:09:01
- Now speak.
- Please, Marcellus. He wants to help you.
:09:08
l'm not your enemy, boy.
:09:10
l fought in lberia with your grandfather.
Your father was like a son to me.
:09:15
Now tell me. Everything.
:09:38
ls Tribune Gallio still there?
:09:40
He's been talking for two hours, my lady.
:09:43
- And?
- Hopeless, my lady. Completely hopeless.
:09:53
The Son of God?
:09:56
What god?
:09:59
l don't know, sire.
:10:01
l don't know.
:10:03
And you lost your wits
when he looked at you?
:10:05
No.
:10:06
lt was later, when l put on the robe.
:10:13
Miracles, disciples, slaves running away...
:10:18
Roman legionaries
fraternising with the natives...
:10:22
Well, none of this
concerns us for the moment.
:10:25
We must make you well.
What have you learned gentlemen to say?
:10:30
A difficult matter, sire. Under my care...
:10:32
- He'd never improve.
- Who gave you permission to speak?
:10:35
The clue to this man's sanity
is not in a vial of medicine.
:10:38
- Well, where then?
- ln the robe that bewitched him.
:10:45
- Go on.
- Plainly, there was a curse on the robe.
:10:48
His only chance is to find it and destroy it.
:10:52
An interesting notion.
:10:55
He's right, sire. He must be right.
The robe was bewitched.
:10:58
- Let me find it, sire, destroy it.
- lf you do, your mind will be restored.