All language subtitles for Spartacus Gods of the Arena - 1x03 - Paterfamilias.HDTV.2HD+SYS.en

Lucretia: — You’ll become the greatest
lanista in the Republic.

— Have you.

— Crixus.

— I would make purchase.

— You paid to much for the man.

— e man is nothing, I paid to gain favor.

— If a man of wealth and position

— such as Varus requested my men.

— He meets with Vittius.

— I expect him to bleed,

— as I rip Varus from his grasp.

— Is he not of a form, our champion?

— I would have demonstration.

— Have him fuck this one.

— Your father would never…

— I am not my fuckin’ father!

— Fact well known!

— Inform Oenomaus, that he is to assume mantel of doctore.

— Prove yourself worthy Oenomaus.

— I would see him perform again,

— in the primus of my games.

— Sync by mczolly —
—=«O»=—
www.addic7ed.com

— ♪ —

— We have won many victories in the arena.

— Sent many an unworthy opponent to the aſterlife.

— Yet self important men hold us

— to lesser matches of the morning,

— absent both eyes and prominence.

— Such time has found its end!

— Two days hence,

— our champion will take to the sands

— to face another of Vettius’ shit-eating dogs.

— Not in the streets, but in the fucking primus!

— [ Roaring ]

— Behold the champion whose recent performance

— inspired good Varus to return the house

— of Batiatus to proper position!

— Behold, Gannicus!

— [ Cheering ]

— Gannicus!

— Gannicus!

— An inspired performance, indeed.

— One not to be repeated.

— A true God of the arena!

— A man to be admired and emulated!

— is is but glorious beginning!

— Soon you will litter the sands with the blood and bone

— of all who present challenge!

— Instructed in the ways of death and glory

— by a former champion!

— One of our very own!

— I give you Oenomaus!

— [ Cheering ]

— No longer to hold that name!

— No longer a gladiator!

— Now and forever, to be revered as your Doctore!

— is has been wielded with pride

— by each before you,

— since the time of my grandfather.

— Bestowed only on the most loyal and honorable of men.

— Your will. My hands.

— [ Yelling ]

— e primus.

— To gain such position, Varus must truly have been impressed

— with your prowess.

— As am I.

— It was nothing.

— It is a great honor.

— For yourself, and this Ludus.

— Both of you bring honor to this Ludus.

— Each in his own way.

— Did you note how he could scarce meet my eye?

— He must now heed my commands,

— and does not embrace it.

— Will the other men share sentiment

— towards my «honored» position?

— It is his position that stirs troubled thoughts.

— He sets mind to the primus.

— As you must to training the men.

— I know this is not what you wished for.

— And yet here I stand.

— Elevated.

— As you deserve.

— For taking a life?

— For betraying hand that forged the man before you?

— ere was no betrayal in what you did.

— Some acts cannot be avoided,

— when stripped of choice.

— Now turn thoughts from unfortunate past.

— We must look towards days to come, and embrace them.

— Barca.

— Pair with Crixus.

— e rest of you… Continue training.

— At last, the gods remove cock from fucking ass!

— (Laughs)

— e house of Batiatus…No…

— e house of Quintus Lentulus Batiatus

— rises to the fucking heavens!

— (Laughs)

— Soon my champions will be carved in stone,

— towering above all who came before.

— And Gannicus

— will be thfirst of them

— aſter victory in the fucking primus.

— e position not gained absent aid.

— I offered naught but introduction.

— And a few selective words of suggestion…

— You could wile the goddess laverna herself!

— Your place in this will not pass without

— much fucking gratitude.

— e kind I favor most…

— Has a man ever been so blessed?

— Quintus.

— Father…?

— Gather yourself.

— I would have words.

— I leave this house in your care,

— and this is what greets me upon return?

— I was not expecting your arrival.

— Am I to announce myself to the walls that I own?

— Of course not. Yet if I had known

— of your return from sicilia..

— e knowledge would have produced what result? Huh?

— Flowers and scented oils laid to meet me,

— masking sight of a son gone to shit?

— I but celebrate.

— Upon what cause?

— Angering Tullius with refusal of reasonable offer?

— Your exclusion from the games?

— How do you come by that?

— I am old, Quintus.

— Not dead.

— ere are still those in Capua that hold my name in regard,

— and would see me well informed.

— Good Solonius counted among them.

— Solonius?

— He sent word of his concerns

— regarding your dealings with Tullius.

— e man is seized by unnecessary worry.

— Your face suggests otherwise.

— A minor disagreement.

— Nothing with a man such as Tullius is ever minor.

— A fact obvious to the simplest of minds.

— en it is a blessing a greater one than mine has arrived.

— [Sighs]

— My frustration is more with myself.

— You never wished for this.

— e Ludus, gladiators, the blood, the sand.

— Your eyes were always towards the horizon,

— to glories and triumphs

— forever out of reach of a common lanista.

— And yet here I stand. A lanista.

— Like my father.

— Not like him at all.

— You have never been able to look into the eyes of a man,

— and gauge his true heart.

— Only days past, I looked into the eyes of Quintilius Varus.

— And «gauged» way to secure the primus in his games.

— Varus has never employed a lanista not blessed by Tullius.

— Why now break tradition?

— Because I possess what Tullius does not.

— Gannicus.

— Gannicus?

— (Snorts)

— e man is a jest, inciting more laughter than awe.

— And now I find him desired by half of Rome?

— Much has changed in your absence.

— And much has remained the same.

— I would review my men, and see how they have fared,

— denied proper guidance.

— Have feast prepared as instructed.

— And send to market for an
amphora of mulsum. – Yes, Domina.

— e highest quality, not that shit from flavus.

— Again with the honeyed wine.

— Does the corpse drink nothing else?

— Lower your fucking voice.

— e man has severed you from moorings.

— He is the paterfamilias!

— One word dropped from his tongue

— could see us both to the streets.

— We must be beyond reproach, or fall to ruin.

— Very well.

— I will be a vision of demure obedience and propriety.

— On the outside, at least.

— We are honored by your return to Capua, father.

— I am certain your heart swells.

— Oh, the clime of sicilia has
most certainly restored health.

— Perhaps you do not recall me.

— Gaia, a dear friend of..

— e memory of you has not yet faded.

— Quintus.

— We must prove this fucking house in order.

— And prompt decision for his quick return to sicilia.

— Withered old fuck.

— Eat, brothers! You bear the mark now.

— Savor the taste of victory!

— [In aramaic]

— Our piss once again finds its way to their mouths!

— As if sucked from our cocks!

— Argh!

— We bear the fucking mark!

— Received absent the test.

— A fucking goat may bear the mark.

— It does not make him a brother.

— [In aramaic]

— What did he say? Fucked if I know.

— He wants some more.

— [ Laughing ]

— You should not eat with lower men.

— You are Doctore now.

— A title I did not seek.

— I would not have events absent my control come between us.

— Nor would I.

— Ah, greetings.

— Auctus.

— Nurto.

— Oenomaus!

— You assume mantle of Doctore?

— Aſter unfortunate death of his predecessor.

— I chose Oenomauss replacement, knowing that he..

— Gather your food and let us retire to your cell.

— I would exchange stories of the passing years, old friend.

— Dominus.

— e way they Fawn.. Over him!

— Falling to knee to lick his fucking ass!

— He takes over my house. My gladiators.

— My fucking bed!

— Did he give voice toward length of stay?

— He gives voice only towards considerable faults

— of un-fucking-worthy son.

— Leave.

— I secure the primus, and he acts as if

— I shit upon the name Batiatus.

— Oh, you raise it, beyond anything he can imagine.

— He will see this,

— and bitter tongue will turn to praise.

— He would sooner bite it off,

— than have it betray him so.

— I had forgotten the feeling.

— is sudden abyss,

— as he sets disapproving eye upon me.

— Come.

— You will not need endure his presence long.

— His health is fled in these climes before.

— Should he fail to realize that his house…

— his name… is in proper hands,

— a forced return to sicilia will eventually arise.

— I would see him removed sooner.

— Your return liſts the heart, Dominus.

— Only for those who yet possess one.

— Gratitude.

— Attend!

— Pair up!

— Crixus, spar with Barca.

— Auctus… work the palus until Gannicus joins us.

— Oenomaus!

— is one is too small!

— I would have something the size of a man!

— Barca.

— Do as your Doctore commands.

— Yes, Dominus.

— Come. Let us see what is between your legs.

— e Gaul winces from spear…

— As he would from my cock!

— Is my long, hard weapon too much for you, little man?

— I am without lesson against it.

— But your instructions are well received.

— [In aramaic]

— Apologies.

— You rise earlier than expected.

— I rise at proper hour.

— An attribute neither you nor your man Gannicus

— seem to share.

— Harsh words will find the man’s ear.

— Uh, it could be shouted yet ignored.

— Gannicus is no champion.

— I would promote Auctus or half a dozen men in his place.

— A matter we disagree on.

— One of many.

— What man spars with Barca?

— Crixus, a fierce Gaul of worthy stock.

— I recall name from the ledger.

— A sapling of exceeding cost.

— e man will earn the mark,

— and see investment well returned.

— Doctore! Bring Crixus up!

— My father would have closer inspection…

— no. Continue training.

— We are to town for necessary business.

— I will have Barca prepared as an escort.

— Barca is a gladiator.

— Trained to wield weapon in the arena,

— not be yours in the street. Now come.

— Your late rise already threatens the appointed hour.

— You would have me sit with this fucking man?

— I would have you silent.

— While I attempt repair of damaged relation.

— Titus.

— Good to lay eyes, old friend.

— Your experience in delicate matters of business

— has been sorely missed.

— To be rectified presently.

— Come, sit.

— You recall my associate,

— Vettius? Vettius?

— Oh, you were but a child last I knew.

— How the years flee from us.

— How fares your father?

— Dead.

— Oh. Apologies.

— How terrible.

— e boy is ill-starred acquaintance

— with such misfortunes.

— Why only days past he was set upon in our own streets,

— on way to appointment with Quintilius Varus.

— Varus?

— e same man who, absent Vettius’ presence,

— managed to find way to your Ludus..

— Where this fucking cock eater stole the primus from me!

— Vettius!

— Hold your tongue.

— How do you answer this?

— He accuses absent cause.

— My wife and her friend Gaia came upon good Varus in town,

— baking under noon-day sun.

— Gaia?

— She knew Varus from her days in Rome,

— offered respite at my villa

— while he waited for the absent boy to come to purpose.

— A fortunate coincidence for all involved.

— And was it this same fortune that saw me

— set upon by your fucking men?

— Did you see faces?

— Did they bear my mark, you wet cunt..

— Enough!

— Remove yourself to the street.

— Go.

— And leave reasonable men to discourse.

— Your son has much to learn in

— the ways of diplomacy.

— A subject all young men struggle to master.

— Let us school them in its ways.

— You are better matched against wooden men.

— Work the palus, Gaul.

— Resume!

— Are we to follow Barca’s commands now?

— He shares my thoughts.

— e Gaul falters against spear.

— Perhaps advice from a champion would aid his cause…

— Days past you fought me with something

— approaching skill.

— Yet opposite Barca, you act as his lover.

— Face down with cheeks your spread.

— e spear is unknown to me.

— You are Gaul.

— Did you never face the arverni?

— My years before capture never held the privilege.

— ey wield spear with deadly purpose.

— As does Barca, from the judging.

— He but instructs.

— Each blow a lesson never to be repeated.

— You should be quite the scholar.

— By the time he has beaten you to death.

— Crixus.

— You fought well against my two swords.

— Rid a hoplomachus of his spear,

— and he is leſt with only one weapon.

— Barca!

— If you have done with your man’s cock,

— I would have proper contest.

— e gods bless Barca with another tiny man to fuck.

— (Laughs)

— Your Gannicus appears in fine form.

— As he will in the primus,

— elevating the house with glorious performance.

— My heart yet races at the thought of his last.

— We’ll place such memories behind us.

— A difficult feat, when so enjoyed by all.

— Some more than others.

— Come here.

— Apologies, Domina.

— Guests have arrived.

— Guests…?

— Varus.

— We were not expecting..

— Oh, the fault is mine, for failing to announce.

— Good Cossutius is on stay from
Rome to celebrate the vinalia.

— Aſter I extolled the virtues of the house of Batiatus..

— I demanded introduction immediately.

— You honor us, but my husband tends to

— final preparations for tomorrow’s games in town.

— Oh. How disappointing.

— Yet we could remove ourselves to the balcony

— for proper viewing of his gladiators until his return.

— I fear you mistake intent.

— I was not regaling Cossutius with tales of your men.

— But of your house’s more…

— Intimate delights.

— I fear that was a… Special consideration.

— Was it?

— Perhaps Vettius will be more accommodating then.

— Concerning this and my primus.

— It would be unfortunate to have come so far,

— and find hands empty.

— Would it not?

— I would not have it so.

— Excellent!

— Let us prepare Gannicus and…

— no. What joy is there in exploring

— ground already discovered?

— None at all.

— What do you offer?

— A gladiator of your choosing,

— paired with a slave

— as yet untouched…?

— Untouched?

— A delicacy no longer present at the moment in my house.

— en it is fortunate you find yourself in ours.

— Solonius! A word.

— I would share its equal.

— I eame to you as trusted friend,

— carrying news of Tullius’
renewed offer towards Gannicus..

— You carried but shit, spewed from an errant hole.

— And what of other knowledge I
lighted upon treacherous ears?

— at of Varus’ arrival, to be met by Vettius?

— Vettius is a fool.

— Under the employ of Tullius!

— He will think I had hand in the boy’s assault..

— He suspects nothing!

— His thoughts have turned towards my father inside.

— What seized fucking mind, dispatching message to him?!

— Your father is in Capua?

— He sits with Tullius as you bleat,

— stroking fucking cock.

— Why do you remain in the streets?

— Oh, why do you think!?

— I did not mean for his return.

— I sought only advice, towards worry

— for a man I hold as brother.

— Intentions well-received.

— Let us place transgressions aside,

— in favor of more pressing concern.

— Your patience and reason recalls joyous times,

— when business was conducted by those

— who shared respect for it.

— I fear we are a dying breed.

— I am certain you shall outlive us all, master Batiatus.

— Solonius.

— I hardly placed you.

— e years weigh heavy on a man, do they not?

— Your presence is fortuitous,

— striking need to seek you out.

— Share walk, and let us review recent events…

— Am I allowed voice now?

— Could the gods halt the sound?

— Whatever Tullius and the boy may think,

— I gained the primus on merit of Gannicus’ prowess.

— Even if true, it is of no matter now.

— Gannicus will not appear in the games.

— But Varus has made personal request!

— A necessary sacrifice,

— towards leveling unequal ground.

— You will make apology to Varus,

— relaying Gannicus found injury in training.

— And that Vettius is amply capable

— of seeing the primus attended.

— You give away the primus, and now ask

— that I tongue the fucking boy’s ass?

— I ask nothing.

— is is how it will be.

— In return a few of our men will be paired

— against each other aſter mid-day sun.

— Our men fight themselves?

— e only plank salvaged from such wreckage.

— en we must choose the men with care.

— ey have been chosen for us.

— Tullius now selects my fucking men as well?

— An unavoidable concession.

— Barca and Gnæus, Auctus

— to face your Gaul, Crixus.

— Crixus? Is but a recruit,

— not yet a fucking gladiator!

— Who you failed to mention was purchased from Tullius.

— To gain…

— To gain his favor.

— And what fruits did your scheme bear? Huh?

— Oh, this is price due for attempting to maneuver

— men above your station.

— Be thankful it was not more costly.

— Are you certain you would not prefer

— the man bathed and scented?

— He stands perfect towards his cause.

— I would, however, gauge the freshness of your offerings.

— Remove your robes.

— Did I not tell you?

— ey are of a form.

— But a woman’s worth

— is not always revealed to the eyes.

— A man must probe deeper for true value…

— Remove yourself to the vestibule.

— Return if Dominus and his father

— are seen upon the road.

— I shall have this one.

— She’s considerably tighter.

— Move on top of him.

— Do you know why I chose this man?

— So crudely etched?

— e smell of shit hot upon his breath?

— Because this world is filled with the grotesque.

— And the divine.

— ey exist together,

— two sides of a coin.

— You cannot have one…

— Absent threat of the other.

— Yet words do not convey the true nature of this.

— It must be experienced.

— It must be felt…

— And never forgotten.

— Oh, your absence has been missed in Rome

— since your husband’s passing.

— Your charms will brighten darkest night.

— I long to return.

— And crest dawn upon a husband yet of this world.

— How does your dowry stand?

— I was under impression you were absent family of means.

— Gaia is a treasure within herself.

— One to be coveted.

— By a man untethered

— to the burden of position and appearance.

— Cossutius.

— You were well satisfied?

— Praise laid upon your house has not been exaggerated.

— It is a wonder.

— at such base diversion would be impossible

— to conceal in Rome.

— Capua is city of many pleasures.

— Oſten obscured by pressing business,

— to which we sadly must attend.

— You take leave? So soon?

— A regrettable necessity.

— Gratitude for your hospitality.

— I look forward to seeing you at the games.

— And your man Gannicus upon my primus.

— Oh, you honor us.

— Crixus begins to show promise.

— Upon his back?

— e man always rises. A trait to be admired.

— So you have eyes for the Gaul now?

— And if I did?

— I would fucking kill you.

— Come here…

— You fucking cunts!

— You soil our food!

— Why should we not make meal of your fucking pets..

— Crixus…

— You do not help your friend?

— is is a fight between brothers.

— I do not yet bear the mark.

— Have you lost fucking mind?!

— Stand down!

— Calm yourselves!

— Is this what my house has fallen to?

— Brother setting upon brother,

— so far removed from the honor of the arena,

— where such contest holds meaning?

— is points to reason the gods have turned from us,

— stripping the primus from our hands.

— I do not fight in the games?

— You do not.

— Yet our sacrifices do not stand unrewarded.

— A few of you will take to the sands aſter mid-day sun.

— And I expect those chosen to bring more honor

— to the house of Batiatus

— than you now bring to yourselves.

— Yeah! Fuck you!

— Gnæus fights Barca!

— And I will split your ass in two.

— Fuck.

— You do not gain position?

— I do. Against Crixus.

— Uh, your favorite.

— e man does not even bear the fucking the mark.

— I am to fight?

— You are to die.

— At the end of my spear.

— So you fight in the arena, I do not.

— e gods truly punish me.

— I long to be of the brotherhood.

— To become a gladiator.

— But to be awarded position..

— It is an honor I have not earned.

— ere are many things given to us in this life,

— for the wrong reasons.

— What we do with such blessings

— that is the true test of a man.

— Ahh!

— (Laughing) Go well, return victorious brother.

— May Auctus fall.

— And Barca follow.

— Auctus, Gnæus..

— Return victorious, brothers.

— For I am out of wine.

— ! Aſter all we’ve done.

— e sacrifices made.

— Only to have the primus torn from grasp.

— Torn would imply resistance.

— My father offers none.

— You could not move him from this decision?

— Hercules would fail in the labor.

— Are we set to leave?

— I would not arrive late.

— Doctore gathers the men.

— Perhaps some mulsum while you wait, father.

— To celebrate your return to the games.

— You seek to ply me with honeyed-wine?

— You find my weakness.

— And I would have it exploited.

— I shall join you.

— It disquiets your stomach too much.

— Especially in hot weather such as this.

— It never did agree with you.

— A trait gained from your mother.

— A presence sorely missed.

— Every day.

— Your Gaul appears ragged.

— e result of extensive training.

— In preparation for the test he has yet to take.

— You set this in motion, Quintus.

— By purchasing the man to gain favor.

— Only aſter I looked into his eyes, and saw a spark.

— As you always spoke of.

— en today presents rare opportunity.

— Auctus, a man forged beneath my rule,

— to face Crixus, forged beneath yours.

— e outcome to prove if son has learned

— anything of worth from father.

— [ Cheering ]

— Your time has come.

— Gratitude.

— For all you have taught me.

— Fight with honor.

— And if the gods will it…

— Die the same.

— Crixus.

— A word.

— You have shown great promise.

— In practice. In exhibition against Gannicus.

— Yet this is the arena.

— is is where men become gods.

— Legions with far greater training and skill than you

— have fallen upon this sacred ground.

— Many beneath Auctus’ spear.

— But I do not think that you will be one of them.

— You have the blood of a champion.

— To rival any my father has ever heralded.

— Do you wish to behold such miracle come to pass?

— It is all I desire.

— en seize fucking glory.

— And see us both proven worthy.

— Have you set Crixus to purpose?

— I stoke the flame as best I can.

— It is now up to the man to ignite.

— Or be forever extinguished.

— A pity it is not Gannicus, nor the primus.

— It was well earned.

— Yet he is the one honored.

— While his only fucking son is leſt to languish.

— Soon your father will attest your worth.

— Or decay into the aſterlife.

— Either way, we will be free of him.

— An epic showing from the house of Batiatus,

— certain to please the gods!

— In gratitude, we will be merciful,

— and grant life!

— You are overly kind.

— Your house has been most accommodating,

— and should be rewarded.

— Well, gratitude. I…

— Are you unwell?

— Perhaps the excitement is too much for him.

— It is but the heat and dust.

— Water.

— I would not have torrid throat

— announce your final offering.

— Address the crowd?

— e honor is unfit a lanista.

— We decide what befits a lanista, Batiatus.

— Make introduction and let us move on.

— I stand humbled

— before the great people of Capua.

— My home and my heart,

— too long parted from chest.

— In gratitude,

— I present the final offering

— from the house of Batiatus.

— Entering the arena,

— a virgin upon its sands…

— I give you Crixus!

— Murmillo!

— [ Booing ]

— His opponent,

— a warrior unmatched in skill and honor.

— I give you Auctus!

— Hoplomachus!

— [ Cheering ]

— Capua!

— Begin!

— Auctus wields spear to rival Mars himself.

— Well he has been well trained.

— e same cannot be said of Crixus.

— Perhaps he should have remained a hauler of stone.

— Stupid fuck!

— Kill the little cunt!

— Fuck!

— What?

— Fuck!

— Fuck!

— Barca has taught you well…

— Yes!

— [ Chanting Crixus ]

— A fine showing, Batiatus!

— With unexpected conclusion!

— Indeed it was.

Crixus: — I swear to be burned, chained, beaten,

— or die by the sword.

— In pursuit of honor in the arena.

— Welcome to the brotherhood.

— Crixus proves himself.

— Perhaps even as match for Gannicus one day.

— In and out of the arena.

— You fought well. Brother.

— Your Gaul, still yet a recruit,

— defeated a gladiator I considered among

— the best of my men.

— It would appear I underestimated Crixus.

— As I did my son.

— You honor me, father.

— Oh, you honor yourself.

— When cleared of plots and schemes.

— oughts far removed, never to return.

— Nothing pleases more than to see reason

— take hold of senses.

— And a house righting its path.

— I will see it continued in your absence.

— Absence?

— I assume you return to sicilia. Your health…

— Seeing Crixus’ victory stirred

— passions I have not felt in many years.

— For the blood and the sand,

— the roar of the crowd. Oh, it liſts spirits

— more than change of clime could hope to offer.

— No, I will stay at your side,

— and together we shall see the house of Batiatus

— rise to former glories. Huh.

— You remain here?

— Until breath flees wearied flesh,

— calling me to the aſterlife.

— ♪ —

— Sync by mczolly —
—=«O»=—
www.addic7ed.com