(..) Where are they buried? I don't know. Someone must know. Messala. He's become the pride of Roman Judea. He's the commander of the garrison, races chariots in Caesar's name. You couldn't go near him. You won't go near him. (MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY) Get up. (..)

(..) You are an escaped prisoner. To do otherwise would put my camp in jeopardy. They'll kill me. I'm sure they will. We will discharge him outside the garrison before we leave for Jerusalem. Jerusalem. That's where I'm from. I have family there. Your private affairs (..)

(..) Another opportunity for one of the Shire-folk to prove their great worth. You must not fail me. It's been very quiet across the river. The Orcs are lying low. The garrison may have moved out. We've sent scouts to Cair Andros. If the Orcs attack from the north, we'll have some warning. Quiet. (..)