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We advance south
on Spartacus

and those who follow
him in rebellion.

Let our shadow
fall upon them

and every man,
woman and child

so touched by it,
struck from this world.

A bargain
well struck.

Call me Roman
no more then.

Those that join
us are well armed.

You move to take
the fucking city.

♪

You wanted me father?

Find Spartacus and send
word of his movement.

But do not tempt
engagement

until I have arrived
with proper force.

The Aedile bars himself
in the horreum,

spilling pitch and threatens
to put light to bear.

No!

The city,
is ours.

♪ Spartacus: War of the Damned 3x03 ♪
Men of Honor
Original Air Date on February 8, 2013

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Swords born from shackles.

Your hands turn miracle,
Attius.

Then perhaps you
would bless them

with additional coin,
in reward for such divinity.

Knowing effort serves higher

purpose is reward enough.

You chew on fresh bargain,
only to swallow stale shit.

Suck cock,
you long-haired woman.

Ahh!

Aid Gannicus,

in delivery of latest
offering to Crixus.

Should you
linger within our city,

we shall discuss terms
of future benefit.

I do not lay trust
in that little shit.

You do not lay
trust in anyone.

You come
with me!

More so when they
carry name of Rome.

Ah, go!
Silent cunt!

Lugo.

How fare our prisoners?

They fucking
shit themselves!

A smell welcome to nose!

See that they are fed.

These prisoners?
We take them where?

I question thought
of keeping them

shackled throughout
fucking streets.

Is that all you question?

We are at war,
Spartacus.

I would see our enemy
struck to the afterlife.

Women and children
counted among them?

Were the same
not robbed of life

In escape from
Batiatus' villa?

Or the taking
of this very city?

They were.

Yet few that remain pose
no fall to concern.

They pose concern
to fucking stomach.

Drawing from our food --

which runs
low from Aedile

dousing pitch upon grain.

Let us gauge our stores.

And turn from thought
of needless slaughter.

♪

Keep eye upon your opponent.

Seek to turn
defense into attack.

More steel,
forged towards purpose.

He has been paid
what Spartacus promised,

for aiding
taking the city?

Five thousand denarii.

Well earned.

Then why does
he yet darken

presence within
our walls?

Give answer.
I'm not fucking echo.

To further lend
hand to your cause.

The promise of gathering
more coin

before taking leave
also weighs consideration.

Naevia!
Nasir!

See those of skill
to proper weapon.

For your journey.

I wake with
desire for cock.

Yet you from bed.

Cause bring
fucking shadow.

The girl follows
heel like errant pup,

since I took her
master's life.

Clear a fucking path.

Keep moving!

Against the wall!

Sit here!

And shut mouth!

Your wife is with child.

She should not
be absent nourishment.

Gratitude.

You mistake intent.

I do not offer charity,

I offer exchange.

Bread,

for whatever coin you
may know of yet undiscovered.

Perhaps within walls
of your own little hovel?

Two streets west
of the horreum.

The name Ulpianus
the above door.

Inside,
leg of table stands hollow.

You will find all
that I have there.

Any more offerings?

No?

Very well then.

Wait.

The bread.
For my wife...

Ah. Apologies.

Who's more hungry?

Do you wish to see blood?

Someone will starve!

You cunt!

Do you desire blood?

Yeah!!
Yeah!

Then let us
have proper contest!

Bring swords!

I know that one.

Ulpianus,
a baker of breads.

He is no fighter,
nor man of distant heart.

We fall to fucking games now?

The Romans forced
you and Crixus to such,

for their amusement.

We but return favor.

I beg you...
I have no skill in this.

Oh,
he has no skill in this.

This is Roman cunt!

Let the victor,
claim their bounty!

And the sea the fallen,

to join the Roman dead

which we have swept
from this city!

No!

Begin.

Go!
Begin!

Get at him!

Draw blood!

Ulpianus!

Ulpianus!

Come on!
Get at him!

No,
Ulpianus!

A fight far from
worthy arena.

But promise was made.

Yeah!

Feast upon laurels.

You fucking shit...

He reached for
sword to strike

when you presented back!

He was reaching for the food,
you mad cunt!

Hold tongue,

or see it ripped
from fucking head.

Take pause,
brother.

Attius stands
with us.

He stands
a fucking Roman.

The man has never
raised voice in anger,

to slave,
or any other.

How do your friends differ,

from the fucking
villain they brand me?

Was he reaching
for the bread?

I did not think it.

And what if you were mistaken?

The result the same.

A Roman that shall
never raise hand against us.

I have never held love
for any of such name,

Yet he held no threat --

Men such as him
hold the greatest.

True intent,
shrouded behind mask

of kind and gentle face.

Have you known
his reflection?

Before I came
to the mines of Lucania.

This one carried
gentle name of Herius.

Husband.

Father of two
young daughters.

He saw me fed.

Bathed.

Allowed me to feel safe

for the first time
since being turned

from the House
of Batiatus.

When his family took to sleep,
he came to me.

Lifting me in his arms.

I thought it a dream at first.

There was a place,

removed from
the grounds of his villa,

where wagons were
crafted and repaired.

He applied his many
tools inside me.

Before turning
them to outward flesh.

I wish I had power
to seize memory,

and with hands
strip it from life.

It is not the one
that shadows mind.

What I saw in morning light,

forever darkens thought.

The man himself,

greeting his wife with
kiss and warm smile.

His daughters
laughing upon his knee.

The beast from
the previous night transformed,

into a man who
held no threat.

I have no words.

You do not need them.

Knowing,
you are at my side

gives comfort enough.

I will always stand so.

All the fucking stalls
bear same misfortune.

And of the remainder?

How long will
it see us fed?

Two weeks.

Perhaps more,
if we're cautious

and our numbers
do not swell.

Fuck the gods.

Spartacus.

Ships weigh anchor
off our coast.

It seems we
have drawn notice.

Sanus.

What do your
eyes fall upon?

Four men approach.
Armed.

One with
cask perched atop shoulder.

Romans?

Not fucking likely,
by appearance.

Raise the gate.

What shit is this?

Brigands of Cilicia.

Pirates?

I would speak
with the man

that has claimed this city.

Your words fall
upon his ear.

What business
do you break?

You are Spartacus?

I stand so named.

The same fiend
that brought down

the arena in Capua?

Defeated Glaber
at Vesuvius?

Wrought untold suffering

upon the Republic
and its people.

All deeds
claimed with pride.

Then I call
you fucking brother!

Let us share
gift of wine,

and break words
towards common enemy!

Gaius!

It has been too many years.

They have been
unkind to you, old friend.

At least I do not
stand woolly fucking goat!

Crassus denies
me sharpened blade.

Under what purpose?

A personal matter,

concerning only those
within his confidence.

Regrettably none
stand so here.

You have received message

in advance of our arrival,
Mummius?

We stand ready to march
upon your command.

Have use of my tent
until such a time.

Come!

I would leave these boys
to their plotting

and hear of your
adventures with Antonius.

Impudent shit.

He brushes
you aside in favor

of swallowing
Caesar's cock.

Let us pray
he chokes upon it.

Adherbal!

Break open cask
so we may share drink.

I would break
words in advance.

While mind
is yet unclouded.

Heracleo is your guest,

and I am at your will.

It is an honor for me
to be across from the man

who steals
an entire fucking city!

It was the fucking Romans
who stole freedom from us.

We merely seize
what is owed.

I favor turn
of your reason,

brothers.

Some Romans yet live
within Sinuessa?

A few.

The Aedile among them?

He does not.

You are sure of this?

His villa now stands ours.

His claim to it severed
by my own hand.

Then I too have been injured.

This man speaks
in fucking riddles.

Hmm.

Straighten tongue,

or fall from presence.

The Aedile and I had
an arrangement.

He brokered such with men
of your calling?

Openly, no.

Yet many things are
born of dark corners.

The seas are fraught
with dangers...

especially for those who,

consider themselves
his competitor.

In return
for your "services"?

Knowledge of time and route
of unfortunate vessels.

All goods aboard,
added to my own,

with the seal
of the Aedile

pressed upon new manifest.

What cause does
thief upon wave

need of parchment
and seal?

The official seal removes
unwanted attention when

trading acquisitions
in respected ports.

Advantage
snatched from hand,

by fucking action
of your own.

To shit with
this grinning cunt.

Agron.

What threat
does he hold?

Pissing
on us from the sea?

You would be surprised

by the reach
of my stream, boy.

Let's us take breath then,

remove ourselves
from heated words.

There is yet
drink to be had.

Return when sun
gives way to moon.

And discover if there
stands cause to share cup.

As you command,
King Spartacus.

As you command.

The man swings cock
to rival Jupiter himself.

Close gate upon ass,
and be done with him.

He may yet be of use.

Find Aedile's seal,

and let us weigh
advantage it brings.

Cilicians!

Shit rises to fill mouth.

Have you laid eyes
upon it or not?

I forge steel,
not trade at fucking ports.

What need would I have
of Aedile's seal?

Words I would
have greeted sooner.

Is that what
it was like,

before you gained
your freedom?

Were you made to fight
as an animal would,

as you made
poor Ulpianus?

I prompted no contest.

Yet you did not stop it.

What fate did you believe

when deciding to aid
in taking the city?

I held no fucking choice.

Every man holds such
at time's end.

You hold no love
for these people, Attius.

Do not now raise
vaunted concerns now.

"These people."

Am I not Roman,
as they were?

As some yet are?

You stand
for yourself alone.

As I once stood.

You are proof then.

That basest clay

may yet be molded into
something of worth.

Turn from past,

set eye toward new horizon,

far from this place
and the man that you were.

Praise fucking gods,
I've found men of worth.

What crude form
do you deposit at feet?

Sinuessa.

Spartacus has taken
Sinuessa en Valle.

Summon Mummius.

Wine.

Gratitude.

Repay favor
with gift of words.

I have few of note.

We thought
the gate secure.

Yet Spartacus
is of the underworld,

able to spirit himself
through wood and stone.

He is but a man.

I've laid eyes upon him.

Bathed in blood and gore.

The city trembling
in his wake.

Spartacus is no man.

He's the Bringer of Death.

And yet you live.

Your skill in combat
must equal

that of the legend himself.

I was paid but
a few coin

by the Aedile
to aid in curfew.

I'm no
soldier.

Put such question aside.

How many men does
Spartacus now hold?

I do not know.

The streets were
filled with them,

slaughtering all
in their path.

I barely made escape

to the bay before
they took the docks.

Now it becomes clear.

In place of
falling a hero,

you chose to flee.

And fall a coward.

Have you lost mind?

The man held no worth,
by his own tongue.

You are not
in fucking command.

Apologies.

I slip from reason...

when presented with
the faults of lesser men.

Let us see body removed,
and discuss--

The time for
words has ended.

Break camp,

and return to my father
with news of Spartacus.

He gave order
to remain at your side.

I am the word
and the will

of Marcus Crassus.

You are not
at my side, Gaius.

You serve beneath me.

I fall to command.

Gather what remains
of your men.

We move for
Sinuessa en Valle.

Leave us.

This stood my home.

No longer.

I will not
beg for my life.

I do not seek it.

Only your aid.

You rob me of my husband.

Lay waste to my city.

And now you call
upon fucking aid?

We are at war.

You and your people
stand casualty.

My own ranks question sparing
a few that yet draw breath.

I give chance
to prove wisdom of it.

So we may
live out our days

as party favors for
your fucking amusement?

As word carries
of Ulpianus?

Ulpianus?

Your men made him fight
for crust of bread.

And claimed hand even
though he stood victor.

A thing I did not know of.

It shall
not pass again.

I took belief in your
reassurance once before.

And now stand
widow for it.

I do not turn
from what I have done.

He was an honorable man!

Forever stricken
from this world by you!

You elevate the dead
beyond their worth.

You did not
know him.

Nor I fear did you.

The name Heracleo
holds meaning?

A plague upon the sea.

My husband devoted
much coin toward his capture.

He devoted greater sum,

towards secret pact.

You lie.

Your husband
provided seal of office

in exchange for
dispatching of his rivals.

Presented to me
by Heracleo himself.

Know that I do not
take pleasure

in staining
cherished memory.

You tear world from grasp,

and whisper of kindness.

I whisper of opportunity.

Heracleo seeks
the Aedile's seal.

With it I will
forge trade

that will see us fed.

It eludes discovery.

You know
of the seal's location?

Ennius feared rebellion,

and took measure
to protect what was his.

There are many
places hidden to eye

among his holdings
throughout the city.

Aid in revealing them,

and you and your
people will share equal

portion from what we gain
in bargain with the Cilician.

I would have
freedom as price.

For all of us.

Do this thing,

and you will be released,

when we take
leave of Sinuessa.

Am I to trust your word?

The reason is simple.

You stand
absent choice.

Hidden within blushed eye,
the guardian spirits.

Is it a wonder the gods
turned on your husband

and this fucking city?

Let us turn from past

and set gaze
towards favored bargain.

And fall to much
needed drink!

How much would
you have for it?

I ask for nothing.

Upon our
abandoning the city,

the seal is yours.

And until such fated day?

An agreement of trade.

Coin for food.

First shipment from what stores
you have aboard your ships.

You would entreat Poseidon

to shun robes
and present ass!

If he stood before me.

Yet he does not.

My supplies are
of finest quality.

Eighteen thousand denarii

easily fetched
if sold at port.

Absent the Aedile's seal?

You are not
the man one expects.

Hmm.

Ten thousand denarii.

If Aedile's wife is added
to the bargain huh.

You mistake
me for a Roman.

I do not
trade in slaves.

Nor would I,
if possessed with such

a ripe cunt.

Twelve thousand denarii.

In hour before sun's rising,

upon landing
beyond city walls.

Beyond the city?

Ground absent advantage,
brother.

I would not sail into port,
only to be set upon.

Beyond city walls.

In hour before sun rises.

It is settled then.

Now may we have
fucking drink?! Huh!

♪

What fucking piss
does Heracleo offer?

Absinthe, by name.

I once drained six cups,

and found myself
in heated argument

with imaginary cat.

Then let us drain seven,
and finish argument

before you strike
from Roman shores.

Yes.

Dangerous thing.

Eyes upon man
not your own.

Apologies.
I meant no offense.

You want his
cock inside you?

Speak,
little thing.

Nemetes,
you cock eater!

He saved my life.

I desire only
to thank him.

Come.

I do not care
for these Cilicians.

Yet they are
preferred to Romans.

My cock is magic.

Then see
it vanish from sight.

More wine!

You're a fool.

To lay trust in one
stitched of lies and deceit.

I'm no stranger
to his kind.

I thought myself so.

Yet now replay
every moment.

Every touch my
husband laid upon me.

Questioning
truth behind them.

The gods punish
me for being so blind.

Would that you had
let Heracleo take me,

to see their
wrath complete.

I place no stock
in your gods.

Nor any that would
seek injury

for crimes against
those undeserving.

I have given command

that you are free
to move about city.

In return,

you will lend hand

And carry word to me if any
should fall to mistreatment.

It surprises,

how such small a weight
bears such heavy burden.

A truth known to all

who take up
arms against Rome.

You shall sleep
where you are.

My people will turn from me,

if I'm known to bed
beneath your roof.

My husband held stable
at edge of city.

I would take shelter
within its walls.

I sought only
to provide comfort.

Heracleo spoke the truth,

at least
upon one subject.

You are not
the man one expects.

Apologies.

Share drink,
and see them accepted.

My cup is spoken for.

I seek not
to claim it my own.

Merely grace
lips with its nectar.

You are bold of words.

I have been
too long at sea

among,
rough company.

I do not favor
crashing waves.

Words from mouth
such as yours

could move a man
to forever turn from them.

Remove fucking hand.

Apologies.

I did not know
you were mired in shit

East of the Rhine.

Smash him!

Agron!

Agron!

Fall from sight.

Revelry has
struck sour note.

I would not have senseless
quarrel open gap between us.

Then see
it filled with coin

at appointed hour.

And we shall test
sureness of our footing.

Spartacus stands displeased
with celebration's end.

I was not the one
who caused offense.

The Cilician overstepped,

yet your
response was--

Was as it fucking should be.

Jupiter himself
would find cause

to tremble if he laid
hand upon you.

You would battle
a god for me?

I would slay all

that would lay attempt
to wrest you from my arms.

Strike Jupiter
and the Cilician from mind.

I would have
them of no concern

to the one that
holds my heart.

You left absent word.

There was a fight.

It was very loud.

I leave to make
shadow flesh.

Yeah.

...and to bring desire.

For you.

Come.

Gather your robes
and leave us.

Go.

She does not please?

She is but a child.

And I would have
a woman tend to my needs,

in brief hours before
I move with Spartacus...

Apologies.

I would have words.

I would not.

You've not given opportunity
towards gratitude.

I yet draw breath
because of you.

Your dominus fell
to an act of war.

He fell to a hero
sent by the gods.

One that does not
even recall your name.

My name is Sibyl.

Sibyl.

And you feel
you owe debt Sibyl?

I owe you everything.

Then see it repaid

by staying far
from my presence.

And men of my kind.

You would claim
all that I have earned?

All you have stolen.

Did I not stand
with my brothers

when city was taken,

risking life
beside you?

As I did in shadow
of Vesuvius

and every fucking
battle since?

As all that follow cause.

Know that you do not
stand alone in sacrifice.

And what of the blacksmith?

Did you seize coin
given him as well?

You mistake command
for conversation.

Fall to your purpose.

You carry the balance?

He does.

Where is Gannicus?

He comes upon heel.

What is left of him.

Totus!

Fall to task.

We are committed.

Nasir,
take position upon wall.

I would stand with you.

Go.

I shall return shortly.

Once gate closes behind us,

do not see it raised
short of my word.

Terms of stroll worsen
by passing moment.

Keep watchful eye
towards sign of betrayal.

I pray they make
fucking attempt.

If Heracleo and his men,

prove short of honor...

kill them where they stand.

Raise the gate!

Cilicians,
by the look.

Why would they take landing
outside Sinuessa?

To seek alliance.

Spartacus stands the fool

if he risks dealings
with such as them.

They are thieves
of equal nature.

And if they come to terms

it would
prevent my father

from starving
the rebels out.

A thing I will not
have fall to pass.

Mummius,

prepare your
men to advance.

Advance?

Fall to fucking command.

Tiberius, your father
gave strict order

not to engage Spartacus.

My father desires
a wolf of battle,

not a well-heeled dog.

And this night
I shall honor him

with blood and death.

We are too exposed.

Spartacus and his men more so,

beyond the walls of his city.

They spill from gate.

Upon my signal only.

I would give no errant
cause to doubt intention.

Nasir,
what do you see?

Shit and piss.

They are too far
in darkness.

What does she say?

Roman your man
make fight gone.

Ulpianus?

With fat wife and others
chained with him.

We must sweep the city --

No.
Remain here.

It may be
distraction,

to draw us from
the gate.

Where do you go?

Do not tear
eyes from purpose!

Your price.

As agreed upon.

Apologies,
I mean no offense,

yet ah...

Open it.

You stand a man
of your word.

A very rare thing,
in such a world.

Rarer yet,

to greet my equal.

Castus.
Adherbal.

Bring our brothers
what they are owed.

You take leave of the city?

Absent parting words?

I've broken them
to all that matter.

If dealings with
the Cilicians end as desired,

I will buy passage far
from your fucking presence.

Do you buy such
for your friends as well?

Friends?

Tell me where there are.

Wait!

I do not know
what you speak of!

I speak of Romans.

And your fucking
treachery.

Fuck!

You wish for blood?

Come then.

And find greater
challenge than that

of a simple
crafter of bread

in fucking chains.

This,

this stands the sum
of your offerings?

Fuck the gods, no!

A mere sample
for your approval.

The remainder
lies aboard my ships,

too great a cargo
to ferry by skiff.

Now that payment
has been received,

I shall
sail into port --

That was not the arrangement.

Apologies,

if you fell to confusion.

Fuck your apologies.

Hold ground!

What are your thoughts?

That I stand the fool.

For laying trust
in a man absent honor.

Then perhaps
the time has come.

For us to...

forever part ways...

We are betrayed!

This is not my hand!

Fucking pirates!

Advance!

Romans!

Where the fuck is Mummius?!

Fuck!

I have had my fill...

Of men such
as you...

Mummius?

Spartacus!

More come!

Spartacus...

Attack!

Testudo!

Load!

Fire!

♪

Did I not warn you
of my fucking reach!

I warned you!

Yeah!

Stand ground!

Retreat!

Stand your
fucking ground!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Totus!

We must retreat.

No...

I will not see you fall!

After them!

Let them go!

We must return
to the city!

Now!

Retreat!

How stand your thoughts now,
King Spartacus?

Take coin.

And see your
ships to port.

Come!

We go!

♪

I thought you gone
from this world.

You will not so easily
see me from your arms.

I attempted
to come to your aid.

Nemetes and his
shits would not open gate.

If gate had been breached,

more would have fallen.

He but followed command.

Confounds why the Romans

attacked in such
small numbers,

led by a boy.

It holds no sense.

Answer lay among the dead.

And those we
mistakenly name friend.

He came at me,

when confronted with
question of aiding Ulpianus

and the others in escape.

You were left absent choice.

Would he lend
hand in taking city,

only to risk life
in such attempt?

He but sought
to form basest clay,

into something of worth.

There stands matters
of more pressing concern.

Let us sweep city
for Ulpianus and the others.

I would not have Romans
plotting beneath foot,

or seeking
greater harm.

Gratitude.

There's more over here.

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