Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All you can do is outlive them.
The one not in chains.
Another trick for you!
And who cares what Mother wants?
Me.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
I said get out!
You keep my family and my house clean of this.
Full speed! Stick to it!
No. I'll never have your name.
Good girl. Good girl.
love is our true nature.
But we crushed the freedom of innocent civilizations
"Love your enemies." Well, that's very progressive.
Sir!
Accused of what?
Your whole life is ahead of you.
Hands on oars!
turn their anger on the rest of us?
The horses! Get the horses!
The rest of us get scraps.
Hang on!
There's none.
I was reminded of how I used to jest to Mother
I've taken the blame! I've taken the blame!
I gave my blessing knowing in my heart it was a mistake.
Messala.
No!
All I ask in return,
Good to see you, Simon. God bless you.
What happened to my mother and sister?
It's your son.
And for what?
And it's not appropriate.
Esther? Esther?
No, not yet.
No, I said I would speak to the people. And I have.
take their pride.
Judah's hurt! Someone help!
I know what it's like to want to take your feelings out on others.
- Thank you. - God bless you.
Judah! Judah! Judah!
Peter.
Wait to hear from me.
Oh, for God's sake, more normal.
Your mother cares.
Just survive.
- Can you spare something, please? - We can be more than grateful.
The "gate," Judah! The "gate"!
You go away!
Judah, I tried. I saved them. I saved them!
there is no law.
Sink them.
More than I can describe.
Oh, I'm sorry. I failed to mention that.
Don't! Please don't!
Well, for now.
You can't race him.
Rome doesn't keep prisoners, it executes them.
Look, tell Tirzah...
Get ready!
I'll kill him.
Now tell me something honestly. Look me in the eyes.
Two months ago,
No, Judah.
Let me show you something.
How pathetic it must be when your sole motivator is greed.
I swear, I'll kill him!
Lay back. Let the other drivers fight for position.
So, where do I have to go to make a bet?
Father,
In a few days, he wants to ride through Jerusalem
What is that?
He was branded a rebel.
And...
There's talk. A Roman attacked at the house of Hur.
Give them a show, the people will cheer you.
I see you.
- Search every room. - Mother!
You're on soft ground.
The riches we can make in Rome? Eh?
What's the value of a Jew to a Roman?
Dear Lord, please help us!
Your mother doesn't want us speaking.
She's asking for too much.
- On your feet. - Please show mercy!
Could you help me to my bedroom, please?
My mother was fertile, so they did other things to her.
Messala! Messala!
You never forget a man who's held a knife to your throat.
Catapults ready!
- Easy, girl. Shh. - How did you know?
You did that.
You condemned them to a life worse than death.