[Messala is mortally injured after being trampled in the chariot race]
Doctor:
We cannot wait, Tribune.
Messala:
[softly]
He will come.
[he convulses with pain; they hold him down]
Doctor:
We cannot wait any longer, Tribune!
Messala:
[shouts]
He will come! He will come. I have sent for him, and he will come!
Doctor:
If you wish us to keep you alive, we have to go to work *now*, Tribune. Do you understand?
Messala:
Cut the legs off me... Not yet. Not till I've seen him. I can't receive him with half a body!
[Drusus and the surgeon share a look; they begin binding Messala in preparation for amputation]
Messala:
[struggling]
NO!
[Judah appears in the doorway]
Messala:
I told you, Drusus; I told you! There he is.
[Judah approaches and stands over Messala]
Messala:
Triumph c... triumph complete, Judah. The race won, the enemy destroyed.
Judah Ben-Hur:
I see no enemy.
Messala:
What do you think you see? The smashed body of a wretched animal? There's enough of a man still left here for you to hate. Let me help you.
[he convulses with pain]
Messala:
You think they're dead, your mother and sister? Dead, and the race over? It isn't over, Judah. They're not dead.
Judah Ben-Hur:
[leaning closer]
Where are they?
[pause]
Judah Ben-Hur:
Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY?
Messala:
[with grim satisfaction]
Look... look for them... in the Valley... of the Lepers! If you can recognize them!
[Judah doubles over with grief]
Messala:
It goes on. It goes on, Judah. The race... the race... is not... over!
[he dies]
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