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(theme music playing)

(Sura moaning)

That was...

vigorous.

(both laugh)

You looked like the sort
of man who could handle it.

I am rather rugged.

I must go.

Father will be worried.

As well he should be.

(laughs)

I have to go.

If you do, my heart will break.

Ask me to stay.

Stay.

Ask me

by my name.

You don't even know it, do you?

Sura.

My name is Sura.

Sura...

As beautiful as
the woman herself.

My name...

Every woman knows who you are,

and to avoid you.

That bad am I?

The worst.

Then why lay with a
man of such ill reputation?

The gods led me to your bed.

(laughs)

The gods?

They come to me

in my dreams.

They showed me the
man you could become.

Could?

If set upon the right path.

What else did the gods
tell you about my future?

That you will never
love another woman.

The heart weighs heavy...

So much hope in reunion

to come to such bitter end.

How is it so?

The fault is mine.

The road from Neapolis
is known to be treacherous.

I should have doubled
the guard, tripled it.

I should have delayed
giving Barca his freedom

and sent him along as well.

(sighs)

Pray the gods forgive my error.

No.

You kept your word.

The fault lies with the
men who took her life

and with Claudius Glaber

who condemned her to slavery.

There is nothing to be done
to change what has passed.

We must look to the future.

You are the bringer of rain,

the slayer of death.

Together we will etch
the name Spartacus

into the pillars of history.

(quietly) Spartacus.

That is not what she called me.

That is not my name.

It is now.

Nearly a year you
had me searching

for that Thracian woman.

Why have me take her
life short of the mark?

An unfortunate necessity.

I trust the sum sufficient?

If other necessities arise,

consider me your man.

So great an expense, to
have her delivered all but dead.

You could just as easily
have told Spartacus

that she perished abroad.

She was his life,

the heart beating
beneath his chest.

No, such a man would
not believe she was gone

unless his own eyes
told him it was so.

It was the only course.

And one which you
could have told me

you were undertaking.

I would keep such
blood from these hands,

as I have said.

They hold yours.

Are they not
stained by the touch?

There has been too
much death of late.

I would turn towards
more respectable ventures.

With his wife
removed from thoughts,

I will mold Spartacus
into a gladiator

the likes of which the
world has never seen.

He has already defeated Theokoles.
Imagine what he will accomplish

once his mind has been
focused on nothing but victory.

You will become the
greatest lanista in the republic.

And on such a title we will
climb beyond our station,

beyond Capua,

perhaps to the very
steps of the senate itself.

The fever still grips him?

I would know if his
condition changes.

A word, Doctore.

Pietros.

The birds left
in Barca's cell...

What should I do with them?

Whatever you wish.

He said we would release them
once he gained our freedom.

He intended yours as well?

That was his purpose in
speaking with our dominus.

Ashur said the price was
too steep for the both of us.

Ashur?

He helped negotiate the sum.

Would it be okay
if I kept them...

The birds?

It would not cause notice.

Thank you.

(birds cooing)

That is unwise.

If the guards were
to see you with it...

What could they do to me
that hasn't already been done?

I never should have left her.

You did not leave her.

She was taken from you.

Before I left for war,

she asked me not to go.

You did what you
thought was right

to protect her.

You should toss
that over the cliff.

Best to be done
with such thoughts.

Batiatus: Careful with that. It
cost more than you're worth.

Lucretia: It won't be
long until our house

is finally livable again.

Batiatus: Tilt your bow
higher. We aim at the heavens...

The palace of Batiatus
where dignitaries kneel

to suck the cock
of my good fortune.

Well, they'll
have to get in line.

Crixus?

(grunting)

Lie still.

Best heed the advice.

For a while we thought
you for the afterlife.

When will I fight again?

"When will I fight
again?" he says.

Worry of nothing but recovery.

The crowd will once again
cheer the name Crixus.

(snaps fingers) A word.

It would be improper for
me to visit you in the ludus,

but know that my
thoughts are with you.

I'll send my slave Naevia
often to attend your needs.

Rest now

and worry for nothing.

Your swords for
practice, champion.

(cracks whip) The
day's training begins.

Pair up.

Sword and shield.

Spartacus,

you face me.

Your wife's passing... That
was an unfortunate thing,

as was your plan for escape.

I have not tasted
wine for many years,

yet a single cup would
not rob me of my senses.

The choice was to see you sleep

or never awaken.

Your victory over
Theokoles is the only reason

Batiatus does not
know of your treachery.

Champion or no, you
would be crucified.

Then part your
lips and see it done.

Next time you seek escape,

you'd best kill me.

Make it half and half, yeah?

Good Mercato, you
must excuse the chaos.

I had hoped to see such affairs
completed before your arrival.

Fortune favors you.

As it does all of
Capua, since the rains.

My time is pressed.
Come, let us to business.

To the matter then.

I secured six of your
men for my games

honoring the storied
history of my family...

Arrangements made before
the vulcanalia, if you recall.

As if it were yesterday.

Well, I've decided as highlight

to reenact Rome's
victory over the Maedi,

the Thracian tribe who
dared invade Macedonia.

They were slaughtered
for their insolence

by my grandfather
Marcus Minucius Rufus.

A name that carries
weight long after its passing.

I'd planned for Crixus to
play the very man himself,

- leading the charge.
- Apologies.

Crixus is yet recovering
from his battle with Theokoles.

Ah, as I suspected.

Perhaps Gnaeus then?

I turn thought
towards Spartacus.

(chuckles) He is much in demand.

- The cost of such a thing?
- An additional 40%.

Prisoners to play the
Thracians included?

Consider it done.

I will see it announced
all over Capua...

Spartacus, slayer of Theokoles,

to assume the mantle
of my grandfather...

A great day.

Pietros, bring more water.

Now.

Fucking pig... The
way he paws at the boy.

The fault lies with
Barca for leaving him.

Is it delivered?

As promised.

A letter to my wife.

Long overdue.

Did you bring a reply?

She did not favor me with one.

She insisted on bringing
you the message herself.

How did you gain entry?

Your man Ashur spoke
to Batiatus on my behalf.

Did he ask coin for the service?

He said he would take
the matter up with you.

Who cares of coin
on such a day, eh?

The boy has grown monstrous.

And his mother
ever more beautiful.

I miss the taste of your lips.

The letter came as a surprise.

Every day I prayed for word

and that it would not be news
of your death in the arena.

We agreed... no
letters, Aurelia,

to keep you and
the boy far from this

and my mind on the task.

And what has changed?

A friend.

His loss.

A friend.

You are moved by a friend?

I am moved by the
need to see my wife,

to know she is still real

and not the dream
of a desperate man.

After one more year
my debts will be paid.

We can start again,
all of us together.

We should have just left

to Pompeii or Sicilia.

It would not have
been honorable.

Honor?

Where is the honor in debts
of gambling and chance?

Where is the honor in
leaving your wife and child?

Every mistake I have
made I will set right.

I will be the man you deserve.

From this moment on my
life is yours and yours alone.

I am with child.

Child?

What is your meaning?

- Varro.
- Your meaning.

Your absence has been difficult,

the money you send barely
enough to keep us fed and sheltered.

Titus offered assistance.

Titus?

An acquaintance
from the marketplace.

And you repay him by
spreading your fucking legs?

No. I thought of
him only as a friend.

- He forced himself upon me.
- Why didn't you stop him?

You think I wanted this?

Where were you, Varro?

Where the fuck were you?

Fighting

for us,

as you should have been.

The House of Batiatus
is filled with champions...

My father's,

my grandfather's.

Soon you will stand among
them. I have commissioned you

to be immortalized in
stone at great expense.

You honor me, Dominus.

Well, the laurels
do not cease there.

Good Mercato has insisted

that Spartacus be moved
to the forefront of his games.

You will take on the guise
of his storied grandfather

Marcus Minucius Rufus.

Rufus?

You know of him?

I have heard his name

spoken by my father
when I was a boy.

You will be dressed
in his very armor,

four of our gladiators
bedecked as Roman legion.

Our enemy?

Six prisoners
sentenced to execution,

clad in the barbaric fashion of
the Thracian hordes of the Maedi.

It will be a grand spectacle,
with you its shining helm.

I will not fight.

You misunderstand.

I do not ask.

I command.

I will not dress as a Roman

and pretend to
slaughter my own people.

It is time for you to release
your hold upon the past.

You are no longer of Thrace.

You are destined for great
and wonderful things, Spartacus.

Embrace the path the
gods have set you upon.

Your mind is clouded by grief.

Pause to clear it.

You bathe me as if a child.

You must rest.

Lie still.

You'll reopen your wounds.

I can't even rise.

In time.

Always the enemy of a gladiator.

Yet a friend to us now.

Domina has given excuse
for us to be together.

Let us pluck blessing
from misfortune.

Crixus, you live,

my prayers answered.

Crixus: I would
have more prayers

to return me to the
sand to be by the men.

You shall rejoin your
brothers soon enough.

Brothers?

None have visited me,

not even Barca.

Have you not told him?

The moment has not arisen.

Has he fallen in the arena?

Far the opposite.

He has purchased his freedom.

The Beast of Cartage?

What is Barca if
not a gladiator?

A man free to roam
outside these walls.

The thought is foreign...

The giant fuck tending
goats and picking vegetables,

with Pietros his
ever-doting wife.

He left the boy.

He'd sooner part
with his own cock.

The news found
me surprised also.

He did not wish it

but had no choice.

You shared words with him?

No,

but I saw it in his eyes

as he was escorted
through the gates.

You were there?

Regain your strength.

I would see you with
a sword in hand soon.

Barca gone,

Spartacus champion...

I have awoken
to a world of shit.

You are a fool to
refuse Batiatus.

The man makes
unreasonable demands.

He is your master,

his demands your duty,
unreasonable or otherwise.

I will not be forced to
slaughter my countrymen.

Countrymen in dress only.

You share no kinship
with these prisoners.

They are murderers, rapists,
their death well deserved.

Then let another
man's blade grant it.

You act as if you have
free will in the matter.

You are a gladiator.

I am a Thracian.

You are a slave.

To cling to a life
beyond these walls

is to see your heart
parted from your chest.

You above all others
should know this.

I do not think before I speak.

I will remove myself to
less deserving company.

Pietros.

Gnaeus's hand?

I shall have a word.

To what end?

Will it see Barca return?

Will it see us reunited,
or free as he promised?

Fate often takes a
man far from his heart,

to his regret.

Felt more keenly by
the one left behind.

Rome is positively aflutter
with news of Theokoles's defeat.

No one could believe
such a thing was possible,

especially at the
hands of a Thracian.

The gods truly bless
the House of Batiatus.

We're even entertaining
thoughts of a patron

to share in our good fortune.

Hmm. And does your good
fortune extend downward?

I don't follow.

The priestess... Has her
fertility rite born any seed?

I was unable to conclude
the rite in the allotted time.

No.

Well, my husband
was sadly absent.

What of the other man?

You still have not told
me anything about him.

Is it Solonius?

I would rather fuck an eel.

No no.

A woman as beautiful as
you are deserves a man,

someone of position maybe.

- He's no one of note.
- No one of note.

Someone more physical
perhaps... A slave.

Oh, your cup's empty. Naevia.

It is, isn't it?

But not just any
slave. No, not for you.

He would have to be
forged by Jupiter himself.

Let us move on from the subject.

Of course. To other matters.

How fares Crixus?

Crixus?

His injuries suffered
against Theokoles...

Is he expected to live?

His strength returns.

Joyous news.

It would be a great
tragedy to see such a man

pass from this
world, would it not?

It would.

A pity he will not take the
sand in good Mercato's games.

I long to see his
sword thrust home.

How did you fare?

The game of dice and bones.

Poorly, as I often have.

I will balance the loss
at the next chance.

(birds cooing)

It would seem Pietros
has lost control of his flock.

Pietros.

The boy has freed himself.

Gnaeus!

Enough.

What is this foolishness?

Pietros.

The boy took his own life.

He will be missed,

especially his lips
around my cock.

This morning I boasted the
top retiarius in all of Capua.

Now I possess nothing more

than bones and brains
scattered upon the rocks.

Apologies.

Fuck your apologies!

I will have return
of the value lost.

The price of the man will be
subtracted from your winnings

- until the remainder is balanced.
- As you see fit, Dominus.

All of this for what?

Pietros?

He was nothing,
shit from a whore.

He was a man.
His life had worth.

Half a coin at most.

Gnaeus was a gladiator.

Years of training, each
mounting to exorbitant cost...

That is true worth.

He did not deserve to live.

I alone decide who lives,

not you, not a fucking slave!

(groans)

My generosity has
been boundless,

yet you defy me still.

Mercato's games are upon us.

I expect you to fight
as a loyal Roman

or die as a Thracian.

See him to the medicus.

You shed tears for the boy?

His passing saddens me.

He was too weak for this place

without Barca to protect him.

Not all of us can be strong.

Have you been
making friends again?

Gnaeus.

A disagreement.

And you emerged
the battered cunt.

What, did his tiny net
prove too fierce an opponent

for the slayer of Theokoles?

Ask the man himself,

if you can scrape enough
of him off the cliff for reply.

Gnaeus is dead?

What reason did you
have to take his life?

My reasoning
lies forever silent.

Your actions betray us all.

Gnaeus was a
gladiator, a brother.

He was no brother of mine.

When you swore the oath,

every man in here
became your brother

deserved of an honorable
death in the arena.

Your actions shame
my fighting beside you.

You speak as if you
had choice in the matter.

I did.

And I chose not to end
your life in the arena...

A decision I presently regret.

As do I.

(birds cooing)

You knew Pietros well?

Only in passing.

Yet you tend to his
pets... A duty not required.

A foolish gesture.

Born of a kind heart.

It surprises

that Barca would
claim his freedom,

yet leave the things
he loved in captivity.

Did he speak to you of his
plans for life outside the ludus?

No.

Did he exchange
words with Ashur?

Ashur?

He was there, was he not?

I do not recall.

Surely, if you set
your mind to the task.

Apologies, but I
must return to the villa.

Domina awaits.

The fear in your eyes

betrays the lie on your tongue.

Your questions put
me in harm's way.

Please let me pass.

(groaning)

The day approaches
when I'm finally free of this.

Perhaps you can fashion
a proper cock from it.

(men laugh)

Remove yourselves.

Remain.

I seek information.

- On what subject?
- Barca.

I understand he made wager
upon the Theokoles fight.

Yeah, and won a small fortune
applied towards his freedom.

With no thought to Pietros?

Not enough coin
remained to liberate him.

Hmm.

Barca's eyes filled with tears,

though spurred by regret
or impending freedom,

I know not.

It is a stirring sight to see
the bonds of servitude lifted.

Mm, I confess my eyes swimming

as Barca took
leave of the villa.

Who else offered farewells?

Only our master and myself.

Naevia claims to have
escorted Barca to the gates.

She made no mention
of your presence.

(chuckles)

Why, she's a simple
thing. Her mind...

Stories in conflict
give me concern.

If I find there is more to the
matter of Barca's departure...

we shall have words.

(Sura laughing)

You still believe in them...

The gods?

Yes.

Why?

Our entire village is gone,

everyone we knew dead.

If there are no gods,

there is nothing to shape
what happens in our lives

and there is no
meaning to any of it.

I cannot believe the
gods would lead me to you,

to bless me with such love,

only to make me bear
witness to your suffering.

No.

There is a deeper purpose

to the path you've
been set upon,

one that has yet
to reveal itself.

I would never see
you from my side again.

Without you there is
no reason for breath.

There is always
a reason to live.

I would be lost.

No.

The gods would set
you on the proper path.

All you have to do
is close your eyes

and place yourself
in their hands.

We leave for the games.

Is your decision made?

It is.

What sort of answer is this?

A gesture.

I care not for its
means of delivery.

Perhaps its meaning
will be more agreeable.

Out with it then.

Sura spoke often
to me of the gods.

She believed in them.

I never truly have.

(harrumphs)

The cock on you,

daring to doubt the gods.

And I have suffered much for it.

But no longer.

From this point forward

I give myself
over to her beliefs

and embrace my fate.

Your words give
my heart great joy,

enough even to erase questions

of how a blade belonging
to the magistrate's son

came to your possession.

Let us put the
past truly behind us.

Come. The games await you.

I have but one condition.

Condition?

You kiss my cheek
only to finger my ass?

Speak

before I carve out
your fucking tongue.

I will take to the sands against
the specter of my countrymen,

but I will face them alone.

Six to your one?

I will not risk the champion
of Capua to such absurdity.

If this is my fate,

if this is the path the gods
have truly set me upon,

then they will not see me fall.

And if you are wrong?

Then I will give your city
a great spectacle of blood

before joining my wife.

The gods have
brought you this far.

I believe they are
not done with you yet.

But I have a
condition of my own.

When you have killed
the last of these shits

garbed as your countrymen,

what's left of the Thracian
inside you dies with them

and you will embrace this fate

and your destiny as Spartacus,

the champion of Capua.

(crowd cheering)

(booing)

Citizens of Capua...

today we honor

the noble Marcus Minucius Rufus,

a Roman consul and commander

unmatched in glory.

As tribute,

good Mercato has
seen fit to reenact

his grandfather's
most famous victory

against the Thracian hordes.

(cheering)

Gaze at the prisoners
standing before you

and imagine the Thracian
Maedi that invaded Macedonia,

raping and pillaging
its noble people,

murdering all in their path,

even a Roman governor.

(booing)

Violence and madness
swept the land,

echoing into the heavens

where the gods themselves
turned their backs.

All seemed lost

until Rome dispatched
its favored son.

Enter Marcus Minucius Rufus!

(crowd clapping rhythmically)

For the honorable role of Rufus,

there was but one choice...

The bringer of rain,

the slayer of Theokoles,

the champion of Capua!

Man: Stand up!

Batiatus: I present to you

Spartacus!

(chanting) Spartacus!
Spartacus! Spartacus!

I thought it was your
grandfather we honor.

Yet the crowd
chants "Spartacus."

Worry not of details,
good Mercato.

The glory is your
grandfather's alone.

Come,

give the signal to begin
the glorious victory.

In honor of Marcus
Minucius Rufus,

let blood be shed.

Sura's voice: All you have
to do is close your eyes

and place yourself
in their hands.

(grunts)

(yelling)

Yeah!

You do realize my
grandfather won this battle?

Perhaps this day history
will not repeat itself.

Sura's voice: There is
always a reason to live.

The gods would set
you on the proper path.

He fights like a man possessed.

By the gods themselves.

Kill! Kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Don't.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

A marvelous show.

An honor to be of service.

(crowd chanting) Spartacus!
Spartacus! Spartacus!

I am Spartacus!

(theme music playing)