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Doctore: Switch!

Switch.

Switch.

Crixus!

Did you not hear my instruction?

Apologies, Doctore.

I did not mean to
scare the rabbit.

The games of the
magistrate approach.

Listen carefully
to my instruction,

and every man chosen

will see victory in the arena.

Perhaps not every man.

Pietros.

Save the water for
men who deserve it.

Rain. By Jupiter's cock,
would you fucking rain?

Lucretia: What are you doing?

Praying.

Blaspheming.

The two are narrowly
separated in these trying times.

Perhaps the gap widens.

More creditors seeking action?

Something of more cheerful
note, recently delivered.

From Magistrate Calavius.

He is coming here to personally
select men for his games.

Games to appease the
gods and end the drought.

The biggest games since Theokoles
bested 100 men in the arena.

But why come himself? Unless...

The primus.

If we were to secure the
main event at these games...

He arrives within the hour.

Prepare food. And gather
all the water we have.

- Quintus, your robe.
- It's nothing.

Fetch the medicus.

Lucretia.

I should talk to the
magistrate about it.

Those men tried to kill
you... An honest man.

In a dishonest place.

No, we won't concern the
Magistrate with these things,

not with the primus
in the balance.

I'll tend to the matter myself.

That was the mark of one of the
slaves who tried to kill Batiatus.

The mark is unknown to me.

Perhaps a closer look.

Details of such craftsmanship
should not be viewed in haste.

I may have seen a similar mark.

Ahh.

So what do you think?

You adorn them like a god.

I would be out of
them and deep into you.

Apologies. Magistrate
Calavius arrives.

Our fortunes rise

like your cock.

Stay wet and we'll
make it rain presently.

Magistrate,

you do us honor with your...

presence.

Good Batiatus, I
was telling Solonius

how I knew your father.

Now there was a true Roman.

A great man,

none of his like to follow.

I will attempt to fill your
needs as he would have.

To business then.

Magistrate: As you well know,

the drought has parched the
city to the point of madness.

We've tried everything
to tempt the sky into tears,

even to the point of a hecatomb.

100 cattle sacrificed,
yet not a drop,

because the gods do not
want the blood of cattle.

They want the blood of men.

Good Solonius has been
kind enough to lend a hand

in organizing games to
appease their appetite.

It will be sine missione...

No draw, no mercy shown.

Only the finest gladiators
will be invited to participate.

Only the finest are offered
in the house of Batiatus.

Come, examine my wares.

An impressive selection,

rivaling that of good
Solonius himself.

Yet I have the primus.

Half,

your opponent
still to be chosen.

Batiatus: If you wish
to appease the gods,

you must have
one upon the sands.

Crixus, the champion of Capua,

will willingly fight anyone
that Solonius has to offer.

Excellent.

It will truly be a contest
between legends.

Legends?

Oh, did I fail to mention?

Good Solonius has secured
Theokoles for the primus.

Theokoles?

Solonius: I managed to coax
him to our fair city at great expense.

With our gratitude.

If the gods fail to grant
us rain with such a tribute,

then we are surely cursed.

I fear the gods will be displeased.
The match is unbalanced.

Only one man has ever stood
against Theokoles and lived.

What if Crixus were joined
by your man Spartacus?

His death was
fated in execution,

yet he refused to own it

and cost me four
men in his defiance.

Your debts are
well-known, Batiatus.

Even if you lose the
men, the purse is enough

to hold off your
creditors for a moment.

Unless of course you would
rather sit out these games

or any others
that follow, which...

No, I will set my
men to the task.

My titans!

Pause and hear glorious news.

Magistrate Titus Calavius

has invited our best
men to fight in his primus.

Crixus, step forward.

Spartacus, step forward.

You have been
chosen to fight as one

against Theokoles,

The Shadow of Death.

Fuck! Ow! Ow!

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

Ow. Ow. Shit.

Fuck. Ow.

I think you two will
make a fine couple.

I'd rather fight without him.

And die the same.

This Theokoles...

The legends can't be true.

He's been cut a thousand
times in the arena.

He's never fallen.

I fear you would have
been safer in the pits.

If we were to win,

how large would be the purse?

Large enough to wrest
10 wives from the Syrian.

Doctore: You send them to certain
death. Let me fight in their stead.

Lucretia: That's an
excellent suggestion.

- I owe Theokoles a debt of pain.
- You were not requested.

Look, no one has forgotten
how bravely you fought

- against Theokoles, old friend.
- Yet without victory.

You stand the only man to
face him in the arena and live.

That in itself is a victory.

Set your purpose to the task of training
Crixus and Spartacus for the match.

I fear no amount will save
them from The Shadow's grasp.

Then prepare them
for a glorious death.

The brand belonged to Remus,

a slave trader plying
wares north of the city.

Remus? The name
holds no recognition.

Nor to I. Yet, if I were
to purchase a slave,

intent on foul designs...

Then it would be
from outside Capua,

to avoid simple discovery.

Find Remus and bring him.

I would have conversation.

Dominus.

Water.

From Domina, to
help with your training.

Wait a moment.

To what purpose?

Need there be one?

You shouldn't look
at me in that way.

I try with all my
strength not to.

But I am weak.

Sleep then.

And regain your strength.

I seek no quarrel.

Your presence here
would state otherwise.

We've had our differences.

I own my part in them. Yet if
we are to defeat Theokoles...

We?

There is no such
thing in the arena.

You believe

you can slay the giant alone?

As I always stand.

This time you do not.

When Theokoles falls,

the glory will be mine.

And if we do not come
to common ground,

the death shared will be ours.

Oh, as if they stand a
chance against Theokoles.

Perhaps the gods
will favor them.

Yes, and perhaps I should
sprout wings and flutter off.

The odds lay a thousand
to one against them.

No man has ever won
betting against Crixus.

I would lay coin
towards their victory.

A fool's wager,

happily received.

- You leave without words?
- None to give.

Each time you step
beyond these walls,

I fear for you and what...

Grab hold of your
cock and be a man.

I do what I must, Pietros.

I'll return soon.

Mind the birds.

Pietros, weapons.

- Ilithyia?
- She comes at my invitation.

Now's not the time to be
entertaining that spoiled little bitch.

Her father Albinius
holds the magistrate's ear.

If he were to place a word in it, then
Crixus may be replaced in the primus.

He could place a
thousand and to no result.

Solonius maneuvered you.

With the aid of the
magistrate. Refuse and

we would quickly find ourselves
excluded from the arena altogether.

And if Crixus falls? Who
will be our champion?

Who will the crowds clamor to
see from the house of Batiatus?

Not Spartacus, that
thing from the pits?

Your guest arrives. Do not
broach the subject with her.

Ilithyia, you do us
honor with your presence.

I would trade honor for water.

Oh, the heat is a thing living,
crawling down the throat.

Well, let us quench that thirst.

I must attend the
business of the games.

I leave you in loving hands.

- Is it true then?
- What?

Crixus and Spartacus
face The Shadow of Death?

They do.

Blood will surely
flow on the day.

I long to see it pour
from the Thracian.

Doctore: You attack
as you would a man.

Theokoles is beyond flesh,

beyond blood and bone.

He is the shadow
that precedes death.

Allow him to fall
upon you alone,

and you are dead.

Now rise,

and come at me as one!

Give way, you fuck.

The advantage was mine.

How Crixus moves.

The way his muscles
catch the sun.

Truly the champion of Capua.

None his equal.

You jostle and trip
over the other like fools.

You face Theokoles
in the primus!

Prove yourselves worthy!

Pathetic.

I crave a closer look.

Can we go down among them?

My husband would never allow it.

The bowels of a ludus are no
place for a senator's daughter.

A private viewing
then, in the villa?

I would pay for it, of course.

A favor amongst friends.

You must let me return it then.

I've given thought
to your problem

and have discovered a solution.

Problem?

Children.

Yes?

I've heard of a woman,
a priestess of Juno,

blessed with certain
gifts of fertility.

Many prominent
women speak of her...

Servillia, Cornelia, Laelia.

Ovidius's wife?

You know her?

Oh, in passing.
She has a small boy.

And would have none, if not
touched by the woman I speak of.

Will you let me
arrange it for you

as a gift for your hospitality?

We are friends, aren't we?

The very best.

How are we to fare
against Theokoles

when we cannot
even best Doctore?

I could have bested
him a dozen times

if you'd not gotten underfoot.

I take the sands beside
you in this fight, Crixus.

Just because you stand
beside me with sword and shield,

do not mistake
yourself as a gladiator.

I fight to honor these walls.
You fight to leave them.

You fight

because you are a slave

like me.

No. Not like you.

I accept my place here.

I embrace it.

But you...

You still dream of a
life beyond the arena

where that wife of yours
we've all heard about

is still nestled by your side.

And that is all it is,
Spartacus... A dream.

And one day soon you
will awaken to the truth.

You will never leave this place.

And your wife, if
she's not dead already,

has been fucked to madness
by a hundred Roman cocks.

Get yourselves cleaned up.

Domina requests your presence,

both of you.

Do you know who I am, Thracian?

Speak.

I have seen you

with Legatus Glaber.

I am his wife.

He is regrettably abroad

and will not be able to witness

your death against Theokoles.

But...

I shall whisper of it to him,

replaying the moment

when we are entwined in our bed.

Apologies. I require the
Thracian for a moment.

Extend it by a lifetime.
I am done with him.

My office.

The champion of Capua...

A rare honor to receive
a private audience.

One I am most appreciative of.

Although

he does seem

a touch overdressed
for the occasion.

Your subligaria... remove it.

Your champion is
bold to his purpose.

I take my leave.

His flesh is hard.

Like marble.

Would that every
man were carved so.

We'd best not keep him.

His training
resumes at first light.

Do you think he will
survive against The Shadow?

Only the gods know.

It would be a pity to
see such a man marred.

Perhaps there is a way to
see such a tragedy averted.

If your father were to speak
to the magistrate perhaps...

To what end?

To seeing Crixus
replaced in the games.

Is that what you want?

Do you fear entering
the arena with Theokoles?

I long for it.

As I long to see it.

Batiatus: You survived being
dragged from your homeland

by Legatus Glaber.

You survived execution by
four gladiators in the arena.

You even survived
the horror of the pits.

Can you survive this?

Crixus and I fight
at cross purposes.

Then find a way to unite them.

You may have saved my life,

but yours is yet worth
little in the arena.

But to lose Crixus
along with you...

That would be a blow from
which this ludus would not recover.

My concern is only for my wife.

And her fate is
tied to these walls.

If they collapse around me,
then I will be unable to help her

from beneath the rubble.

I will not die
until she is safe.

Well, prove it so.

Fight as one with
Crixus to best Theokoles

or we are all fucked.

Yes?

Barca has returned
bearing gifts.

Remove him to the barracks.

Two slaves broken by your hand

made attempt on my life.

Who purchased them?

I know not of what you speak.

I speak of being fucked

by the gods, by the magistrate,

by that cocksuck Solonius

and his grinning schemes.

I'm of proud family,

a family of means and history,

you fucking cunt.

You sold the men,

common slaves

who tried to kill me,

tried to fuck me like a whore.

But I will not be fucked.

I will not... not be fucked,

you fuck, you
fucking cocksucking

you fucking
hemorrhoid sucking fuck,

you fuck.

Ovidius.

What?

Ovidius.

Sold to Ovidius.

There. Was that so fucking hard?

Ovidius's cousin
is the magistrate.

He could be cousin
to Jupiter himself.

I don't give a shit.

I will have satisfaction.

You dishonor me.

The Thracian impedes my attack.

- I seek to strengthen it.
- I seek no aid.

No.

You need the gods to
descend and fight by your side.

Even then victory is doubtful.

Words falling on deaf ears.

Attend your eyes then.

My failure...

Your lesson.

His first cut...

dealt when I thought
him vulnerable

and pressed my attack unwisely.

His next assault

came as I fell back

to regain position.

Yet these wounds are nothing...

A game of blood
to amuse the crowd.

And when he tires of playing,

he will move

to separate your head

from your neck.

I live because I survived longer

than any man that
stood against him.

Some herald that as a victory.

I am not among them.

You tell us The Shadow wounds

both when he is pressed
and when he is given ground.

How will he to be defeated?

By accomplishing both at once.

Press and defend;

Distract and strike;

Fight as one

or die as two.

Now

show me the way to honor.

The game's tomorrow,
and yet he presses them.

To their benefit.

I have business in town.

It'll take me until
late into the night.

- Lucretia.
- Hmm?

Business.

Yeah, business. I heard you.

If you would prefer I delay...

No, I have diversion.

Ilithyia's coming
with her priestess.

May the gods grant us miracle.

They fucking owe us something.

A word of advice, Spartacus.

At what cost?

Freely given.

Do not think you can
come to terms with Crixus.

I trusted him once in the arena

and this was the result.

He may as well have cut
the balls from my shaft.

He'd turn a sword
against his ally?

Even Barca, if stood
between him and glory.

The only way to survive
against Theokoles

is to consider Crixus
an equal enemy.

How often do you
engage in intercourse?

Several times a
week, sometimes more.

Has seed ever taken hold?

Never.

Have there been other
men besides your husband?

What bearing does that have?

Well, it will inform the correct
combination of elements.

The ritual is usually a
private matter. Perhaps...

Oh please, can I stay?

I've never seen one of these.

It's so intriguing.

Other men...

Have there been any?

Yes.

How many?

One, but frequently.

Then the difficulty
lies not with the seed

but within the vessel.

You mean there's
something wrong with her?

The gods have decided to
withhold the joy of children.

But we will entreat
them to reconsider.

Drink.

Juno has blessed you.

You must copulate
within the hour.

So soon?

Before the flame
of life expires.

Good fortune be with you.

Only an hour?

You think she would have
told you that before she started,

considering her price.

Gratitude for arranging this.

Unnecessary words from a friend.

And I being yours,

I'll leave you to
complete the ritual.

Although tales of this other man

will be most expected
when time is not of issue.

Why are the fucking
torches not lit?

Laelia.

I owe you a debt, Ovidius,

I've come to repay.

Please.

The boy is unstained.

No child is unstained
by the deeds of his father.

They are not my own.

Two slaves sent from
Remus to take my life.

Do you deny giving
coin to the cause?

I hired the men, yes,

but to another's purpose.

Whose?

Whose?

Speak the name and I swear
to the gods I will not kill you.

Solonius.

He paid the balance
of your debt to me

in exchange for me
arranging your death.

Gratitude for your
honesty, Ovidius.

You're not going
to kill me then?

No.

My slave is going to kill you.

Burn this fucking
place to the ground.

But first

take care of the child.

You were right.

I do not honor these walls.

A fact well known.

Has it always been so for you?

When you were brought
here for the first time

against your will,

your life

traded for a few coins?

More than a few.

Is that your worth then?

Has it ever occurred to
you why the great Theokoles

would grace us
with his presence?

A promise of wealth.

The Shadow has earned
a thousand fortunes.

He comes here not for coin.

He comes here for the glory

of facing the champion of Capua,

the undefeated Gaul.

Glory.

There is no greater thing

than standing
victorious in the arena.

Is there no purpose

beyond the blood,

no dream

beyond the cheering crowd?

Is there nothing
else you fight for?

Crixus, you are summoned.

Step into the light.

Let me gaze upon the
champion of Capua.

You truly are a wonder.

As are you, Domina.

We don't have much time

and I would see it well used.

Do I stir you to passion?

Yes, Domina.

Your cock would disagree.

Excuse my distraction, Domina.

I have thoughts of tomorrow.

And I would have
you in the moment

deep inside me.

I've never faced an
opponent like Theokoles.

And he has never
met a man like you.

I beg a favor, Domina.

Love makes a man
weak before battle.

I would have you strong.

We will forgo the
pleasures of a single evening

and pray to the gods
for many more to come.

Domina.

You are going to die
tomorrow, aren't you?

Only the gods divine the future.

Why didn't you let
Ilithyia help you?

She could have
spoken to her father.

To what end?

Humiliation?

Honor and glory...

That's all you
care about, isn't it?

Not all.

Still a fool.

Still.

You said love drains a man.

It can give him hope

in the right arms.

The odds do not favor you.

They seldom do.

I've heard Barca has laid a
large amount of coin on you.

More towards
Crixus, but still...

And you?

If I had the means,

I would wager all with Barca.

You're too fucking
stubborn to die.

Every man has his end.

I pray to the gods you
have not yet reached yours.

If they do not answer,

I would ask a thing of you.

I will do everything
I can to find her.

Now sleep.

Tomorrow you face a legend

and may yet become one yourself.

Did you see it?

Septimus... the
victor, as I said.

Valerius always drops his
shield when he attacks...

A disadvantage
against the spear.

The boy has a keen eye.

Towards gladiators, yes.
His studies are another matter.

My hour of glory is long past.

Yours stands before you.

Heal old wounds.

Kill that fucking
son of a whore.

Finally the primus.

Another moment and my
tongue would turn to dust.

Water.

Apologies, Domina.

We've used our last.

Please share some of mine.

You're too kind, good Solonius.

You'd do the same
if you were able.

No matter.

Soon Theokoles will
honor the gods with blood,

and they in turn will
bless us with endless rain.

I pray for the truth in it.

This drought is
driving the city mad.

Unfortunate word has reached
us that our dearest cousin Ovidius

was murdered in his home.

Ovidius?

Ilithyia: No.

I mentioned his
wife not a night ago.

What of his son?

He was so young.

Magistrate: Their
villa was burnt,

only a few bodies yet recovered.

I fear the boy is
among the ruins.

A tragedy.

One cannot but wonder
what might prompt such an act.

Magistrate: Let us turn
our minds to thoughts of rain

to cool the fevered
brow of our city.

Citizens of Capua,

brothers of Rome,

in the name of my forefathers,

I, Titus Calavius,

present to you the final event,

- a spectacle...
- Your woman...

- of blood and death...
- is she the reason you refuse to die?

Magistrate: a
sacrifice to Ceres...

Spartacus: She is.

The great goddess of
renewal. May her lips...

Then perhaps there is
something beyond glory.

Magistrate: then shower
us with an ocean of rain.

From the house

of Quintus Lentulus Batiatus,

behold Spartacus Thraex...

joined in battle today

by the undefeated Gaul...

the champion of Capua!

Behold Crixus murmillo!

Crixus! Crixus! Crixus!

Capua!

Shall we begin?

Together they stand

against a man who
has never fallen,

a beast that has
never been tamed,

a legend that has
never been tarnished.

By the grace

of Marcus Decius Solonius,

behold Theokoles,

The Shadow of Death!

Begin.

They draw blood.

Yes!

Yes!

Yeah!

Yeah, Capua!

Capua, shall I begin?

Get out of the way.

Give ground or
I'll kill you myself.

Theokoles!

Crowd: Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Yes!

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!