Гладиатор: Величайший полководец Рима

You have proved your valour yet again, Maximus. Let us hope, for the last time.

ju hæv pruvd jʊr valour jɛt əˈgɛn, ˈmækˌsɪməs. lɛt ˈjuˈɛs hoʊp, fər ðə læst taɪm.

There is no one left to fight, Sire.

ðɛr ɪz noʊ wən lɛft tɪ faɪt, saɪər.

There is always someone left to fight, Maximus. Tell me, how can I reward Rome's greatest general?

ðɛr ɪz ˈɔlˌweɪz ˈsəmˌwən lɛft tɪ faɪt, ˈmækˌsɪməs. tɛl mi, haʊ kən aɪ rɪˈwɔrd roʊmz ˈgreɪtəst ˈʤɛnərəl?

Let me go home?

lɛt mi goʊ hoʊm?

Ahh. Home.

ɑ. hoʊm.

General!

ˈʤɛnərəl!

Still alive?

stɪl əˈlaɪv?

Still alive.

stɪl əˈlaɪv.

The gods must have a sense of humour.

ðə gɑdz məst hæv ə sɛns əv ˈhjumər.

The gods must love you.

ðə gɑdz məst ləv ju.

Back to your barracks, General, or to Rome?

bæk tɪ jʊr ˈbɛrəks, ˈʤɛnərəl, ər tɪ roʊm?

Home. The wife, the son, the harvest.

hoʊm. ðə waɪf, ðə sən, ðə ˈhɑrvəst.

Maximus the farmer. I still have difficulty imagining that.

ˈmækˌsɪməs ðə ˈfɑrmər. aɪ stɪl hæv ˈdɪfɪˌkəlti ˌɪˈmæʤənɪŋ ðət.

You know, dirt cleans off a lot easier than blood, Quintus.

ju noʊ, dərt klinz ɔf ə lɔt ˈiziər ðən bləd, quintus.

There he is.

ðɛr hi ɪz.

Highness.

ˈhaɪnəs.

Senator Gaius, Senator Falco.

ˈsɛnətər gaius, ˈsɛnətər ˈfælkoʊ.

Beware of Gaius. He will pour honeyed potion in your ear, and you will wake up one day, and all you'll say is: Republic! Republic! Republic!

bɪˈwɛr əv gaius. hi wɪl pɔr honeyed ˈpoʊʃən ɪn jʊr ɪr, ənd ju wɪl weɪk əp wən deɪ, ənd ɔl jul seɪ ɪz: riˈpəblɪk! riˈpəblɪk! riˈpəblɪk!

Well, why not? Rome WAS founded as a Republic.

wɛl, waɪ nɑt? roʊm wɑz ˈfaʊndɪd ɛz ə riˈpəblɪk.

Yes, and in a republic, the senate has the power. But Senator Gaius is not influenced by that, of course.

jɛs, ənd ɪn ə riˈpəblɪk, ðə ˈsɛnɪt həz ðə paʊər. bət ˈsɛnətər gaius ɪz nɑt ˈɪnfluənst baɪ ðət, əv kɔrs.

Where do you stand General, Emperor or Senate?

wɛr du ju stænd ˈʤɛnərəl, ˈɛmpərər ər ˈsɛnɪt?

A soldier has the advantage of being able to look his enemy in the eye, Senator.

ə ˈsoʊlʤər həz ðə ædˈvæntɪʤ əv biɪŋ ˈeɪbəl tɪ lʊk hɪz ˈɛnəmi ɪn ðə aɪ, ˈsɛnətər.

Well, with an army behind you, you could become extremely political.

wɛl, wɪθ ən ˈɑrmi bɪˈhaɪnd ju, ju kʊd bɪˈkəm ɪkˈstrimli pəˈlɪtɪkəl.

I warned you. I shall save you. Senators. I'm going to need good men like you.

aɪ wɔrnd ju. aɪ ʃæl seɪv ju. ˈsɛnətərz. əm goʊɪŋ tɪ nid gʊd mɛn laɪk ju.

How may I be of service, Highness?

haʊ meɪ aɪ bi əv ˈsərvɪs, ˈhaɪnəs?

You are a man who knows what it is to command. You give your orders, the orders are obeyed, and the battle is won.

ju ər ə mæn hu noʊz wət ɪt ɪz tɪ kəˈmænd. ju gɪv jʊr ˈɔrdərz, ðə ˈɔrdərz ər oʊˈbeɪd, ənd ðə ˈbætəl ɪz wən.

But these senators. They scheme and squabble and flatter and deceive. Maximus, we must save Rome from the politicians.

bət ðiz ˈsɛnətərz. ðeɪ skim ənd skˈwɑbəl ənd ˈflætər ənd dɪˈsiv. ˈmækˌsɪməs, wi məst seɪv roʊm frəm ðə ˌpɑləˈtɪʃənz.

Can I count on you when the time comes?

kən aɪ kaʊnt ɔn ju wɪn ðə taɪm kəmz?

Highness, when your father releases me, I intend to return home.

ˈhaɪnəs, wɪn jʊr ˈfɑðər rɪˈlisɪz mi, aɪ ˌɪnˈtɛnd tɪ rɪˈtərn hoʊm.

Home? Well, no one has earned it more. Don't get too comfortable. I may call on you before long.

hoʊm? wɛl, noʊ wən həz ərnd ɪt mɔr. doʊnt gɪt tu ˈkəmfərtəbəl. aɪ meɪ kɔl ɔn ju ˌbiˈfɔr lɔŋ.

Lucilla is here. Did you know? She has not forgotten you. And now you are the great man.

lucilla ɪz hir. dɪd ju noʊ? ʃi həz nɑt fərˈgɑtən ju. ənd naʊ ju ər ðə greɪt mæn.

If only you had been born a man. What a Caesar you would have made.

ɪf ˈoʊnli ju hæd bɪn bɔrn ə mæn. wət ə ˈsizər ju wʊd hæv meɪd.

Father.

ˈfɑðər.

You would have been strong. I wonder, would you have been just?

ju wʊd hæv bɪn strɔŋ. aɪ ˈwəndər, wʊd ju hæv bɪn ʤɪst?

I would have been what you taught me to be.

aɪ wʊd hæv bɪn wət ju tɔt mi tɪ bi.

Oh. How was your journey?

oʊ. haʊ wɑz jʊr ˈʤərni?

Long, uncomfortable. Why have I come?

lɔŋ, ənˈkəmfərtəbəl. waɪ hæv aɪ kəm?

I need your help...with your brother.

aɪ nid jʊr help...with jʊr ˈbrəðər.

Of course.

əv kɔrs.

He loves you. He always has, and he will need you now, more than ever.

hi ləvz ju. hi ˈɔlˌweɪz həz, ənd hi wɪl nid ju naʊ, mɔr ðən ˈɛvər.

Enough of politics. Let us pretend that you are a loving daughter and I a good father.

ɪˈnəf əv ˈpɑləˌtɪks. lɛt ˈjuˈɛs priˈtɛnd ðət ju ər ə ˈləvɪŋ ˈdɔtər ənd aɪ ə gʊd ˈfɑðər.

This is a pleasant fiction, isn't it?

ðɪs ɪz ə ˈplɛzənt ˈfɪkʃən, ˈɪzənt ɪt?