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Guard: Mind them.

The noble House of Batiatus

stands humbled...

Humbled by the blessings
the gods have seen fit

to shower upon us...

and by the presence

of the most revered
citizens in all of Capua,

come to join in
celebrating the patronage

of Legatus Claudius Glaber.

The man himself regrets

the duties of the senate
prevent his attendance,

but he would see us
properly addressed,

his words delivered by
pleasing tongue of trusted wife.

Good citizens of
Rome's favored sister,

it is with great pleasure that
I, Legatus Claudius Glaber,

bestow upon Quintus
Lentulus Batiatus

my patronage and all
encompassing benefits.

No man in all of Capua
is more deserving

of such esteemed privilege.

Good Batiatus should
be held as example

to a city mired in
shadows and treachery,

the guiding light
of his virtuous heart

providing illumination in
these dark and troubling times.

For this reason and too
many others to give voice...

Still yourself.

I lend my full and
unconditional support

to the honored
position of aedile.

Aemilia failed to mention
you had mind towards office.

Oh, I admit to
none, good Sextus,

until the legatus
broached the subject.

Aedile is but a breath
below magistrate.

Hmm.

We should dine and
discuss the matter further.

My heart to Legatus
Glaber and his support.

In the hopes that you will
share it in the coming days,

I present a gift of blood...

Two legends of the arena

to face each other
sine missione...

No quarter given,
no mercy shown.

Behold Crixus,

the savage Gaul.

And who shall
attempt to tame him?

There can be but one man...

Spartacus,

slayer of the Shadow of Death.

He is of a form, is he not?

He stands a god.

Crixus.

I have given my answer.

Let us finish this.

Begin!

You speak of dangerous things.

We live in dangerous times.

Many yet hold Crixus
our true champion.

Count me among them.

Doctore, I would work the palus.

Permission for Spartacus.

Have you traded
words with Hamilcar?

He is with us.

But Lisus and the other Gauls

refuse to grab cock without
Crixus holding their balls.

Where does Rhaskos stand?

The same.

Our numbers are yet shallow.

We must gain Crixus's
support and see them rise.

The fucking madman's
still under lock and key.

How will you turn him to cause if
you cannot break words with him?

Being champion
yet affords privilege.

A way shall present itself.

- Guard: Answer.
- It best present fucking soon.

Did he tell you to stand?

Glaber falls to patronage

and the men of influence
greet me as a fucking brother.

A day of shining glory

marred by darkening cloud.

I beg a word, Dominus,

in private.

Doctore,

well, spill sour thoughts
and hear them sweetened.

Glaber's mercenaries
punish absent cause.

The men suffer at their hand.

It is a burden that
must be endured.

I have no time for
such petty concerns.

With respect,

every ludus requires
the attention of its lanista.

I seek a loftier title, one
far removed from the arena.

You would see your family's
heritage a thing of memory?

No.

Yet I tire of the
dust and drudgery

and I would have my
interests in blood and sand

overseen by someone
with more attentive eyes,

someone who has
forever proven loyal.

You would entrust
the ludus to a slave?

A slave... never.

I had thought to
make announcement

at the celebration,
but you force my hand.

My advocate is drawing up
papers granting your freedom.

Freedom?

No longer shall
you be my doctore.

You will assume
the mantle of lanista

and be warmly greeted
by your name... Oenomaus.

I had thought the
news to please.

Apologies.

I have heard rumor...
One that has vexed sleep.

Well, give voice,
and dream again.

Barca was not granted freedom.

Instead he met his
end at your hands.

The rumor is true,

yet absent reasoning.

Barca was dispatched to deliver
a simple message to Ovidius.

Instead he slaughtered the
man and his entire fucking family

against command.

I had no choice but to take
his life before the magistrate

discovered the deed
and pulled us all to ruin.

And Ashur...

Did he aid in this choice?

When you are lanista,
you shall also be faced

with decisions
grave of consequence

and know your measure
by how your blade falls.

Can you yet feel him move,

eager to make
entrance into the world?

How do you divine a boy?

Because the gods
fucking favor us.

Glaber's patronage, access
to the upper strata of Capua,

the promise of
political office...

Everything we have bled
for finally within our grasp.

We are truly blessed.

I deliver but glorious
news this day,

to be met with
tempered response.

Joy is restrained to lend
clear mind to celebration.

Glaber's patronage may
have paved road to the elite,

but they are of
ravenous appetite.

And what meal would you
suggest to see them sated?

One that only the House
of Batiatus can prepare...

Spartacus, the
slayer of Theokoles,

in a contest to the death.

We have already presented such
diversion at Numerius's toga virilis.

Varro was no match for
the champion of Capua.

We must give them what
was denied that night,

what all of Capua longs to see

but only a privileged few under
our roof may bear witness to...

The champion of
Capua, Spartacus,

in a fight for his life
against the only man

who has ever defeated him.

Is this your fucking
hope... That the fallen Gaul

is granted opportunity
to regain position?

Out.

You mistake intent.

I would see Crixus dead

for offenses committed
against the House of Batiatus.

Then we stand as
one in such regard.

Oh, your tongue
named cause of doubt.

Crixus is the only gladiator
to pose threat to Spartacus.

And there is yet
political advantage

to parading the bringer of
rain as I campaign for office.

Then we must ensure
Spartacus victorious.

And Crixus fades from memory.

That will be all.

Patronage comes with
unfortunate attachments.

A fact I am well aware of.

I am reminded of the first time
you stood before me in this office,

a savage in chains.

Now you stand as death
made meat and bone.

It was your hand that
forged my purpose.

Yet it is upon your shoulders
the House of Batiatus

has been so elevated
and continues to rise.

Two days hence we play host

to the most
influential in Capua,

in celebration of patronage.

Although a closer look
at the slayer of Theokoles

be the true draw.

A great honor. Will the
men be displayed in the villa?

The legatus would frown
upon such storied tradition.

You and the others will
be confined to the square.

And how will our
guests have view?

From purchase of the balcony.

No eye will be denied
the champion of Capua

as he faces his archenemy
in a match to the death.

I'm to fight Crixus?

This concerns you?

It is long overdue.

Yet there is no honor

in taking the life
of a caged lion.

I would see him
return to training,

so he may better thrill
the crowd before his end.

You truly have
fucking mind for this.

Crixus shall be freed from
bond, yet only for training.

I would not have
the animal run free,

lest he again bares teeth.

Remove yourself to slumber
and dreams of extracting them.

Apologies, Dominus.

There is something

I crave more than sleep.

You ask the impossible.

The gates to the
villa must stand open

before I make a
move on Batiatus.

You would have me risk all.

And for what?

So that Spartacus
may have his revenge?

No.

So that his heart might
find a measure of peace.

Was she such a woman...

Your wife?

She was the sun,

never to rise again.

A heavy thing...

To be denied its warmth.

I will see the gate opened.

But I would have exchange.

This is my price...

To feel you inside me,

to know a pale shadow

of the love that
you felt for her.

I would not have wagered the
Gaul such a challenge to Spartacus.

You underestimate
the man, Aemilia.

Crixus was once
champion, was he not?

The match is but newly born.

Much may yet
happen as it matures.

Apologies, Domina.

I must gather more
wine from the stores.

Send another.

I would keep you close
to attend the guests.

You must listen to me.

Dominus has ordered my release?

It was Spartacus
that moved his hand.

Spartacus?

He desires you at your best

when you stand before
him sine missione.

The gods finally
answer my prayers.

Had they but answered sooner.

You stand before him tomorrow

as the sun fades.

If it were this very moment,
the outcome would not change.

I have made promise to Naevia.

I will not die until I
have gained my freedom

and she is in my arms again.

Delay talk of freedom

until there are ears that
would welcome the sound.

I fear Dominus shall
forever be deaf to it.

Place your faith
to closer quarters.

Dominus releases me
from the bonds of servitude

to assume mantle as lanista.

It is a title well deserved.

Together we will
restore honor to this ludus

and Naevia to your arms.

Spartacus but
stands in your way.

Then he shall fall.

- A celebration?
- Filled with the elite.

Their deaths will
shatter Capua to chaos.

It'll be days before they
regain senses to pursue us.

- Our plan takes form.
- What of Crixus?

You still must find way to broach
subject with the fucking Gaul.

It presents itself, as promised.

Men: Yeah, Crixus! Crixus!

Crixus! Yeah!

Crixus!

Fuck my ass.

Now all that
remains is convincing

a man that hates
you to join your cause.

Lucretia: Have you
seen task to completion?

My husband's patronage
has lifted your celebration

beyond the heavens,

clouds bursting
with honored guests.

Altius and his cousin
Gaius? They are a necessity.

And are delivered, as commanded.

Aemilia's husband Sextus?

He's a former magistrate,
yet beloved by many.

His support would
all but secure office.

Pressing affairs
draw him to Rome.

That does not bring
comfort, Ilithyia.

Then perhaps his
attendance shall.

He will delay travel

with mind towards
your celebration.

How did you turn his attentions?

He favors me.

Most husbands do.

Well, your services have been

deeply appreciated.

Yet more is needed.

In the absence of
your honored husband,

we would have you address
our most noble guests...

Just a few words as if
fallen from his mouth,

extolling the virtues of
the House of Batiatus.

I shall compose something
appropriate for the occasion.

No need. I've
already seen to it.

My hands are no longer my own,

and now you seize
my fucking tongue?

I would not have it flap
about absent direction.

How much longer must
I suffer your indignities?

While breath gives
life to my command.

As you wish then.

I know there have been
tensions between us,

yet I see no cause for
our current arrangement

to fall into unpleasantness.

We were such dear friends once.

Would you not see it so again?

Would that I had
power to reverse the sun

and restore the world
to its proper place.

Rest. Eat.

We resume after
midday sun has passed.

You move well,

as if lash had never struck.

Pain is erased when
inflicted upon others.

I would have you at your
best when we face each other.

Is that all you'd have from me?

Rhaskos speaks of your desires.

What fever grips brain that
Spartacus would think me

to band with him, to
risk the lives of my men,

my life?

Is there one,

without the woman
you love within it?

I've never had
stronger reason to live.

I know your heart, Crixus.

I felt the beating of it
within my chest once.

Then you know
I'll fucking survive

and see Naevia returned to me.

As my wife was returned?

Batiatus ordered her death.

How did you come upon this?

By tongue of his man Aulus,

before silencing it forever.

I will see the House
of Batiatus fall,

and with it the villain's
blood upon the earth.

As would I in your position.

But I am far removed. My
escape would not aid Naevia.

How would I purchase
her freedom or even find her

while being hunted like
a dog by the Romans?

Join me

and we will find her together.

You know that in another life

you and I may have
been as brothers.

But not in this one.

I must win my
freedom in the arena.

Then we stand in the
way of each other's cause.

And both are just.

But if I fall,

I'd have you swear
to find Naevia

and see her freed.

And I would have word
that if you are victorious,

one day you will
have Batiatus's life.

Tomorrow then

one of us dies.

I fear it was always fated so.

Dominus.

Were you able to procure
what we need for tomorrow?

Ashur: Good Marcellus
was ever helpful.

Leave us.

Varro possessed a fine eye.

Turn yours towards business.

What has coin
extracted from Marcellus?

A solution to a
most vexing problem.

A few drops in his
cup, and fate is sealed.

It must not kill him. Our guests
need to believe the match balanced,

lest good will
turn to accusation.

It will but weaken Crixus,
allowing Spartacus advantage.

Hmm.

It is a marvel

that something so slight
could topple a legend.

All men fall.

It is but time and
method that differ.

See it done,

and in the act... The
end of that fucking Gaul.

Crixus moves with
deadly purpose.

He gives much better
showing against Spartacus

than the fool Varro.

Ilithyia: Poor Varro.

He never stood
proper chance, did he?

Crixus, however, threatens
to strip the champion

of life and title.

Indeed.

The Gaul yet surprises.

To the very end.

Apologies.

Batiatus: Esteemed
and special friends,

the noble House of Batiatus

stands humbled...

Humbled by the fortunes

the gods have seen
fit to shower upon us.

I should use
"blessings" instead.

"Fortune" has but
connotation of coin.

Blessings then.

Oh, Quintus,

has this city yet
beheld such a man?

Your father would be so proud.

The old bastard would
have cracked with jealousy,

to be so eclipsed
by unworthy son.

He loved you, Quintus.

Yet he never believed in me.

Would that he were alive
to see the House of Batiatus

soaring beneath the
flapping of my wings.

Our son shall inherit
a fucking empire.

An empire now, is it?

The foundation's already laid.

Today we build upon it.

Spartacus and
Crixus, hated foes,

facing each other in death.

The whole of the republic
will whisper with envy

what so privileged
few bore witness.

It will be a thing
not soon forgotten.

I fear your resolve grows soft.

Stone.

I but wish an end to the matter

and to the man himself.

Ashur already attends to it.

Turn thoughts from
unfortunate past

and fix on glorious future.

These celebrations can
cause hands to tremble,

even most practiced ones.

Gratitude.

See nerves calmed.

You'll do well here.

I have a feeling of it.

You are allowed to eat
from your master's table?

I prepare this as a
tribute to the mighty Crixus

before his match
against the champion.

May the gods bless it then

and give him strength
to kill Spartacus.

I would save prayer.

I do not believe
Spartacus will fall this day.

I have heard Crixus
bested him once in the arena

at the vulcanalia.

What leads you to certainty
against similar outcome?

I'm certain of many
things within these walls,

your beauty among them.

Aurelia, you are
needed in the square.

Agron: Stay to my side.

Do not stray from it, and I will
see you beyond these walls.

I do not need you to hold hand.

Agron: I only wish your life
protected, you fucking cock.

Speak louder and
see us all undone.

I would have his
fucking whip removed,

along with the
arm that wields it.

Doctore is an honorable man.

I would not have him
dead, nor any slave.

You fret of shit and piss.
Rhaskos and the others

still will not fall to
purpose without Crixus.

They will seize the moment.

Crixus is dead, and there
stands but one champion.

Doctore.

Water.

These celebrations have
habit of turning from control.

Should they again,

remove to a safe place.

None exist,

not since Varro was taken
from me by your hand.

And I shall forever
despise it for the deed,

in company with the
voice that commanded it.

You blame Batiatus?

For many things, but not this.

It was the boy Numerius

who demanded simple
sport end in death.

And I should believe a man
that would do anything to win?

Do not take me a fool.

Ashur prepares meal for Crixus

and speaks of the certainty
of your fucking victory.

They corrupt his food?

Was it the same for Varro?

Is that how you bested him?

I have no hand in this.

Were that true,

I would still pray

Crixus takes your
life before he falls.

Lucretia: You betrayed me.

Yet I've come to see

that the fault is not your own.

You cannot be
blamed for being weak.

All men are, when faced
with wet opportunity.

I would put it behind us.

All I ask in
return is the truth.

Tell me Naevia

held no meaning for you.

You ask me to speak
with false tongue.

What would it
conjure for our child?

Child?

Seed has at last taken hold.

The gods bless us.

And you would
divine me as father,

not Dominus?

I feel the blood of a
champion swelling inside me.

I feel you, Crixus.

I have often dreamt
in quiet moments

of having a child

with Naevia.

So there is nothing
left between us?

Crixus...

I didn't intend for
it to end this way.

- Man: Kill that Gaul!
- Crixus begins to fade.

As all memories do.

Man: I want to see him bleed!

You're weakened because
they have poisoned you.

Woman: Finish him!

They wish you dead.

Man: More blood!

Man: Stuff that pig!

I would not have this.

Join me, brother,

and we shall see the
House of Batiatus fall.

Man: Slice him in two!

Man #2: Kill the dog!

Spartacus...

Sextus!

Kill them! Kill them all!

Guard: Seize them! Attack!

Man: Batiatus, what is this?

Do not be alarmed, people.
Everything is under control.

Please.

He tried to kill you,
that fucking animal.

We must calm this. Where
are the fucking guards?

Why do you stand
there? Gather your men.

I shall see you
properly attended.

Hamilcar!

Crixus!

- What is this madness?
- Spartacus shows us the way.

He is a dog without honor.

This house is without honor.

Batiatus ordered his wife dead.

And Domina... she has tainted me

because I spurn
her fucking heart.

I have given my
life to this ludus.

No, they stole it from
you, from all of us.

You asked me
to put faith in you.

I ask the same.

Honor us all

and see an end of
this fucking house.

Go!

No!

I save you this time, brother.

Friends, we are perfectly
safe inside the villa.

The situation is being
attended. Still your hearts.

This very moment my guards
are no doubt dealing with these...

They've lost mind.

Where the fuck is Ilithyia?

Come. Let us away.

Seal the doors. Let
no one beyond them.

What of the guests?

I am the wife of the legatus.

Seal the fucking doors.

Ilithyia!

Man: Open the doors!

Do you recall what I said

in this very room...

That if there was more
to Barca's departure,

you and I would share words?

Doctore.

Do not fucking speak.

I have seen you
ply tongue upon ear,

whispering poison,

infecting the
honor of this house.

You would kill a
defenseless man?

Where is the
fucking honor in that?

Let's see if you recall
what I taught you

when you were yet a man.

The doors. The doors.

Glaber's men sealed the doors.

Ilithyia.

Why would she do such a thing?

Mother!

Quintus.

Go. Go!

Come.

Man: Come here,
you Roman pussies.

- Numerius: We are all of us dead.
- No, we will regain this house.

Take Numerius.
Conceal yourselves.

Come. I know a place.

Where do you go?

To my husband...

and the death of Spartacus.

Pathetic.

You think this will
cause difference?

Even if life fades,

my hand shall yet be felt.

It plotted the death of Barca,

saw the magistrate's end.

It even helped force
Glaber to patronage.

Every beam,

every stone in
this fucking house

bears the mark of Ashur.

It bears only your treachery.

My fucking treachery?

When did you
stand forth for Ashur?

When did any of you greet me

short of mockery and scorn,

you fucking cunts?

You received what you deserved

for Barca and all the
others you have betrayed.

Your time is done.

Would that this were the arena.

Your blood would
dishonor the sand.

Send me on my way then

as you would a gladiator.

Please, Doctore...

A parting kindness.

Ashur!

Ashur!

Quintus.

Quintus.

You were right.

There is still something
between you and I.

Where is Naevia?

Where?

See me and
Dominus out of the villa

and I will tell you.

I do not believe you.

Please,

Crixus.

Our child.

I would rather see it dead

than suckle your breast.

We must conceal ourselves.

Was it yours...

That small, little voice?

Did it form the words that
robbed Varro of his life?

Varro?

He deserved to die.

He was nothing.

What did you know of the man?

That he would sing to his child

sleeping in his arms

or kiss the tears from my cheek

when I was of a mood?

Did you know the father,

the husband?

He was not a perfect man...

but he was mine.

He was mine! He was mine!

He was mine!

Mine! Mine!

He was mine!

Argh! Mine!

Aurelia.

It's done.

It's done.

Look to the girl.

Is this not enough?

How many more must die?

I would see but one.

I am your dominus.

I will have your fucking hearts.

Quintus.

Lucretia.

What would you do

to hold your wife again,

to feel the warmth of her skin,

the taste of her lips?

How many men would you kill?

A hundred? A thousand?

There stands but one

between you and her.

Go to her.

Tell her the gods themselves

would not keep you apart.

Lie, as you lied
to me of my wife.

Oenomaus.

You were nothing before me.

I gave you everything.

I gave you the means
to accept your fate.

And now you are destroyed by it.

Spartacus: I have done
this thing because it is just.

Blood demands blood.

We have lived and lost

at the whims of our
masters for too long.

I would not have it so.

I would not see the
passing of a brother

for the purpose of sport.

I would not see another
heart ripped from chest

or breath forfeit for no cause.

I know not all of
you wished this.

Yet it is done.

It is done.

Your lives are your own.

Forge your own path

or join with us,

and together

we shall see Rome tremble!