Brutus and the conspirators cluster around Caesar, stabbing him repeatedly with their knives until he lies dead on the ground. Camera pans up to show the large and expanding pool of blood around him. Closeup on Brutus as he turns away, a look of grim achievement on his face. Thereâ€™s a rustle behind him. Brutus slowly turns to look, and sees Caesar stumbling toward him, holding someoneâ€™s blood-soaked knife.
â€œET THIS, BRUTE!â€ snarls Caesar, and plunges the knife into Brutusâ€™s eye. Blood sprays out in slow motion. Caesar throws himself over a nearby parapet into a convenient chariot and gallops off, the surviving conspirators in hot pursuit.
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