[Marcus Aurelius gets down on his knees]Commodus. Your faults as a son is my failure as a father. Come
[Gives Commodus a hug]
[Commodus hugs Marcus and cries]Father. I would have butcher the whole world... if you would only love me!
[Commodus begins to asphyxiate Marcus while they hug, Marcus grunts]
[Maximus stands up, clenching an arrow head in his right hand]Your fame is well deserved, Spaniard. I don't think there's ever been a gladiator to match you. As for this young man, 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.
[turns away from Commodus]
[removes helmet and turns around to face Commodus]My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions and 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.
[Commodus trembles in disbelief]
[Praetorians point their spears at the gladiators while the Colosseum crowd chants for them to live. Commodus shakes his head and motions the crowd for silence. He then raises his fist and reluctantly gives the thumbs-up signal]
[Commodus walks around]
[to Falco]Lucius will stay with me now. And if his mother so much as looks at me in a manner that displeases me, he will die. If she decides to be noble and takes her own life, he will die.
[to Lucilla]And as for you, you will love me as I loved you. You will provide me with an heir of pure blood, so that Commodus and his progeny will rule for a thousand years. Am I not merciful?
[Lucilla turns her head]AM I NOT MERCIFUL?
[Maximus pauses, then turns around and walks away]They tell me your son...
[Maximus stops]...squealed like a girl when they nailed him to the cross. And your wife... moaned like a whore when they ravaged her again and again... and again.
[Quintus does nothing]Give me your sword!
[Quintus does nothing][to his guards] Sword, give me a sword!
[the guards unsheathe their swords]
[the guards sheathe their swords]