Гладиатор: Мечта по имени Рим

You sent for me Caesar? Caesar?

ju sɛnt fər mi ˈsizər? ˈsizər?

Tell me again Maximus, why are we here?

tɛl mi əˈgɛn ˈmækˌsɪməs, waɪ ər wi hir?

For the glory of the empire, Sire.

fər ðə ˈglɔri əv ðə ˈɛmpaɪər, saɪər.

Ah yes. Ah yes, I remember. You see that map, Maximus? That is the world which I created. For 25 years, I have conquered, spilt blood, expanded the empire.

ɑ jɛs. ɑ jɛs, aɪ rɪˈmɛmbər. ju si ðət mæp, ˈmækˌsɪməs? ðət ɪz ðə wərld wɪʧ aɪ kriˈeɪtɪd. fər 25 jɪrz, aɪ hæv ˈkɑŋkərd, spɪlt bləd, ɪkˈspændɪd ðə ˈɛmpaɪər.

Since I became Caesar I have known four years without war. Four years of peace in twenty. And for what? I brought the sword, nothing more.

sɪns aɪ bɪˈkeɪm ˈsizər aɪ hæv noʊn fɔr jɪrz wɪˈθaʊt wɔr. fɔr jɪrz əv pis ɪn tˈwɛnti. ənd fər wət? aɪ brɔt ðə sɔrd, ˈnəθɪŋ mɔr.

Caesar, your life...

ˈsizər, jʊr laɪf...

Please. Please don't call me that. Come. Please. Come sit. Let us talk together now, very simply, as men. Well, Maximus, talk.

pliz. pliz doʊnt kɔl mi ðət. kəm. pliz. kəm sɪt. lɛt ˈjuˈɛs tɔk təˈgɛðər naʊ, ˈvɛri ˈsɪmpli, ɛz mɛn. wɛl, ˈmækˌsɪməs, tɔk.

5,000 of my men are out there in the freezing mud. 3,000 of them are bloodied and cleaved. 2,000 will never leave this place.

5,000 əv maɪ mɛn ər aʊt ðɛr ɪn ðə ˈfrizɪŋ məd. 3,000 əv ðɛm ər ˈblədid ənd cleaved. 2,000 wɪl ˈnɛvər liv ðɪs pleɪs.

I will not believe that they fought and died for nothing.

aɪ wɪl nɑt bɪˈliv ðət ðeɪ fɔt ənd daɪd fər ˈnəθɪŋ.

And what would you believe?

ənd wət wʊd ju bɪˈliv?

They fought for you and for Rome.

ðeɪ fɔt fər ju ənd fər roʊm.

And what is Rome, Maximus?

ənd wət ɪz roʊm, ˈmækˌsɪməs?

I have seen much of the rest of the world. It is brutal and cruel and dark. Rome is the light.

aɪ hæv sin məʧ əv ðə rɛst əv ðə wərld. ɪt ɪz ˈbrutəl ənd kruəl ənd dɑrk. roʊm ɪz ðə laɪt.

Yet you have never been there. You have not seen what it has become. I am dying, Maximus. When a man sees his end, he wants to know that there has been some purpose to his

jɛt ju hæv ˈnɛvər bɪn ðɛr. ju hæv nɑt sin wət ɪt həz bɪˈkəm. aɪ æm daɪɪŋ, ˈmækˌsɪməs. wɪn ə mæn siz hɪz ɛnd, hi wɔnts tɪ noʊ ðət ðɛr həz bɪn səm ˈpərpəs tɪ hɪz

life. How will the world speak my name in years to come? Will I be known as the philosopher, the warrior, the tyrant? Or will I be remembered as the Emperor who gave Rome

laɪf. haʊ wɪl ðə wərld spik maɪ neɪm ɪn jɪrz tɪ kəm? wɪl aɪ bi noʊn ɛz ðə fəˈlɑsəfər, ðə ˈwɔrjər, ðə ˈtaɪrənt? ər wɪl aɪ bi rɪˈmɛmbərd ɛz ðə ˈɛmpərər hu geɪv roʊm

back her true self? There was once a dream that was Rome, you could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper, and it would vanish. It was so fragile. And I fear that it

bæk hər tru sɛlf? ðɛr wɑz wəns ə drim ðət wɑz roʊm, ju kʊd ˈoʊnli ˈwɪspər ɪt. ˈɛniˌθɪŋ mɔr ðən ə ˈwɪspər, ənd ɪt wʊd ˈvænɪʃ. ɪt wɑz soʊ ˈfræʤəl. ənd aɪ fɪr ðət ɪt

will not survive the winter. Maximus, let us whisper now, together, you and I. Youu have a son? Tell me about your home.

wɪl nɑt sərˈvaɪv ðə ˈwɪntər. ˈmækˌsɪməs, lɛt ˈjuˈɛs ˈwɪspər naʊ, təˈgɛðər, ju ənd aɪ. youu hæv ə sən? tɛl mi əˈbaʊt jʊr hoʊm.

My house is in the hills above Trujillo. A very simple place. Pink stones that warm in the sun. A kitchen garden that smells of herbs in the day, jasmine in the evening. Through

maɪ haʊs ɪz ɪn ðə hɪlz əˈbəv truˈhioʊ. ə ˈvɛri ˈsɪmpəl pleɪs. pɪŋk stoʊnz ðət wɔrm ɪn ðə sən. ə ˈkɪʧən ˈgɑrdən ðət smɛlz əv ərbz ɪn ðə deɪ, ˈʤæzmɪn ɪn ðə ˈivnɪŋ. θru

the gate is a giant poplar. Figs, apples, pears. The soil, Marcus, black ... black like my wife's hair. Grapes on the south slopes, olives on the north. Wild ponies play near

ðə geɪt ɪz ə ʤaɪənt ˈpɑplər. fɪgz, ˈæpəlz, pɛrz. ðə sɔɪl, ˈmɑrkəs, blæk blæk laɪk maɪ waɪfs hɛr. greɪps ɔn ðə saʊθ sloʊps, ˈɑlɪvz ɔn ðə nɔrθ. waɪld ˈpoʊniz pleɪ nɪr

the house. They tease my son. He wants to be one of them.

ðə haʊs. ðeɪ tiz maɪ sən. hi wɔnts tɪ bi wən əv ðɛm.

When was the last time you were home?

wɪn wɑz ðə læst taɪm ju wər hoʊm?

2 years, 264 days and this morning.

2 jɪrz, 264 deɪz ənd ðɪs ˈmɔrnɪŋ.

I envy you, Maximus. It is a good home. Worth fighting for? There is one more duty that I ask of you before you go home.

aɪ ˈɛnvi ju, ˈmækˌsɪməs. ɪt ɪz ə gʊd hoʊm. wərθ ˈfaɪtɪŋ fər? ðɛr ɪz wən mɔr ˈduti ðət aɪ æsk əv ju ˌbiˈfɔr ju goʊ hoʊm.

What will you have me do, Caesar?

wət wɪl ju hæv mi du, ˈsizər?

I want you to become the protector of Rome after I die. I will empower you to one end alone: to give power back to the people of Rome and end the corruption that has crippled it.

aɪ wɔnt ju tɪ bɪˈkəm ðə prəˈtɛktər əv roʊm ˈæftər aɪ daɪ. aɪ wɪl ɪmˈpaʊər ju tɪ wən ɛnd əˈloʊn: tɪ gɪv paʊər bæk tɪ ðə ˈpipəl əv roʊm ənd ɛnd ðə kərˈəpʃən ðət həz ˈkrɪpəld ɪt.

Will you accept this great honour that I have offered you?

wɪl ju əkˈsɛpt ðɪs greɪt ˈɑnər ðət aɪ hæv ˈɔfərd ju?

With all my heart, no.

wɪθ ɔl maɪ hɑrt, noʊ.

Maximus, that is why it must be you.

ˈmækˌsɪməs, ðət ɪz waɪ ɪt məst bi ju.

But surely a prefect, a senator, somebody who knows the city, who understands her politics.

bət ˈʃʊrli ə ˈpriˌfɛkt, ə ˈsɛnətər, ˈsəmˌbɑdi hu noʊz ðə ˈsɪti, hu ˌəndərˈstændz hər ˈpɑləˌtɪks.

But you have not been corrupted by her politics.

bət ju hæv nɑt bɪn kərˈəptɪd baɪ hər ˈpɑləˌtɪks.

And Commodus?

ənd commodus?

Commodus is not a moral man. You have known that since you were young. Commodus cannot rule. He must not rule. You are the son that I should have had. Commodus will accept my

commodus ɪz nɑt ə ˈmɔrəl mæn. ju hæv noʊn ðət sɪns ju wər jəŋ. commodus ˈkænɑt rul. hi məst nɑt rul. ju ər ðə sən ðət aɪ ʃʊd hæv hæd. commodus wɪl əkˈsɛpt maɪ

decision. He knows that you command the loyalty of the army.

dɪˈsɪʒən. hi noʊz ðət ju kəˈmænd ðə ˈlɔɪəlti əv ðə ˈɑrmi.

I need some time, Sire.

aɪ nid səm taɪm, saɪər.

Yes. By sunset, I hope you will have agreed. Now embrace me as my son and bring an old man another blanket.

jɛs. baɪ ˈsənˌsɛt, aɪ hoʊp ju wɪl hæv əˈgrid. naʊ ɪmˈbreɪs mi ɛz maɪ sən ənd brɪŋ ən oʊld mæn əˈnəðər ˈblæŋkɪt.