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— Have him fuck this one…

— … and I shall watch.

— after I installed the virtues of

— the house of Batiatus.

— I demand an introduction immediately.

— i shall have this one.

— I look forward to seeing you at the games

— and your man Gannicus upon my primus.

— whatever Tullius and the boy
may think I gained the primus

— on merit of Gannicus’s prowess.

— Gannicus will not appear in the games.

— today presents rare opportunity.

— auctus a man forged beneath my rule,

— to face Crixus forged beneath yours.

— the outcome to prove if son has learned

— anything of worth from father.

— it would appear i underestimated Crixus

— as i did my son.

— oh i must stay at your side.

— you remain here.

— ah huh, until breath lees wearied flesh.

— Keep in line.

— Chase me.

— this way.

— A net and trident?

— The man appears more common
fisherman than gladiator.

— The style is called Retiarius,

— carried from the outer regions.

— They should carry it back.

— I favor the Murmillo.

— The crowd is of the opposite opinion.

— Soon there will be a Retiarius in the sands in every game.

— And the ludus absent them tragically lacking.

— Very well.

— Yet place net and trident in
hands of one of our lesser man.

— And refused?

— Well, the pulvinus is too far removed.

— I would witness the games here, among the people.

— With son beside me.

— Your hour is upon you.

— A fine blade.

— To be wielded with deadly purpose.

— Re-form my words, in manner Dagan understands.

— You bear the mark of the brotherhood.

— [in Aramaic]

— An honor you have not earned.

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— Your true test awaits you.

— Live, and count yourself among us.

— Die…

— and prove yourselves as unworthy as I suspect.

— [in Aramaic]

— Dagan says he will honor the House of Batiatus

— with gifts of blood.

— As will the mighty Ashur.

— And do not die too quickly.

— Go on Ashur!

— Go on!

— Fucking yes!

— Hasdrubal falls!

— As all men who face Ashur!

— The man assumes credit owed his betters.

— He is but swollen by the moment.

— Perhaps he will turn greater performance next time.

— You speak of what may never pass.

— Now the lesser matches have passed,

— let us see something of note.

— Vettius, make presentation.

— I give the good people of Capua
this day my latest acquisition!

— Certain to inflame passion!

— And ignite fear in all who oppose him!

— From the darkest lands east of the Rhine…

— Behold Caburus!

— Murmillo!

— The crowd favors Vettius’ offering.

— They greet Gannicus with louder voice,

— yet he stands removed from the games.

— Enter Drappes!

— Thrace!

— Crixus shows promise, yet again the same fate.

— Our men see victory, only to be awarded exclusion.

— The fruits reaped,

— when you offend a man beyond our station.

— Begin!

— I but stood ground to protect our house.

— As any lanista would.

— Yet ambition beyond the title clouds your judgment.

— We must be humble if I am to repair relations with Tullius,

— and see all our men returned to the sands.

— Quickly, I pray.

— If we are to place our men in the opening games

— of the new arena..

— Reaching for such heights

— is what sent you tumbling from favor.

— Strike it from your thoughts,

— and place mind and effort

— towards more reasonable pursuits.

— Perhaps the procuring of a man as worthy as Caburus.

— Fleeting opportunity to enjoy the old arena,

— and yet we’re swept aside.

— Absent even casual regard.

— I consider it a blessing,

— to be so reprieved from condemning presence.

— The manner Titus glares,

— it is a shock we do not burst into flame.

— He is but an old man, set upon his ways.

— He is a Gorgon with a cock,

— turning all around him to stone.

— Titus does not fare well in the dust and the heat.

— His health will prompt return

— to the coast of Sicilia very soon.

— Until such glorious event,

— I would fade from beneath his oppressive roof.

— You would leave me?

— You are with husband.

— A man who would never see you harmed

— by whim or circumstance.

— I stand alone, severed from such protection.

— A perilous condition that must be attended.

— You are never alone, while I draw breath.

— Words of much comfort.

— Though a husband with heavy purse would be more so.

— (laughing)

— Then we must find one suitable to cause.

— A possibility presents itself, in most pleasing form.

— You know the man?

— I have seen him about in Rome.

— Absent encumbrance of a wife.

— Oh how fortunate that we should come upon him,

— at this time and place.

— In desperate times fortune must give way

— to more assertive hands.

— Petronius?!

— Would the gods have me so blessed?

— Gaia.

— We were introduced at one of Varus’ affairs.

— Oh, yes, yes, yes of course.

— Apologies.

— None required.

— Seeing you so unexpected has lifted questionable spirits.

— Lucretia can attest…

— You’re Lucretia?

— Wife to the lanista, Batiatus?

— I do call him husband, yes.

— I have heard your house spoken of.

— And the, um, pleasures contained within…

— Barca has lost form, since Auctus fell.

— His cock will find another hole to fuck.

— Ah!

— We return anointed in the blood of our enemies!

— Hasdrubal and Kleitos met their end!

— The first of many to fall beneath our swords in the arena!

— See yourselves to the baths.

— [in Aramaic]

— Gannicus.

— Pair with Rhaskos.

— To what end?

— If I am not to fight in the arena,

— I will remain here in the shade.

— Doctore.

— Send the man up.

— I would have words.

— Magnetius.

— One of the finest champions this house has ever forged.

— He stood a titan.

— As all my champions.

— The culmination of years of training.

— Dedication.

— Sacrifice.

— You would hold yourself their equal?

— In the arena, I am every man’s equal.

— A champion is more than his victories upon the sands.

— He is the sum of his actions.

— Every decision, no matter
how small, speaks to the man.

— And the balance of his heart.

— And in his breast beats the heart of a lion.

— And what does it beat for?

— The House of Batiatus.

— Return him to the ludus.

— You see?

— Man fights for the honor of this house.

— As all your champions have in the past.

— Gannicus speaks but words he knows I seek to hear.

— He is no champion of my house.

— I stand before Petronius with obvious charms,

— and all he can do is prattle about the House of Batiatus.

— I fear I’ve lost delicate touch.

— Your touch is many things.

— «Delicate" not among them.

— You are of a mood.

— If word of what we have offered has spread to Petronius,

— how long before it lights on Titus’ ear?

— Perhaps it should.

— The shock would no doubt end the old goat.

— You jest, while all around us threatens to fucking crumble.

— The only threat is of you and Quintus

— becoming favored among the elite.

— As a whore is favored by the man atop her.

— It is not as if all of Rome knows.

— Only the most privileged tongues

— whisper of the delights offered within these walls.

— Delights Petronius and his friends

— long to witness for themselves…

— To even consider it is, is beyond reason.

— If Titus were to discover..

— What joys does my father prevent now?

— None of note…

— We came across Petronius in the market.

— You are familiar with the name…?

— As any man with an eye towards business,

— and the procuring of it.

— He is familiar with yours as well.

— And spoke with great interest of sampling

— of your more exotic offerings,

— with acquaintances of equal position.

— And how did good Petronius come to know of such things?

— Varus and Cossutius.

— Their tongues are looser than their cocks.

— Petronius departs for Rome the day after next.

— Decision must be given quick birth,

— or see opportunity aborted.

— With the support of Petronius’,

— we may yet find Position

— in the opening games of the new arena.

— Quintus, your father..

— Make the arrangements.

— I’ll attend to my father.

— Melitta.

— A word.

— I have none to give.

— It is a matter of some importance.

— A moment.

— You avoid my gaze.

— As you should mine.

— Lest suspicions be aroused.

— Should they not also be aroused,

— if two friends are no longer seen to speak?

— What happened between us…

— Was not of our choosing.

— We must turn it from thought,

— and never give it voice.

— My tongue it bends to such warning.

— Yet the thought of you…

— It proves troublesome.

— The memory will fade with time.

— As do all things born of misfortune.

— We were as brothers once…

— but no more.

— The men no longer accept me as a gladiator.

— And do not yet give respect as Doctore.

— Even Gannicus refuses to heed my instruction.

— Gannicus heeds nothing but his own desires,

— beyond all reason.

— You must teach him that you alone are in command.

— And by firm hand, erase all doubts

— Show them all the man I have given my heart to.

— Gnaeus!

— Your mastery of the sword falls to question.

— The net and trident are your weapons now.

— A fucking net, Oenomaus?

— You will do as commanded, absent complaint.

— Or see flesh stripped from bone.

— Yes, Doctore.

— Return to training!

— You speak as Jupiter,

— hurling bolts from the heavens.

— Raised there by words and touch of loving wife.

— Now pair with Barca.

— And remain far from the shade.

— Barca!

— Bring fucking spear to purpose.

— Again!

— Your man shows fire today.

— Ignited by your words, I am sure.

— Honeyed wine. Quickly.

— I’m fine.

— Sound and pallor threaten disagreement.

— You are too long from salt air of the coast.

— And shall remain from Sicilia longer still.

— Do not waste breath on the matter.

— I would not see you so far removed.

— But a day or more by the waters of Neapolis…?

— Oh..

— Yes, to revive color.

— My concern lies only with this ludus,

— and seeing it to former glories.

— Well then let our journey serve dual cause.

— We can review the latest shipment of slaves,

— with mind towards procuring
a champion favored by us both.

— Someone to rival Vettius’ new man…?

— Drink.

— You conspire against an old man.

— To your advantage.

— Make preparation.

— We leave for Neapolis.

— See to my father.

— He is attended to as promised.

— Have Gaia send word to Petronius.

— You entertain tonight.

— If he and his circle overreach?

— The appetites of men are not easily set aside

— by the words of a woman.

— We’ll send message to Solonius.

— He can stand in my place,

— speak for the house if so needed.

— Quintus…

— The risk outweighs concern.

— See to Petronius and his guests.

— With their satisfaction,

— our position in the opening games secured.

— Snare any fish today in your little net?

— Reward, for victory in the arena.

— Continue and see more weigh palm.

— [in Aramaic]

— Dagan questions receiving the greater sum.

— We stood equally upon the sands.

— Tell him he receives twice the coin…

— because you are half the man.

— I am a gladiator, as he is.

— If we did not need you to exchange our words for his,

— you would never have been given chance to take up sword.

— Bread.

— For your pets.

— Doiros was the brother I held closest to me.

— He was a fierce warrior,

— as was my father and all before us.

— I watched as they all fell

— beneath the spears of the Arverni.

— My hand yet too small to pick up sword.

— I was forced to serve.

— To bow and scrape.

— First of all to the shits that took my family.

— And then to the Romans they sold me to.

— Not a day passes where I do not dream

— of honoring the dead in blood and victory.

— Auctus is the first life I’ve ever taken in battle.

— He will not be forgotten.

— They were Auctus’ pets.

— I never favored them.

— Now they’re all that’s left.

— Stand up straight.

— What of this one?

— See how his form is carved,

— with each muscle building on to the next?

— A worthy addition to any ludus.

— A fine offering, is he not?

— I would not waste coin.

— The man favors his left,

— revealing injury to the leg.

— Unsuitable for men of discerning eye.

— Let us turn to something of rarer quality.

— I have a Thracian of the Maedi tribe,

— the likes of which you have..

— Thracians are too difficult to control.

— And aggravate the Gauls beyond reason.

— My son speaks truth.

— You offer us piss and claim it wine.

— You will find none better in Neapolis.

— I but hope your city’s drink holds higher standard.

— Come, let us seek libation to
wash taste of shit from mouth.

— Diona.

— It does not hurt.

— Wait.

— We haven’t spoken.

— Or laughed, as we usually do…

— I have no time for childish things.

— Domina wishes me bathed.

— For tonight.

— Take this to Oenomaus.

— These men are to be brought up to the villa,

— properly oiled and scented.

— Yes, Domina.

— There is much I need attended to tonight.

— I would have you by my side,

— not be dislodged by any request.

— Gratitude.

— There is one thing that I would ask you in return.

— It’s well known your husband’s
allegiance lies with Titus.

— Sway him to keep what we do here confined to shadow.

— Or I fear that other secrets

— will find their way into the light.

— Am I understood?

— Yes, Domina.

— See it done.

— Venus blushes in her garden, shamed by such beauty.

— Would that she stood in my place,

— and I among the roots and leaves.

— These hands are not meant for common earth.

— They have held me close as dearest friend.

— As sister.

— Tonight mine shall return favor,

— and aid yours in seizing position so richly deserved.

— Solonius arrives.

— Let us greet him,

— and forge memory of a night not soon forgotten.

— The man is no Gannicus,

— yet he surpasses in enthusiasm.

— They are well received.

— As are all things born of base desire.

— Apologies.

— We ask too much of you in this,

— but your presence is of great comfort.

— The situation forces us all to actions

— otherwise never considered.

— The blame lies in the Fates, absolving weighted heart.

— See this to the pantry.

— And remain there until I call upon you,

— after all have left.

— We dishonor this house.

— We but do as commanded.

— The cause does not alter result.

— No. Yet we must move beyond it,

— or be driven to madness.

— (laughing)

— The man fucks as a bull, horns to purpose.

— Gratitude for gracing the House of Batiatus

— with esteemed presence.

— One which my husband regrets he cannot share,

— due to pressing business.

— Oh, I had not noticed his absence.

— What you have seen is but a taste of the pleasures

— afforded you beneath humble roof.

— Our gladiators, our slaves,

— everything within these walls,

— I place at the whims of your desire.

— For a single night,

— you are the masters of this house.

— An enticing offer.

— One I would see to full advantage.

— Tullius.

— I have never cared for surprises.

— And you have provided many in your day.

— Your disappointment has often been given a voice.

— A loud and clear one.

— Disappointment can only exist upon expectation.

— You proved from tender age

— that you would listen to no one’s counsel save your own.

— When did I ever turn from iron advice?

— A desire to gain military experience

— raised your objection.

— I turned from it.

— You commanded that I run the ludus in your absence.

— I obeyed, abandoning my own desires,

— long since forgotten.

— When has son ever denied the father?

— When he married a woman beneath him.

— You were wrong about her.

— As you have been of many things.

— An old man’s mistakes swell in the breast,

— as remaining days shrink.

— You will outlive us all.

— You are too stubborn to die.

— Do you think me a fool, Quintus?

— There are many words I would use towards your description.

— Fool lives not amongst them.

— No, it’s not.

— You knew those slaves were shit

— before we ever set foot to path.

— The purchase of men was not the reason

— you parted me from the ludus, was it?

— You wish to find common ground,

— far from the site of former disagreements.

— My deception meant only to strengthen bond

— between father and son.

— This surprise is one most welcome.

— And long overdue.

— (laughs)

— Yet we did not need to travel so far from comfort.

— I would return home,

— and continue in warmer surroundings.

— What now?

— Yeah.

— Should we not wait until break of day?

— Oh, a few hours upon the road,

— and our own beds to fall to.

— Come.

— Let us put this wretched city behind us,

— and embrace closer future.

— How does that man find himself here?

— Petronius, or perhaps loose tongue

— of his confederates…

— His presence changes nothing.

— It upends the fucking earth.

— I will break words, and gauge intent.

— To stand with a smile in our fucking house.

— After the injury put to my husband.

— Force him from thought,

— or see effort and risk fall short of reward.

— Petronius and his guests stand erect with expectation.

— Let us see them to climax.

— Bring them in.

— Good Tullius.

— Seeing you here comes a surprise.

— Surely not to you.

— I warned you of Batiatus’ maneuverings not as invitation,

— but in hopes you would prevent such foolishness.

— And the retribution to valued friend that it would bring.

— You warned me to grow favor.

— Continue speaking and see it wither.

— You have shared drink.

— Food.

— Distractions of the eye and ear.

— Yet these are common things.

— Enjoyed by men bound by accusing morality of their deeds.

— I would see you freed from such human constraints.

— Touch these to flesh.

— Sever all ties from the mortal world.

— And rise as gods in the House of Batiatus.

— Ah.

— Jupiter!

— (laughs)

— Never in our dealings Tullius have I been so elevated.

— This house truly is a marvel.

— If I am to assume the mantle of a god,

— I would first prove myself against one.

— Oh, you would challenge Gannicus?

— Oh, a harmless exhibition.

— To measure humble skill against vaunted prowess.

— I would pause in my desires, to witness such a thing.

— Gather the practice swords..

— Wood?

— Oh, the clash of steel rings

— through the halls of Olympus, does it not?

— Give them your swords.

— Let us clear space, and have contest!

— See grin removed.

— You are to indulge him,

— allow a show of blood

— but level no insult nor injury in return.

— Such action would bear unfortunate consequence.

— I am to lose?

— And win your life.

— Come!

— Let us see if I recall what I learned,

— years ago in service to the Republic.

— Ah…

— (laughs)

— It begins to return to me.

— Come on. Come on.

— I stand unscathed.

— Perhaps you are not the champion I believe.

— This goes too far.

— Tullius!

— The man gives the missio.

— The match is yours.

— A god of the arena.

— Saved by a woman.

— See him to the Medicus.

— An excellent diversion!

— Gratitude for allowing it!

— Ah.

— I have delayed proceedings past reason.

— Come, let us explore what other pleasures

— may be mined from the House of Batiatus…

— That fucking animal.

— To turn simple exhibition to blood.

— I could have ended the man in half a breath.

— Yet you allowed him to nearly kill you?

— I was ordered not to raise hand.

— Other commands have been more pleasurable.

— Are you never serious?

— On occasion.

— I should return to the villa.

— You should.

— Why are you doing this?

— Because to not would be a lie,

— much deeper than the one we tell Oenomaus.

— I did not want this.

— I love that man like a brother.

— Yet what I feel for you…

— Tell me it does not stir in your breast as well.

— What I feel means nothing.

— It holds the world.

— What would you do, if you were my husband?

— And you learned of such a thing?

— I would kill us both.

— You are an imposing brute.

— Tell me, giant.

— Where do your tastes lie?

— Toward cock, or cunt?

— Apologies, he does not grasp your language.

— Are you able to form words, so that he may?

— I serve but to do so.

— I do not care for struggle nor complaint.

— Will you submit to all I ask for?

— [in Aramaic]

— [in Aramaic]

— He is agreeable.

— Come then.

— I would have your ass quickly.

— [in Aramaic]

— [in Aramaic]

— He tells me he hopes you are not of a gentle nature.

— Brutes such as this craves rough hands,

— and cock their equal.

— Then he shall be well satisfied.

— Come.

— He does not drink.

— He does not fuck.

— Why does he remain?

— The man is a mystery.

— One I would have forever solved.

— You could gauge nothing of his intent?

— He fears your husband attempts maneuver.

— I believe his presence
is meant only to rattle nerves.

— Tullius will give voice of this

— until the din reaches Titus’ ears.

— Then we must keep his tongue occupied.

— I believe your charms will sway him?

— You know nothing of women, Solonius.

— And even less of their charms.

— Oh, I would not ask you to do this.

— That is why I offer.

— The only reason?

— The man proves troublesome thorn.

— Who better to remove it than trusted friend?

— Gaia..

— Keep thoughts towards elevating this house.

— I will see to Tullius…

— and in the act secure elevation of my own.

— To the benefit of all.

— The woman thinks highly of herself.

— An estimation deeply shared.

— You’ve become a difficult man

— to gain private audience with.

— It was not always so.

— Much has changed since our youth.

— Not everything I hope.

— I remember a time when it was you,

— it was impossible to trap alone.

— Every man in Capua was at your feet.

— Now I would have but one.

— Standing beside me.

— I was saddened to hear of your husband’s passing.

— Were you?

— Only with thoughts toward you.

— Once again with no family to speak of.

— No one to care for you.

— It is a difficult thing.

— To find a man of my standing.

— I always favored this color.

— I know.

— The gods smile upon me,

— having had word of this night reach my ears.

— The fortune is mine.

— Yet I would have word Of it travel no further.

— You petition this for yourself?

— Or for the House of Batiatus?

— Lucretia is as a sister to me.

— I would not see her injured by wagging tongue.

— You ask much.

— I offer more…

— I swear never to speak of what has happened this night.

— If you will deliver message to your friend…

— and her husband.

— One they will take to heart, coming from you…

— Words have not inflated beyond truth.

— The offerings of the House of Batiatus

— are truly to be admired.

— Well, even more so upon the sands.

— Imagine the excitement our wares would cause,

— if included in opening celebration of the new arena.

— Capua would be blessed by such appearance.

— I will send word to your husband to discuss the matter.

— Oh, I thought this night never to end.

— It concludes with this house soaring to the heavens,

— upon your wings.

— A feat aided by your presence.

— The evening would have gone as well had I never known.

— Perhaps more so.

— The hour is late.

— Take to your bed,

— and carry with you my gratitude.

— I would err, linger, until all guests have departed.

— Oh, Gaia is a woman of great appetite.

— Dawn will threaten
before she’s had her fill.

— Lucretia?

— This house is pale shadow, absent your light.

— See everything restored to proper place.

— Nothing must be suspected.

— Yes, Domina.

— I know you feel it’s a betrayal.

— But there are times when the truth is more hurtful.

— Titus must never know.

— Domina.

— Apollo.

— God of the sun.

— And truth.

— Something often obscured
by the masks we wear.

— Your guests have abandoned you.

— I thought the toad Solonius would at least remain.

— The hour is late.

— He believed you occupied for the night.

— They say Apollo brings warmth and prosperity,

— to those who would pray to him.

— Those who understand their place.

— On their knees.

— Tullius..

— You know I often dreamt of Gaia’s touch,

— when I was a younger man?

— The taste of her lips.

— Now they form words in my ear,

— asking favor for this house.

— Placing me in difficult position.

— Gaia’s affections for this house are genuine.

— As are her feelings for you.

— Returned in kind.

— She holds my reply.

— Go to her, and see it delivered.

— Gaia…Gaia.

— Have you lost mind!?!

— Again attempting to maneuver around Tullius?

— I only sought to elevate our position…

— By plunging the good name of this house

— into muck and shit!

— What would you have me do?

— Bow and scrape to that fucking lunatic?

— He is above our station!

— I gave warning not to provoke the man.

— You ignore it and here are the results.

— A Roman citizen.

— Dead in my house.

— By the hands of the very man you defend.

— You help set this in motion,

— and now claim innocence in the outcome?

— I claim vengeance.

— His life for hers.

— Blood and brains on the fucking floor.

— Reward well deserved.

— No.

— There will be no retribution.

— I will see him dead!

— You will do as fucking commanded!

— And what of Gaia?

— She partook of too much wine…

— as she was often known to do.

— In the night she lost footing…

— and fell to her death at the bottom of the cliff.

— Do not look to him!

— I am the dominus of this fucking house.

— See it done.

— Quintus.

— So this is why you spirited me to Neapolis.

— Not to find common ground, but to bury your father.

— That was not my intent.

— You knew nothing of this?

— It was all that woman’s doing?

— Huh?

— The two of you feed off each other,

— fattening yourselves with lies.

— Well I would see the feast at an end.

— What is your meaning?

— You know my fucking meaning.

— That ill bred woman has brought
this family nothing but shame.

— She is my wife!

— Because I foolishly allowed it!

— I wanted you to have something of your own.

— Something that held meaning to you,

— even if no one else saw it.

— Yet what has she given you?

— No dowry to speak of.

— No name to elevate status.

— And no heir to carry the name Batiatus.

— Every choice you make, shapes your fate, Quintus.

— I cannot change missteps of the past.

— But I will see you on proper path.

— And Lucretia must be swept from it.

— You would dissolve my marriage?

— No.

— Or be gone from this house with her.

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