximus. Maximus stops, takes a deep breath, removes his helmet, and turns to face Commodus.]
MAXIMUS: My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius. Commander of the armies of the North, general of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance in this life or the next.

avant l'ultime combat entre eux deux:

COMMODUS: Maximus. Maximus. Maximus. They call for you. The general who became a slave. The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor. A striking story. Now the people want to know how the story ends. Only a famous death will do. What could be more glorious than to challenge the emperor himself in the great arena.
MAXIMUS: You would fight me?
COMMODUS: Why not? Do you think I am afraid?
MAXIMUS: I think you have been afraid all your life.
COMMODUS: Unlike Maximus the invincible, who knows no fear?
MAXIMUS [ laughing]: I knew a man once who said, death smiles at us all. All that man can do is smile back.
COMMODUS: I wonder. Did your friend smile at his own death?
MAXIMUS: You must know. He was your father.
COMMODUS: You loved my father, I know. But so did I. That makes us brothers, doesn't it? Smile for me now brother. Commodus embraces Maximus and with one fierce thrust, stabs him with his knife, kissing him on the neck.

By Miss Naboo