All language subtitles for Spartacus Vengeance - 2x05 - Libertus.en

Gannicus has proven himself,

let him be rewarded
with freedom.

You have earned the Rudis.

Proof you no longer
stand a slave.

Your wife betrayed you.

One last fuck.

And we will fight till
the last drop of Roman blood--

I'm not a Roman.

Naevia is dead.

Fucking shit!

I'll fucking kill you.

Have you lost mind?

Naevia lives.

I will not fucking die
for this.

Have these men
not fall here tonight,

but in the arena

before all of Capua!

Gain your father's approval
to dissolve your marriage,

and find me as wet with desire

as you now stand.

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[ chanting ]
Kill! Kill! Kill!

A fine showing.

To be forever remembered
by adoring crowd.

As will the name Varinius,

who bestows such
generous gifts.

Indeed.

He shall never be forgotten.

Same cannot be said of all men.

Would that more
stood your equal.

A pity there is but one of him,

so soon recalled to Rome.

A brief yet profitable stay.

Your games have given
the city much needed

distraction
in these dark times.

The executions begin.

A glorious finale
to our stay at Capua.

If only Spartacus
were among the condemned.

The man shall be put to grass
soon enough, Mercato.

My men move towards
this very purpose.

Until such a time
let us send message,

punctuated in blood.

Hannibal stands at our gates!

A phrase used to invoke fear

among the children of Rome.

A specter
of the Carthaginian animal

who besieged this city

with terror and death
many years past.

Yet as is the fate
of all enemies

of the Republic,

Hannibal passed from this life

at the end of a Roman sword!

[ cheering ]

A fate that will
one day be shared

by the rebel Spartacus!

Was it not your
distant relative,

Appius Claudius Pulcher,

who failed to defeat Hannibal

in the first battle of Capua?

It was.

The gods have yet to bless us
with such glorious sight.

Yet they grace us with
portent upon horizon!

Three of Spartacus'
most trusted men,

their deaths to serve
as warning

to all who would challenge Rome!

Booo!

Kill those bastards!

Get ready to die!

You fuckers!

They've got to be
shed ad gladium

by the warriors whose victories

this day have earned them
position in the Primus!

Yet who shall lead
the forces of Rome?

Who deserves such
storied mantle?

There stands but one!

The only gladiator
from this fair city

to ever earn his freedom

upon the sands!

A true God of the Arena!

I give you...

Gannicus!

[ chanting ]
Gannicus! Gannicus! Gannicus!

Kill them, Gannicus!

Kill them all!

Why would he do this?

Because he's a man
without honor.

We at last face
each other upon the sands.

As Melitta always feared.

Is it true?

Did you lay with her,

the night she left this world?

Oenomaus --

Begin.

We should not
have torn our forces.

If we had been
with you at the mines...

Even more would lay dead
within its tunnels.

Mistakes were made
on both sides.

Let us place them behind us,

or risk finding them repeated.

We have found something...

Finally, the gods
fucking show favor.

Let us see to what extent...

Bring the others.

Search for weapons.

Something may have
been left behind.

A roof over our heads.

Ah, mostly.

We shall take rest,
consider future.

There holds none for you
in my fucking temple.

So. The gods finally
fuck me to the afterlife.

Care to join me?

We seek only shelter.

Nothing more.

Spartacus --

You are Spartacus?

I am.

Then I mistake
fucking for blessing!

This temple has remained
absent worship for many years.

It does not offer much
in the way of comforts,

but I would share what I have.

Gratitude.

You would trust wine and words
from a Roman shit?

And what are you?

A Gaul, by your
lack of manners?

I am no fucking Gaul.

I am Agron, from the lands
east of the Rhine.

And I am Lucius,
a Roman of the Caelian clan.

A pleasure to make
fucking acquaintance.

Why are you here, Lucius?

I did have more
esteemed lodgings once.

A villa.

Land, horses.

A family.

Struck from this world
by Sulla's black heart.

Sulla?

He too was a Roman.

Yet marched upon
his own people.

Punishing any who
dared to defy him.

Your eyes seemed to brighten,
when you heard my name.

Unexpected from a Roman.

The ones I held to heart
were slaughtered by the same.

They stand no kin to me now.

And yet the man who
would make them suffer,

I would gladly call brother.

You could not have made speech

before swilling
the last of the wine?

Had I known you
were for this temple,

I'd have stocked it
to the fucking rafters.

I thought the lot of you fallen
in the mines of Lucania.

Where have you heard such tale?

In the streets of Neapolis,

frequented for trading.

The city is afire
with news of your defeat.

The only survivors
to be executed

at Varinius' fucking games.

Survivors?

Give names.

I know only that three
stand for the sands ....

and one by word marked
as the Undefeated Gaul.

Crixus?

He yet lives?

Only to see sun
break dawn once more.

The games come to an end
when it sets.

As do the lives of your men.

Spartacus yet evades death.

While we fucking embrace it.

As I will embrace Naevia.

When she is returned to my arms

in the afterlife.

Where Melitta awaits you.

I long for reunion.

And the answers it will bring.

How you will stir the crowd!

Tales of the prowess
of Gannicus yet fill the air,

rivaling those
of Hercules himself!

His labors were rewarded
with immortality.

Fortunate for you I seek
more earthly payment.

To be provided upon
completion of your services.

I find myself light of coin.

A few dropped in hand
would anchor purpose.

Of course.

I would not wish to see wind

carry you aloft short
of the appointed hour.

I shall see it done.

It will be glorious spectacle!

Come!

I would present you
to the Magistrate

and Praetor Varinius himself.

Let them gaze upon
the legend in the arena,

with the rest
of the howling mob.

I am for wine, and the embrace
of questionable women.

How did he fall?

We came upon Spartacus
and his men while giving chase.

The villain himself
delivered grievous injury.

And yet you stand before me,

drawing breath.

I came to your tribune's aid,

pulling him away to staunch
life flowing from wound.

Noble effort.

Bearing no fruit.
Praetor --

Send word to Senator Albinius.

Spartacus will not be
among the slaves

executed at tomorrows games.

And the Syrian?

Oh, he will yet have chance
to afford himself in battle.

In the arena,

to be executed with
the other worthless slaves.

No! Praetor, I beg of you!

Praetor!

Yet another disappointment.

Spartacus evades
poor Gaius once again.

I fear your games will suffer
from the Thracian's absence.

Good Mercato
assures me grand spectacle.

I would not have your husband's
failure dampen spirits.

As I would not have
him remain so titled.

The very purpose
of our gathering.

News of your desires towards
loving daughter lifts heart.

Yet we must proceed
with caution.

I would not have Gaius
aware of our plans

until presented
with dissolution.

Let us take leave,

and further discuss
how to proceed.

I long for constraints
to be shed,

and our fortunes
returned to Rome.

As I long for you by my side,

holding position of wife.

Remove encumbrance
as discussed,

and we will see this
to proper end.

Encumbrance?

I am to untether myself
from unfortunate lineage.

You would see
your child never born?

A necessary thing.

To ensure a more worthy heir.

I am in your debt.

Spartacus told me what
you have done for Nasir.

If it were not for you...

It's because of me that
he lays near death.

They never should
have come to the mines.

I did what I could to stop them.

Would that you had done more.

Naevia...

The hope of seeing Crixus again
was all that kept me alive.

Each day I begged the gods

to see him to my arms.

And this is how
they fucking answer?

By allowing his touch,

only to be ripped
from it forever?

He would not be swayed
from attempt.

None of them would.

I wish Lucretia
had taken my life.

Then Crixus would not
have to sacrificed his

for something soiled and ruined.

Spartacus calls for you.

Nasir?

He yet fights.

As do we all.

The Romans would have it
believed otherwise.

Lucius tells of spreading word,

that we are all but defeated.

Let them come.

And find assumption false.

I would not wait for such a day.

Nor see our brothers
fall in the arena.

You would lay attack
on the arena?

Our numbers are low.

More so of men able with sword.

A thing known by Glaber
and his soldiers.

They would never
think us to make attempt.

For good fucking reason.

Who is more familiar
with the arena,

than men who have fought
upon its sands?

What are your thoughts?

These executions
serve as message.

That Rome will smother any flame

that burns against it's rule.

I would send message
of our own.

One that will ignite the hearts
of all yet enslaved.

It is a heavy burden.

Stilling life
that grows inside you.

I had thought deed
of lighter concern.

I do not know why I pause.

A woman will always be moved
to protect her child.

Yet it must be done.

Perhaps it wise
to delay the act.

Your absence at the games
will draw notice.

My absence?

I have forced silphium
on many slaves,

to rid the House of Batiatus
of unwanted burden.

You will sicken.

And bleed.

For many days.

I will attest such
to your father.

If he so presses
for reason of staying hand.

You prove wise counsel.

A service I would
continue to provide.

Do you wish to
accompany me to Rome?

I wish only to be at your side.

There is yet much
of the past between us.

Let us see if there
is a future.

Be quick.

At last she comes.

Other matters have drawn
my attention.

I would see it towards
current fucking plight.

Do you think that
I would allow you

to perish upon the sands?

After all you have done for me?

I will break words
with Glaber --

He places blame for
Spartacus evading capture.

He will not listen to you.

Yet he will heed
the will of the gods,

as he has so graciously
in the past.

I shall whisper of them.

Of how you were returned to us

from dark woods for a purpose.

Of how the gods
yet have use for you.

As do I.

What would you have of me now?

There's a red vial
secreted among

Ilithyia's jewelry.

I would see its
contents replaced

with water and bitter herb.

I've seen such red vials
within this house before.

And witnessed their effect.

And when none are presented,

it will be taken as a sign

that her child must be born.

A task easier seen
by your own hand.

You are close to her,

and move freely
through the villa.

The risk of discovery
is too great.

Ilithyia must be given
no reason to doubt me.

Or all will fall to ruin.

And how am I
to do such a thing?

Even free of bondage
I am no spirit,

able to pass
through fucking gate.

Was I not the domina
of this house?

Gates part in remembrance...

And if I am discovered?

Do not be.

I will see myself
freed of bondage.

At any cost.

Is such a thing possible?

I would see it so.

Or fall with Crixus
in the arena.

If the gods yet care,

may they speed your return.

Where do we go?

Nasir.

Give me a sword.

I will join you.

I would have you rest
yet a while longer.

This time you stay.

And I go.

We must move.

The boy cheats death.

Perhaps it is a sign.

We can not rely on omen.

We must take strength
in just cause,

and bring it to bear.

You have all heard whispers
of what we attempt.

I would overtake soft voice
with bold words.s.

We are for the arena in Capua.

And if you do not return?

Lucius Caelius
knows these lands.

If we are too long from you,

I would ask that
he show you safe path.

Far from the reach of Glaber
and his soldiers.

We have suffered wound and loss.

We have been divided.

Yet we are free.

A thing beyond price.

A thing I would see condemned
brothers embrace once again.

And in the doing of it,

spread word to every slave
yet beneath heel

that even the mighty Republic
bleeds when struck.

You fuck like a god...

I would share a cup...

to regain sense...

I have not seen you
here before, have I?

I've been many years from Capua.

What brings return?

I come for the games.

I wish I could see them.

I will trade place.

You stand upon the sands

and I will drink and fuck
until the gods take me.

The sands?

You are Gannicus!

The gladiator
who gained his freedom!

Shadow of the same.

I've never heard of another
who's won the rudis.

May I touch it?

These markings...

They tell of your victories?

They tell of glories,
long forgotten.

Why do you carry it,
if it troubles mind?

It must always remain
at my side,

even in the arena.

Proof that I am
no longer a slave.

Reminder of choices
made while I was yet one.

Melitta!

Breathe!

Let us put talk behind us.

I would fall to bed.

Wine and the memory
of your thighs

to brace against coming day.

It is a blessing.

To be forever removed
from this fucking house.

May it crumble in our wake.

See them delivered to the arena,

prepared for execution.

Praetor.

Praetor!

Apologies, I would have word.

You draw breath
only because Lucretia

cautions the gods
yet foretell of your worth.

Press me,

and see prophecy ignored.

I but wish to fulfill it,
this very day.

Ready.

March.

Speak then,
and let us gauge divinity.

My eyes fell upon
most curious sight,

witnessed from my cell.

Your wife's slave
stealing through the night.

In her hand a thing
familiar to me.

One I fear you may
have no knowledge of...

See the litter well stocked
with water and wine.

I would not stand
before Varinius

parched from this fucking heat.

Yes, Domina.

Gaius.

I thought you for
the arena with your men.

Have the gods ever
beheld such beauty?

You flatter.

Leave us.

We will be past
the appointed hour.

They will wait.

As I have waited,
for blessings longed for...

It will be a glorious day.

One you would see never arrive.

Gaius --

Do not fucking attempt lie.

I know what I hold.

And the intent it carries.

Why?

Because you are not
worthy of an heir.

You are not worthy of me.

Have we drifted so far?

From the love we once held?

It is a speck
upon distant shore.

Too small to draw notice.

I will hold my child in my arms.

And you will play part
of dutiful mother and wife.

I will not.

You will do as
your husband commands.

Then I pray Varinius
gives them with softer voice.

Varinius?

My father dissolves
our marriage

in favor of more
promising opportunity.

I return with him to Rome

at the close of the games.

You conspire against me.

We do what we must,

in face of growing
disappointment.

I will have words
with your father.

To what end?

He allowed you my hand
only because I begged

with teary eye,
wet with thoughts of love.

They now stand dry.

A desert deprived of rain.

Is there nothing
left between us?

Memories only.

Yet they too shall fade.

Come.

Let us present ourselves
as husband and wife.

For the last time.

[ yelling ]

The crowd has turned
to sour mood.

We can place no blame.

Except perhaps upon
cause of delay.

Apologies.

My husband found
himself distracted

by unexpected concerns.

Matters of great import then,

to keep honored guest
and all of Capua waiting.

It was of a pressing nature.

I would condemn
such transgressions

to distant past,

and turn eye toward
more deserving future.

Such thoughts kept sleep at bay.

I pray the conclusion
of this day brings you comfort.

As you have brought to all
touched by your divine presence.

Let us begin,
and see it come to pass.

What are we waiting for?

Get on with it!

Citizens of Capua!

We gather this day
to witness an end

to the storied games
of your humble editor,

Publius Varinius.

And in their closing,

know that I have not
forgone the mores

of noonday execution.

But rather, find tradition
exalted to position

of the Primus!

And each contest
that leads us to it

shall determine which men
stand worthy to deliver

the justice of Rome!

[ cheering ]

Let spectacles of blood
no longer hold pause!

Enter Mycter!

Samnite!

Enter Abiron!

Murmillo!

Yeah!!!

May the gods bless us with a day

forever etched upon memory.

Begin!

[ chanting ]
Kill! Kill! Kill!

A display to shake the heavens!

You possess a gift for
the pairing of gladiators,

Mercato!

Have you ever considered
plying such trade in Rome?

You honor me, Praetor.

Yet my fortunes
are tied to Capua.

Is it your intent to spirit
away everyone of note?

I have thoughts
toward but a few.

Your husband's eyes
betray darkening storm.

He has made
unfortunate discovery,

within my bedchambers.

Unfortunate indeed.

We reach final contest
before the Primus!

Who shall prove himself a god,

worthy to take vengeance
against the enemies of Rome?

Enter Masonius!

Hoplomachus!

Enter Strabo!

Murmillo!

[ chanting ]
Kill! Kill! Kill!

A fine showing.

To be forever remembered
by adoring crowd.

As will the name Varinius,

who bestows such
generous gifts.

Indeed.

He shall never be forgotten.

Same cannot be said of all men.

The executions begin.

[ chanting ]
Kill! Kill! Kill!

Two against an army?

I do not care for your odds.

You will see them
towards our favor.

You are clear to your purpose?

We will see it done.

It gives strength.

Knowing you stand with me.

We must work quickly.

If any of you hold faith
in any gods,

now would be time
to fucking entreat them.

Quick! Quick!

Hannibal stands at our gates!

A phrase used
to invoke fear among

the children of Rome.

A specter
of the Carthaginian animal

For many years I have dreamed
of my return to the arena.

It is an honor.

To stand beside
you upon the sands.

Hannibal passed from this life

at the end of a Roman sword!

Your time has come.

A fate that will
one day be shared

by the rebel Spartacus!

They give us swords
absent fucking edge.

Absent hope of victory as well.

Let us prove them fools
for giving us swords at all.

Booo!

Kill those Bastards!

I hope you die!
Fuckers!

I wanna see your
insides, prisoners!

This day grants
undeserved honor.

I have longed
to share the sands

with Gannicus,
the greatest champion

ever to enter the arena.

There stand no champions here.

Only men and their fates.

Yet who shall lead
the forces of Rome?

Who deserves such
storied mantle?

You are from
the House of Batiatus?

There stands but one!

A lifetime ago.

And now you take to the sands,

to claim the lives
of your brothers?

If they must fall,

I would see them
to honorable death.

A true God of the Arena!

Given by one who
yet holds them to heart.

I give you Gannicus!

[ cheering ]

Gannicus!

Gannicus!

[ chanting ]
Gannicus! Gannicus! Gannicus!

I begin to question
fucking plan.

We are committed.

Steel nerve, and be ready for --

She was my wife.

And you my brother.

No!

He is mine!

This is the place.

You there?!

Halt!

The Gaul finally nears his end.

A fate long overdue.

They take too long.

We must wait
or see effort failed.

I never wanted to feel
what I felt for her!

I never wanted any of this!

Rhaskos!

Fuck.

Wait.

It's not working fast enough!

The chains.

Wrap them around the supports.

Pull!

Pull!

I will send you
to her arms, brother.

Pull!

Now!

What's happening?!

Let's get out of here.

Clear way!

Clear fucking way --

Mercato!

Mercato!

Mercato!

I would see us gone
from here, brother.

Kill them!

Give hand!

Spartacus.

Cossutius!

The path is clear!

Spartacus once again
makes fool of you.

Your days in the Senate
have found their end!

Spartacus!

We must move!

No, we must find Oenomaus!

This way.

Gaius...

Help me Please...

Help me, please.

I'm not the fool you
and your daughter think me.

Help me with him.

Go. I will follow.

Spartacus.

I have had my fill of games.

Let us leave
this arena forever.

Citizens!

Citizens, calm yourselves!

Gather your fucking men!

Come. I would see
you safe to the villa.

Gaius...

Where is my father?

He has fallen,
at the hands of Spartacus.

We will survive this.

Together.

As husband and wife.