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Crixus! Crixus! Crixus!

It wounds my heart to
see a man once so elevated

plummet to such depths.

Your dog Ashur...

Was he always upon your leash

even when licking my ass?

His loyalty never wavered.

The man is most
skilled in deceit.

Or perhaps you were too blinded
by envy to perceive the truth.

Solonius: You flatter yourself.

Batiatus: Did you not have
eyes towards my ludus,

my champions, my wife?

You would steal glory
from the House of Batiatus,

yet here you are

with nothing but blood
and sand for your efforts.

Capua will see you
for what you are.

The man who brought the
magistrate's murderer to justice,

the hero of the people.

May the gods protect
me from their wrath.

Crixus makes quick
work of his opponent.

I must return to the pulvinus

to announce your execution.

Well played, Batiatus.

I underestimated you.

You are not the first
to die for that mistake.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

For you!

Crixus honors the
memory of your husband.

As do we all.

We should put these
dark times behind us...

and with Solonius's blood

mend our grief.

Crowd: Crixus!

Crixus! Crixus! Crixus!

I request words with Batiatus,

yet you return absent the man.

Other matters
occupy his attention.

I've pressed for
audience all week.

Dominus forgets
who his champion is.

It is you who forgets title...

Master and slave.

Apologies.

I have made many mistakes
since becoming champion.

Know that I intend
to rectify them shortly.

Good citizens of Capua!

I stand before you,

the sting of tears yet
hot upon my cheek,

to redress a most vile crime

against our city
and our hearts...

The murder of
Magistrate Titus Calavius...

his life stolen

for lust of profit

and advancement,

his warmth and guidance

torn from our hands

and those of loving wife

and noble son.

Yet today we shall
witness justice.

The base criminal
that has so wounded us

shall be executed ad gladium.

Enter Solonius,

enemy of the people.

Crowd: Fucking pig!

Traitor!

Slice his shriveled cock off!

You fucking pig!

Fuck you!

And who shall
balance the scales?

Who shall restore
honor to our city?

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

There is but one man,

the slayer of Theokoles,

the bringer of rain...

Spartacus,

champion of Capua!

You survived your
execution, Thracian,

upon these very sands.

Perhaps good
Solonius will fare as well.

I would not expect it.

Begin.

Fight me, damn it.

Why does Spartacus
not strike in return?

He but extends the moment,
to the favor of the crowd.

The villain's blood
will flow soon enough.

Your husband has
been a gift from the gods.

Numerius would be
lost without his support.

He gains great
comfort in the act.

The comfort is ours.

He will make a fine father
when the day comes.

Look, Spartacus draws blood.

You are not absent skill.

Nor desire to live.

You see? Solonius
comes to his end.

And who would not wish it?

The streets of Rome are
wet with the tears of your loss.

We have not received
word from you, Ilithyia.

Did you speak to your husband

about patronage for
the House of Batiatus?

At length.

He comes to Capua a day hence

to discuss the
matter personally.

The roar of the crowd...

There's no sound more glorious.

The last you shall hear.

You take the wrong life.

Your master
Batiatus is the villain.

And shall join you presently.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Oh.

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

I would not have Agron risk
himself on behalf of brotherly bond.

See him separated from
Duro in future games.

And what of Spartacus?

He grows restless at
not receiving audience.

The proceedings with Solonius
have filled my attentions.

Send Mira to
occupy his thoughts.

I will summon
him in the morning.

Dominus.

Robes fit for a man of
breeding and intelligence.

You wear them well.

Today beheld the end of
Solonius... A welcome spectacle

given purchase by
your loyalty and cunning.

You shall be removed
from the ludus immediately.

Removed?

You'll reside in the villa,

elevated far above
the common men,

your devious fucking
mind close to elbow.

Gratitude seizes the tongue.

Well, perhaps a woman
will aid in the untangling of it.

Name any slave,

and the wet joys of
her body are yours.

I confess to certain longings...

for one not yet soiled
by the other men.

Give name to your
desire and see it fulfilled.

Apologies.

My presence was commanded.

By Batiatus?

His words set me to purpose,

but they were gladly received.

I tend your wound,

stand guard at your request

while you stain
hands with blood,

and you discard a simple touch?

My mind is taken
with other thoughts.

Then break open
head and share them.

I fear Batiatus suspects
my hand in Aulus's death.

He appears absent the
weight of pressing concern.

Then why does he
not grant me audience?

What secrets did Aulus
reveal in dying breath

that so inflamed?

That his hand
robbed Sura of life...

by command of Batiatus.

You plan vengeance?

You cannot do this.

Spartacus.

That is not what she called me.

Never again will I hear
her whisper my true name

or taste the joy
of it on her lips.

I will see the light
fade from his eyes

or join her in the attempt.

At expense of my life?

The Thracian does
not know Roman law.

If one slave spills the
blood of his master,

all are put to death.

Each to his own fate

and I to mine.

You move with strong purpose.

Spurred by your victory.

When I defeated Pericles

and you were not
in the pulvinus...

There is no meaning to glory

without your eyes to witness it.

They will never again be absent.

Lucretia: Naevia.

Hurry.

Quickly.

Lucretia: Naevia.

Domina.

What business do you
attend that you do not answer?

Fetching wine, Domina.
Apologies. I did not hear.

Leave it.

There is a service
required of you by Dominus.

My heart quickens
at such a vision.

Please.

Set mind to ease.
I cling to no grudge

for past transgressions.

I do not understand.

You spoke with Doctore

after it was said Barca
secured his freedom.

I told him nothing.

A thing of no consequence.

Turn it from your thoughts

as I have turned it from mine

in favor of more...

intimate concerns.

I have admired your beauty

for many years.

Were you aware of my affections?

I have felt your
gaze linger of late.

A gaze is all I could dare,

your position placing you

forever beyond my grasp,

delicate,

ripe Naevia,

always the forbidden fruit...

Until now.

You tremble.

Has a man never kissed you,

caressed the soft curves

of your hips,

slipped inside of you?

Domina has seen
me remain untouched.

Then we are both

in her debt.

Lucretia: You give her
away as if a common whore.

I have preserved her
chastity since she was a child,

towards presenting it as gift.

The only gift of
chastity is in its removal.

By a man of worth,

not fucking Ashur.

Naevia has been
my most trusted slave.

The thought of
that fucking Syrian

shoving his devious
cock inside her...

It's betrayal, Quintus.

It is a necessity.
Set details of it aside

and shift mind to
Glaber's arrival.

His patronage brings
to climax all our labors.

When the sun rises on
the House of Batiatus,

everything will change.

Your wooden man gives
almost as much fight as Solonius.

With each victory

I draw closer to facing
you again in the arena

and reclaiming stolen glories.

There is no glory,

only blood

spilled for the
pleasure of the Romans.

And how they shall roar

when I spill your
blood upon the sands.

Spartacus, you are summoned.

I fear you will never
have the chance.

Batiatus: Watch what
you're fucking doing.

Be careful with that.

Man: Dominus.

Where are the flowers?

Go find the new girl and
bring the fucking flowers.

A house full of slaves, have
to do fucking everything myself.

Ah, the champion of Capua

graces us with his presence.

Apologies for not
receiving you sooner.

I have been consumed with
the tumult of recent events.

Much has changed.

The world reforms at our feet,

the very earth thrusting
us to unimaginable heights.

At great cost.

Batiatus: Easily paid.
At this very moment

Legatus Glaber

thunders towards us
to bestow patronage.

I know your feelings
towards the man.

I would ask that
they be put aside

in favor of more noble pursuits.

Glaber took Sura from my arms,

but he is not the
man that took her life.

Aurelia?

- Would that be all?
- Yeah, fine. Leave.

What is she doing here?

Working beneath my employ
to pay off Varro's debts.

I pledged my winnings
to such a cause.

- You did not tell her this?
- Of course.

She would have no coin
from your purse nor mine

unless it was obtained
by means of fair labor.

She wishes to serve
the House of Batiatus

until all his debts
are balanced.

She is a good woman

and worthy of consideration.

And she shall receive
it in abundance.

Now tell me, what matter were
you so eager to discuss with me?

I merely sought word
towards Varro's wife,

and that she had
been provided for.

Excellent.

So all is well between us?

I require words with Spartacus.

Why the fuck would I allow that?

Because my tongue remains silent

towards the gate key you lost.

You would have it remain so?

Be quick.

Opportunity presents
itself, yet Batiatus lives.

For the moment.

Last night the lives of
every slave under this roof

meant nothing to you.

Then Aurelia appears
and you grow a conscience.

Varro was as a brother.

I will not see his
wife put at risk.

You put the woman at risk
when you killed her husband.

Crixus.

A parting gift.

What is this shit?

A memento of your
battle with Theokoles.

The city was filled
with such novelties

after Spartacus
brought the rains.

The craftsmanship
was rather poor.

Dominus finally decides

to remove you from
the company of men?

Far removed.

I've been given favored
quarters within the villa

to serve as our
master's right hand.

The one he wipes his ass with.

Ah, a witty turn of phrase,

one of many splendors I
shall miss of being a gladiator.

You were never a gladiator.

No.

Not after your blade
found itself in my leg.

My gift to you.

One that has given great reward.

Everything I am,
everything I now possess

I owe to you.

No, that goes to the balcony.

Quickly. The legatus arrives.

The new girl is
slow to the task.

An act of charity.

We shall yet find
proper use for her.

A great day, Dominus,

one that shall be remembered.

- Where is the legatus?
- Apologies.

My husband is delayed.

But you made promise.

Which will be well kept.

He yet intends proper visit,

but requests good Batiatus give
greeting upon entering the city.

A great honor.
When does he arrive?

Now.

We must hurry.

Come.

Let us retire to
the balcony to feast

and review your sense of timing.

I would love nothing more,

but I must return to the villa

to gather my belongings.

To what end?

I'm moving back to Rome.

But your stay in Capua
has been so brief.

Painfully.

Yet now that my husband
campaigns for praetor,

he insists I remain at his side.

Are you well?

The blood drains
from your cheeks.

My heart but flutters at the...

The thought of losing you.

Memories of our time together

will fade only with difficulty.

Your friendship, Lucretia,

has forever altered my life.

Spartacus, I would make request.

Ask another, if
you seek it granted.

It is not for me,
but for my brother.

Batiatus orders us parted.

Duro greets the news with
a laugh and fucking smile.

Yet I fear he shall not
survive the arena on his own.

You are not alone
in the thought.

Batiatus shows you much favor.

A word from your lips could
see the decision undone.

Batiatus favors
no one but himself.

Man: Yeah! The legatus!

Legatus Glaber,

your arrival honors
the fair city of Capua.

An honor I expected matched
by greeting at the gate.

Apologies. I had thought...

Let us move past it.

My ears burn with reports of
lawlessness since last I visited.

The magistrate's
murder was unfortunate.

As was that of
Ovidius and his family.

And now the cousin of
Senator Crassus goes missing.

Let us retire to my villa

and we can discuss these
and other matters at length.

I prefer to speak with
someone in authority.

- Good Mercato awaits.
- I shall accompany you.

That won't be necessary.
Await me at your villa.

- When shall I expect you?
- When I arrive.

Guard: Crixus, you are summoned.

I long for the night, to continue
what was last interrupted.

I cannot meet you.

'Tis but one night.
There's no cause for this.

Yes, cause enough to
drown us both in tears.

Dominus has given me to another.

Who?

Tell me his name.

What does it matter?

We have lived in a dream
and now we must awaken.

Do not be troubled,
mighty Crixus.

Capua cheers your
name once more.

Soon you will seize
the mantle of champion

from that fucking Thracian

and everything
shall be as it was

before you fell to Theokoles.

I long for it to be so.

As do I.

Something's wrong.

Apologies, Domina.

Naevia.

That shitfuck
beckons me to the city

only to spurn me like
a thin-waisted whore.

Once again the gods
spread the cheeks

to ram cock in fucking ass.

Perhaps a gentle nudge,

to remind the legatus
of your importance?

Make the arrangements.

Glaber will bend
to my fucking will

or break in the denying of it.

Lucretia, you need to have
fucking words with Ilithyia.

What's happened?

I am with child.

You're to be a father, Quintus.

Wine. Wine for the
fucking house, eh?

We must celebrate.

We must celebrate.

This fucking village!

Finally.

I had feared you
absorbed for the night.

The curse of Mercato's
incompetence.

Cousin of Crassus vanishes,

and no theory rattles
around in his empty head.

Theories pale
against the obvious.

Licinia's tongue was
suspected of lounging

in less esteemed places

than around her husband's cock,

whereas mine has made do

with naught but
idle conversation.

I fear it may not
have been as idle

as you would have me believe.

What promises have you made
Batiatus and his faded bitch?

The fleshmonger looks
to me with rheumy eyes

brimming with expectation.

I promised nothing

save word on their behalf

to my dearly missed husband.

Batiatus is little better

than the beasts
that bear his mark.

True,

but they do provide
a certain amusement.

Humor their intent.

No more can be asked
from a man of your station.

My promise discharged,

and we shall return to Rome

and more civilized company.

Fetch another.

And hold on to it this time.

Aurelia,

I beg a moment

alone.

You cannot be under
the care of Batiatus.

- The deed is done.
- Then I shall see it undone.

- My winnings in the arena...
- Are not fucking wanted.

Varro asked that I
see you taken care of.

Then return him to me.

Varro's son...

He is safe?

He stays with my brother

to be raised free
of his father's debt.

Absent his mother.

What of the child in carry?

It was not fathered by Varro.

Without him I...

I had it removed
from my concerns,

as I would be from yours.

Batiatus is not to be trusted.

Do not lay faith in him.

My husband is dead,

and with him all faith.

Batiatus: As your eyes witness,

no coin has been spared
in restoring the villa.

All will marvel
upon privileged entry

and be humbled
by the storied history

of the House of Batiatus.

Glaber: It is a
vast improvement.

Mm, the gods have
truly blessed them.

And continue to do so.

If fortune so favors,
why do you continue

to press so brazenly
for my support?

True fortune extends no
further than a man's ambitions.

Mine stretch well beyond
the sands in the arena.

How far beyond?

To the very doors
of political office...

in a minor capacity at first.

Well, let us entertain
it for a moment.

What men of status
lend you their confidence?

Magistrate Calavius had
voiced his endorsement.

Before the coward Solonius
forever stilled his tongue.

Base villain.

The way he would
stare, with his teeth.

Glaber: My heart is
moved by the tragedy,

yet my head remains fixed.

What advantage would I gain
by association with a lanista?

My gladiators ignite
the passion of the crowd.

Lend name to my cause
and see their deafening cheers

transformed into demands
for Claudius Glaber

and his desired
position of praetor.

They do favor Batiatus's
men like no others,

especially Spartacus.

The Thracian.

And what does it say
that your finest gladiator

was my worst soldier?

That I am the greatest
lanista in the republic,

for I have taken a wild beast
and forged him into a god.

It's a bold claim.

Built on a foundation
of fucking granite.

I would see your
words made flesh.

Easily conjured.

Spartacus trains in the
square with the other men.

I have descended into the
bowels of your ludus once before

and did not care for the stench.

Summon the
Thracian to the villa,

along with the rest of your men.

All of them?

All of them.

The champion of Capua.

A sad day when an honored city

elevates a cur to such position.

I see you've taught the
animal not to speak out of turn.

And I would have demonstration

of other tricks the
Thracian has learned.

Unchain him.

Which of my men would
you have oppose him?

None.

Formation!

Spartacus wields
practice swords.

I fear he's at a disadvantage.

I but give him chance
to prove his legend.

Iovis.

How exciting.

Begin.

Vesper. Linus.

Legatus.

You opened this door, lanista,
and we shall pass through it.

Behold, the legend is proved.

Dominus.

This savage caused
Rome great offense,

yet it would appear that
you have broken the man.

The way he bows his
head in deference...

Would I be afforded
such courtesies, I wonder,

if patronage were awarded?

He would be yours to
command, as would all my men.

Kneel

and it shall be so.

Legatus.

Crixus!

You fucking cunt!

Calm yourself.

Slaves running wild... this is what
you would have me give name towards?

What seizes your fucking wits?

- Speak!
- Crixus: Let me go!

I yet but touch my gift,
and Crixus goes mad.

I felt her maidenhood long
absent when we lay together.

Now I know whose
cock was in her first.

Crixus: I'll fucking kill...!

You whore!

How long? How fucking long?

How long have you hidden
laughter behind a polite smile?

How long have
you been luring him

to your filthy slave cunt?

What is it? What is it?

Give it to me. Give it to me.

How did you come by it?

I took it.

To open the gate, so
you could lie with Crixus.

You alone knew of
my feelings for him,

and yet you betray me.

Crixus never loved you.

He did only as commanded.

Mira.

Domina.

Bring me a knife.

You have assurance
Crixus will be punished.

I fear your hands
too soft for the task.

You are mistaken.

They are as steel,
hardened to their purpose.

Glaber: As I to mine.

We return to Rome, absent
unworthy entanglements.

Do not turn from me!

You forget your place, lanista.

No, I secure it.

Clear the fucking room.

Tell Ashur to bring
our gift for the legatus.

Forget your gifts.

I would part as from a troubling
dream, untethered by the memory of it.

Oh, you will remember this day

until you lay to slumber,
never to awaken.

I fear we have let
events run the best of us.

Perhaps a cup of
wine to cool the head.

We are long past
civilized recourse.

Your husband presses
issue. I would see it closed.

As would I.

You cannot believe this
will make a difference.

Open it and see.

What is this abomination?

But a piece of the whole...

Licinia, cousin of Crassus.

You murdered Licinia?

No.

Your wife did.

He lies.

A most heinous act, one I
was content to help obscure

under promise of her
aid in obtaining your favor.

Now I fear Licinia's
body may resurface,

on the grounds of
your villa perhaps.

I will see the tongue ripped
from your fucking mouth.

Even so ruined, it
would yet speak the truth.

Claudius,

you cannot believe me
capable of such a thing.

Patronage is granted.

A portion of my men
will remain stationed

against further embarrassments.

Make all other
arrangements with Ilithyia.

She will be remaining
here in Capua.

No.

No man is above retribution

for offenses committed
against the House of Batiatus...

No gladiator,

no champion,

even the men that guard
you, should they be guilty

of deceit or incompetence.

Hector found his key removed.

His head follows.

The fault lies in my own breast,

with heart grown too large.

This cannot stand.

Legatus Claudius Glaber

is now our honored patron.

And he has opened my eyes
to the error of my generosity,

one that demands correction.

Embrace the pain.

It is the only way.

I expect your meetings
with Crixus to end.

Quintus...

Do not fucking speak.

That you would think
me a fool is insult enough.

I have always known

and turned eye away only
because it made you happy

and caused me no thought.

Those days have ended.

Set your attentions
towards our child

and do not see them stray.

Enough!

Naevia: Crixus!

Crixus!

Grant them a moment.

He was our champion
once. Allow him such respect.

I have destroyed us.

We yet live.

Where do they take you?

I do not know.

I will win my freedom.

I will not rest
until I find you.

It is time.

He speaks of
freedom as did Barca.

I give you my word that I
shall aid him in the seeking of it.

No, you must not let
him broach the subject.

Barca was not freed.

Batiatus took his life.

Fuck ass, you Roman cock.

Shut your fucking mouth.

I would caution softer words.

The shit keeps rising
higher in this fucking hole.

Perhaps it's best
not to be present

when it fills the mouth.

What do you speak of?

I speak of nothing.

Nothing sounds much like escape.

And how would nothing find way

past Batiatus and all
his fucking Romans?

There is but one path.

We kill them all.