All language subtitles for Spartacus.Blood.and.Sand.Ep10

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Spar - ta - cus!

Spar - ta - cus!

They roar your name.

Soon they shall roar yours as well.

Or mourn it, if your
mind is absent the task.

I'm yet to have word
on my wife and son..

I will not fight alongside a man

who is not clear to his purpose.

I am clear.

My purpose is blood.

Shield!!

Oh yes!

Even chained to an
inferior gladiator,

Spartacus prevails!

One would expect no less
from the Champion of Capua!

See how he ignites the crowd!

His presence at your son's birthday

will be the talk of the Republic.

Ha!

A far cry from my
own fifteenth year.

When I put on the toga virilis
and passed into manhood,

it was a stuffy, formal ceremony

ridden with corpses and hags.

My father deemed himself an orator.

Lulled our guests to slumber,
some never to awaken!

We would not have
it so for Numerius.

He's been clamoring for
a pair of your finest,

to battle in exhibition

at his celebration.

Well, we would see
him well satisfied.

And by extension his noble father.

Though thought strikes if
you hold the celebration

beneath my humble roof,

then your boy can bear close
witness to all my gladiators.

Could we, father? Please?!

And the extra cost
for such generosity?

A favor between friends.

Received with much gratitude!

Uh!

You're next Spartacus.

Come here.

Are you certain it
won't cause imposition?

Place it from your thoughts.

A boy becomes a man
but once in his life.

He should be richly
indulged in his interests.

He never ceases to
tire of the games.

He's of the same
obsessive ilk as Ilithyia

regarding blood and sport.

Her absence comes as surprise.

Has she returned to Rome,
absent farewells?

No.

She has been feeling... unwell.

Nothing serious, I hope?

It will pass, as all things
born of a weak stomach.

His armor gives pause.

Then we shall aim higher.

Pull!

Oh!

Oh yeah!

I've never seen anything like it!

Yeah!!

Get up.

Spartacus!

Live to fight another day.

It pains me to watch
others claim your laurels.

Your pain shall increase if you
continue to stand beside me.

Yeah, well done brother.

Well done.

You fought well today.

The gods favored me,
to count you as ally.

Their favor extends
beyond the arena.

Aurelia...

Ah, I feared I would
never hold you again.

Ashur said he found only blood

when I sent him to
you with message.

Titus had returned.

Did he hurt you?

I will see his heart
from his fucking chest..

The blood was not mine.

I cut him, deep and low.

He will never force
himself on a woman again.

Afterwards I sought refuge

with my brother's family,
in the hills.

The slave girl found me there,

by Spartacus' direction.

Thank the gods you're safe.

Where were they when Titus
first laid hands on me?

I still carry his child.

Nothings changed, Varro.

The entire world has changed.

And I along with it.

The child.

It springs from your belly,
a part of you.

I would love it as such...

If you would have it so.

Your absence was noticed.

Absence...?

The games.

You were supposed to join us.

I could not face prying eyes.

One look into mine and they
would have full knowledge.

Licinia's blood...

Her skull steeped
between my fingers...

Jupiter's cock,
would you come to grips!

Licinia's murder and
your part in it,

have been concealed.

The truth will only unfold if,

if your jaw splits and your
tongue unfurls in song.

Would you have me do?

Appear yourself,

absent conscience of deeds unknown.

The magistrate's celebration

provides a perfect opportunity.

The venue turns to
my husband as host.

You won't even have to
move from under this roof,

my hand ever present
to steady your resolve.

You will guide me through this?

As trusted friend.

And as such, I require favor.

We would swell the
ranks of celebration

with these noble citizens.

Ones I am certain
would accept invite

from the daughter
of senator Albinius.

Gather yourself,

and see it done.

I owe you more than
I can ever repay.

If you had not sent
Mira to find my wife...

She has taken you back, then?

And I will yet be the
man she deserves.

If not, I shall remind
you of your shortcomings.

Oh. It lifts the heart.

To see a man reunited
with his woman.

Now you'll have someone
to weep for you

when you die.

If I fall, it will be in the arena,

as a gladiator.

You remember what that is like,
do you not?

Spartacus, Crixus...

You are summoned.

We are to fight each other?

Numerius has chosen.

He insisted on drinking
in the spectacle

of present glories
pitted against the past.

And his thirst shall
be satisfied, Dominus.

Keep to mind this is an exhibition.

Blood may be spilled,
but only for show.

Serious punishment
will be meted out

to the man who caused them.

We shall serve you
with honor, Dominus.

I expect no less.

Return to quarters.

Spartacus, remain.

What make you of Crixus?

Numerius insisted upon him,

yet with his wounds
barely sealed...

He believes himself ready.

To a fault.

The ego bruises
deeper than the flesh.

He brought this house
great honor, not long ago.

Do not overly embarrass the man.

I will give Numerius a show,

nothing more.

When I put on the toga virilis,
it was in this very room,

surrounded by my
father's champions.

Even then I knew

that one day my own titans
would eclipse them all.

None more so than Spartacus,
the bringer of rain.

Ugh?

You honor me.

You stand above all others.

Continue on this path,
and we will have the world...

Grrrr!

You have been avoiding me.

I have been tending my duties.

Your manner hardens.

I prefer it soft, as the moment
we shared not so long ago...

You mistake smile and
friendly touch beyond intent.

And the key that went
missing from my clasp,

after your "friendly" touch?

It did not by "mistake"
draw into your palm, did it?

It did not.

And yet you tense from question.

Such reaction warrants
fair search...

My hands service Domina alone.

She would not be
pleased to have yours

laid upon me without her consent.

Or to learn a guard
has misplaced his key.

I would not have it so.

You have reputation for
your handling of women.

Seek your loss among them,

and do not press me
again with accusation.

You trust Ilithyia not
to come unhinged..

In front of the magistrate?

I shall keep watchful
eyes upon her.

More watchful than
the last, I pray.

Everything worked to our advantage.

Ilithyia's in our debt,
and through collection

we gained access to the
most noble of families.

She attends to the list?

She will draw all to the
magistrate's celebration,

so artfully placed
within our walls.

There must be no cause
for disappointment.

After the exhibition between
Spartacus and Crixus

has ignited his son,

I will broach the magistrate
on subject of political office.

And be well received.

Ha!

To behold Solonius's
face when he sees me

consort with the
highest echelon of Capua.

Solonius?

Well, how should he
witness such a thing?

By invitation.

I desire his eyes upon me

when I am anointed
by the magistrate.

I want him to see that
as my fortunes rise,

his plummet.

You taunt an injured snake,

one that may yet turn and strike.

Ease your mind.

The serpent's head will
be struck from its body

in due course.

Ha, and Solonius will
never see it coming.

So, you and Crixus battling
as entertainment, eh?

Something the boy
will never forget.

It is only exhibition.

Dominus gave strict instructions
to avoid grievous injury.

Do not believe he was listening.

Your gaul is restored.

He is not alone.

The sun has revived what
the night had withered.

Due to kindness of a dear friend.

And is that kindness returned?

The magistrate's
celebration will swell

with all names provided.

Gratitude.

Would that I had words to
multiply it in response.

Yet the value of a friend

cannot be expressed by the
clever grouping of letters.

It is blood and flesh,

granting life to the world.

You submit like a fucking girl,

begging for a cock
to split her open.

I was bested.
What would you have me do?

Rise and fight 'till
your final breath

or prove the name "brother" false.

Heard of opportunities in Sicilia.

Had I been wise,
we would have moved there

to escape my debts.

Yet the advice of my wife
fell short of its mark.

It is a distance to travel,

from a woman's mouth
to a man's ears.

I shall close the gap,
from this point forward.

Aurelia tells me Sicilia is
an island blessed by the gods.

You must visit us there,
when you gain freedom.

I no longer concern myself with
thoughts beyond these walls.

And nor should you.

A true champion dreams
only of the arena.

And what does one dream of
when he's no longer champion?

Regaining the title from the thief

who stole it from me.

He stole nothing.

If I am a thief, the crime was
witnessed by all of Capua.

And is still
celebrated to this day.

Spartacus!

You are summoned.

The magistrate will arrive tomorrow,

well in advance of his guests,

to ensure that preparations
are to his standards.

While I reassure him,
I would have you tend the boy,

it's imperative that
he is well satisfied,

and by proximity his noble father.

The name Batiatus will be honored.

And envied throughout the Republic.

You move unwisely.

You play?

I've had occasion,

during my time with the auxiliary.

By all means, grace us
with your knowledge.

Mm.

It appears our champion has no head

for games of strategy.

Mm, battles maybe lost...

And yet the war
concludes in victory.

Ahh! Treacherous fuck.

Played like a true roman.

Fall from your chair
and bring us wine.

The syrian could swindle
the scales from a snake,

but never command a charge.

Come!

Let us have contest between men...

Oh, your touch has been missed.

And thoughts of yours consume me.

Soon you will feel the
hands of a champion

once again upon you.

The match with Spartacus
is but exhibition.

I know the crowd as my heart.

They will yearn for blood,
and I shall give it to them.

Dominus forbids injury.

To make attempt on
Spartacus' life is to...

Is to risk your own.

This is my life.

If not champion, I am nothing.

Then I must be without my mind,

to love only the man.

Yes.

And I relish your madness.

Ah! Fuck the heavens!

How can you keep besting a man
so far above your station?

I sprung from my mother
with sword in hand.

The ways of battle
are second nature,

passed down from father to son.

I regret my own father
never saw the advantage

of military glory.

Never saw the spoils
that could be won,

the patronage, the alliances
forged had he taken up arms.

He aspired to be no
further than what he was.

A simple lanista, far from Rome.

You and I, however...

We have fashioned wings,
to raise us higher

than the muck and mire of heritage.

Higher than our fathers
could never imagine.

Quintus?

What stirs such a
vision from her dreams?

My husband not beside me.

Spartacus was helping
me hone my game.

Over a cup of wine? Hmm!

Gratitude for the instruction.

Have your senses flown?

To share drink with a slave...

I drink with the Champion of Capua.

Crixus was champion,

yet no cup was ever
raised with him.

Argh!

Crixus is a brute.

Spartacus is different.

We owe our good fortune to the man.

He's beneath you

and tomorrow we play
host to Capua's finest.

Such behavior would be spat upon.

They spit only to
stroke their own cocks.

Spartacus is the reason the
magistrate graces our house,

along with all the
shits that follow.

They come to see you.

A man ascended to the heavens.

And Spartacus is merely the
beast that you ride upon.

You and Varro fought
as if brothers.

Your victory was a glorious sight.

Did you see the key, huh?

Huh?

Don't suppose you know
anything about that? Huh?

Spartacus.

Still your tongue.

What grievance has the woman given?

None which concerns you.

She is known to me.

This one is known to
every cock in the villa.

Move off.

Tell me her grievance.

I gave you command.

Stop!

What is the fucking
meaning of this?

Speak!

Your man attacks
Mira without cause.

What reason have you
for laying hands

on one of my slaves?

The girl is a thief.

I stole nothing!

What exactly do you
believe she has stolen?

Nothing of worth.

Go.

You overstep.

A month's wages, forfeited.

Press further and coin
will be replaced by blood.

Remove yourself.

Dominus.

Apologies.

Do not fucking speak!

I defend your worth to my wife,

only to turn and find you
shitting in my fucking house.

If the toga virilis
were not tomorrow,

I would have you lashed
until the flesh peeled

from your back.

Lay hands on one
of my guards again,

and you will receive far worse.

Dominus.

You attack a guard yet
escape punishment?

Being champion is not
without advantage.

I must remember to stay
close to your side.

Perhaps a swath of your good
fortune will rub off upon me.

Your efforts would
be better focused

protecting your flank.

Oh, fuck!

Magistrate Calavius!

The House of Batiatus welcomes you,

on this glorious day!

A young boy enters my doors,
but leaves a man!

Gratitude for your hospitalities.

We are in your debt.

As are we all.

Ilithyia!

I'd begun to fear for your health.

A momentary lapse.

I've been tended to with
most compassionate care

within these walls.

Where are the gladiators?

Numerius.

He couldn't sleep last night,
for excitement.

Who can blame him?!

To stand among the greatest titans

of the Republic, his to command.

Mine? Really?

Each of my proud warriors
has been instructed

to regard your orders
as if from my own lips.

Flavius will be filled
with great envy.

As he should!

Even more so when he hears
the Champion of Capua himself

has given you a tour of the ludus.

Spartacus?!

He awaits your presence,
with permission of your father...

I would have better fortune
reigning Apollo's horses.

Guards! Escort young Numerius

to the training square.

I've never seen him
in higher spirits.

The House of Batiatus
has such an effect.

Have you ever witnessed a
view from their balcony?

It simply overwhelms the senses.

Come.

Let us gaze upon
Capua's perfection.

And give the men private moment

to discuss how ravishing
their women are.

Ilithyia resides with you?

For the moment.

A valued friend.

With connection to the senate
in both husband and father.

Value indeed.

One must choose one's
company with exceeding care.

Or else be dragged down by them.

Preparations are in order?

Set as if the boy was my own.

Ease all concern.

This night will be
etched in the memories of

all in attendance.

What is it like,
having the life of another

resting in your hands?

My sword may deliver
the final blow,

but a gladiator's
fate is for the crowd

and the editor to decide.

You have no wall over by the cliff!

The very reason I find it
best not to train there.

Has anyone ever fallen below?

I've witnessed but one.

Come.

It's been a long time
since last we trained.

Let us see what you remember.

The magistrate's son
graces our sands...

And this is what greets him?

Would that I had an opponent
worthy of his interest.

I would spar with you.

I meant a real gladiator.

Crixus shows impeccable form.

Mm, I shall prove otherwise
at your ceremony tonight.

Anyone else dare challenge?

Our fight is not yet finished.

Stand down, pup,

before your shriveling
cock wets the sand.

The man is beaten.

In body, perhaps.

Yet confrontation

is often not won by force,

but by will.

Stay down, you ignorant shit.

Enough!

The man is soundly defeated,
yet treated as victor?

A sign of respect,

for his courage.

See him to the Medicus.

Is everyday like this?

I was unaware you possessed

such a skilled hand at latrunculi.

Well, I consider myself a
student of military strategy.

To win, one must maneuver to
catch ones opponent unawares.

As it is in war,
so it is in politics.

Hm, another subject of my interest.

Perhaps..

Father!

Spartacus gave me his sword,
so I could practice!

Numerius, you are filthy!

I fear he will form a crust
if not sent to water.

No, we shall see him well prepared

before the guests arrive.

Naevia, escort
Numerius to the bath.

Yes, Domina.

Ah!

Just through here.

There is yet much the boy in him.

For but a moment longer.

Tonight Numerius becomes a man.

Clean?

Or do you yet require
a hard scrubbing...

No, I am...

I am...

Yes, you are.

Nothing more sensual
than a warm bath.

Mm, the water caressing your skin.

Your eyes seem rather... fixed.

Apologies.

None required.

This is your night, Numerius.

One that occurs but once
in a man's lifetime.

I am filled with much excitement.

Of course you are.

Your life unfolds before you.

Many glories.

Many honors.

Many pleasures...

The choices you make tonight

will ripple through time,

altering fates and destinies.

So much rests in your hands.

And I would see them
properly filled...

Um, very nice.

Then he'd jump up and
stab him down like that..

Yeah!

He'd block that back...

A fine celebration, Batiatus!

I've never seen the boy so happy.

Let us call him boy no longer.

Uh, does he not
appear to you a man?

He does seem to stand taller,
does he not?

By quite some measure.

Soon he will rival the stature
of his honored father.

It gives great pride, to know

I have such an heir to
carry the name Calavius.

Every house should be so blessed.

I believe your son will
do extraordinary things.

I for one cannot wait to see them.

Give me a go, come on..

It appears the wife of the Legatus

yet harbors grudge.

She is a cat absent claws.

Yet fangs remain.

Gratitude for last night.

The man overstepped.

I merely made correction.

Still, the heart swells
at such kindness.

Then see it deflate.

I would have done the
same for any woman.

You are an ass.

Uh, the Champion of Capua...

Always making friends.

I need but one.

Fortunate.

Since it appears one
is all you have.

Her husband is mad with worry!

Licinia has completely vanished!

She slipped away in the night

absent slaves and not seen since.

A proper woman should never
travel without escort.

Her cousin good Crassus has offered

substantial reward
for her discovery,

larger still towards punishment

if harm's been done.

But who would wish such a thing

upon a relation of Crassus?

Why that would be madness.

It is revelation what
we are capable of,

when pushed to brink.

Or pulled.

Well, there can only be one cause

to slip out in the night,

absent slaves or husbands.

Oh!

She is married to a fat little man,

who sprouts hair as if beast.

Who could blame her?

Flown to the arms of another,
as Helen to Paris!

Ha!

I fear Rome must be
absent her beauty...

For tonight the
jewels of the Republic

stand glittering
before me in Capua.

Good Solonius.

You decided to attend.

Who could resist
such divine company?

Do my eyes deceive!

Solonius, come from
the shadow to the light?

Embrace me as brother!

Would that blood were our bond.

I almost did not recognize you,

so gaunt of cheek.

Are you quite well?

My health has never been better.

Sadly the same can't be said

for your fortunes
in the arena, huh?

Have you had opportunity
to greet the magistrate?

He was deep in conference with
the consularis when I arrived.

As the evening wears,
I am certain he will find time

for the less significant guests.

Gratitude for the invitation.

I hope soon to return the favor.

Did you see the look upon his face?

He's the rictus of a man dying,

a slice at a time.

I would have the fatal
cut in a single stroke.

Oh, I prefer as many
strokes as possible,

to maximize the pleasure.

I was unaware you had taste
for such exotic treats.

We cannot be seen together.

I find it curious
that Batiatus would

extend me invitation.

What is he planning?

To humiliate you
before the magistrate.

Your master swims in deep waters.

Some day soon he shall
disappear beneath the waves.

Come! Gather,

esteemed guests,

and those of questionable repute.

Tonight the house of
Batiatus is humbled

to help celebrate a
most glorious occasion.

The son of magistrate Calavius,

casts off the robes of a boy

and becomes a proper roman man!

Yet before he dons
the toga virilis,

let us honor him
with sport and blood!

A contest between the
present and the past.

Spartacus, Champion of Capua!

Step forward!

And Crixus!

Former champion, step...

Wait.

I fear Crixus has seen
his best day past.

I would have Varro
fight in his place.

You are the editor, young master!

Your will, our hands!

Varro! Step forward!

Did you have hand in my elevation?

The boy's change comes as surprise.

It seems the gods
favor us both now.

Honor the boy.

Honor the ludus.

Numerius insults Crixus
in our own house!

Let it pass.

The magistrate's happiness
is our only concern. Hm!

Come Numerius!

These men, these
titans of the arena,

await your command!

Let us give them a show.

Begin!

Oh!

My fucking flank!

Protect it,

and next time it may be
you who stands victorious.

Spartacus, still the
Champion of Capua!

And Varro, formidable opponent,

one to watch closely in the arena!

Come Numerius!

Pass judgment on
our fallen warrior!

Apologies, magistrate,

it was agreed this was
an exhibition only.

Not a fight to the death.

Father...

Numerius has made his decision.

I will reimburse you
the cost of the man.

Proceed.

Do we have a problem, Batiatus?

I said proceed.

Don't...

Don't.

They will kill us both.

There is no choice.

There is always a choice.

Not this time.

Spartacus!

Live...

And see my family provided for.

And know...

I would have done the same...

I am forever indebted to
your hospitality, Batiatus.

Think nothing of it.

A favor for a dear friend.

He calls for blood
without hesitation!

Such boldness will one day
lead him to the senate.

The noblest of ambitions.

I myself have designs
towards political office.

Is that so?

Well, not the senate, not so soon,

but something local.

I would speak to you of support,
perhaps tomorrow..

I leave for the coast on business.

Well, when you return then.

Politics is too dull for
a man of your persuasion!

You would ache for the sights
and sounds of the arena.

A sacrifice I would gladly make

in the service to Rome.

Batiatus, you are a fine lanista.

Perhaps the finest
in all the Republic.

But politics...

It requires a different sort.

Citizens of status,
with the proper heritage.

Just so.

Relish what you know best.

Leave politics to the men
with breeding for it.

Come, good Solonius!

We have not had occasion
to speak this evening.

The magistrate's response?

To be answered in blood.

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