All language subtitles for Spartacus.S02E03.the.Greater.Good.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H264-FLUX

[ chains rattling ]

[ crying ]

Quiet your
fucking bleating!

Still yourself.

This how you came
for the mine?

By not heeding
fucking command?

See yourselves free.

[ yelling ]

You favor clever strategy.

Fuck the man
from behind.

A good start to the day.

I would see it built upon...

I seek a woman named Naevia.

She was cast out from the House
of Batiatus before its fall -

Batiatus?

You are Spartacus?!

I am Crixus.

Spartacus stands
the fool beside me.

The woman he seeks
is of rare beauty.

The mark of her domina
upon her back, she was carried.

Spartacus tells a sword
becomes lighter in time.

It is a heavy thing,
to rob a man of life.

Less so that
of a Roman shit.

Stay close by.

I will help shoulder
weight until we can--

[ gasping ]

The girl...

Naevia...

Her fate...

known to me...

Speak it then.

Spare a horse,
and my life.

Speak.

They add to our numbers.

Yet not my cause.

We will find her.

Words you have
spoken many times.

Still ignored
by the gods.

[ screaming ]

The man. He--
he spoke of your woman.

What did he say?

Find fucking voice!

Dead.

Naevia is dead.

I cannot believe
she is gone.

The gods again turn from
those most worthy of blessing.

I hold no love for the man.
[ screaming ]

Yet it tears heart,
to see him so.

How did she
meet her end?

Naevia was put to
cart for Lucania

having served purpose
for Batiatus' ambition.

She perished
in the mines?

She gave life in passage,

from injuries borne
of mistreatment.

Death a kindness then,

to be spared such a fate.

Kindness only
to the one taken.

The man yet stands mute.

This is what you
would offer me,

to gain favor?

A statue that bleeds?

Oenomaus believes himself
a man of honor.

Pain alone will not move him
to betray his brothers.

and I know the man well.

Given over to my hands--

I do not think
I've forgotten

what your hands are capable of,
slave.

Or how they aided Batiatus in
tethering me to this house.

I but did as
my dominus commanded,

absent thought
of refusal.

As I would faithfully
serve you now,

in seeing Spartacus
brought to his end.

You speak of loyalties.

Yet the mark of Batiatus brings
allegiance to question.

A blight upon flesh.

Forever mocking
more noble intentions.

Prove them.

And live to see if you
are of further use.

Your will.

My hands.

[ grunting ]

You must be patient.

The gods would not
deliver Oenomaus,

only to mock us
with his silence.

The sum of my doubt does not
lie with the gods alone.

It's equally shared
with their messenger.

[ laughter ]

Ah. Here is our man.

Courteous to finally
acknowledge our presence.

Apologies. I was unaware
of your arrival.

The fault is mine.

Between happy
reunion with father

and plying Varinius
for news of Rome...

Is this
the Lanista's wife?

The one they whisper
of in the streets?

Lucretia.

To find you alive.

It's a blessing from Olympus.

I am but its
humble instrument.

You are overly modest.

To have survived such horrors...

Jupiter himself must
have taken note of your worth.

Varinius comes
to present games.

Games?

Two weeks of blood and sport!

To move the city from heavy
thought of Spartacus,

yet untamed.

It shall be glorious
spectacle...

made more so by your men

presented in opening
celebration.

The sight of them coupled

with Lucretia
in the pulvinus

shall help calm
the citizenry.

An honor to
I would happily oblige,

were they not otherwise
occupied in the south.

Do they draw any closer
to their goal?

Or does Spartacus
yet elude them,

as I heard he did
in the market?

Perhaps Seppius' men could
march in your games.

It's well known you hold

considerable sway
with them.

Seppius' men do not carry
the seal of Rome,

as your men do.

Show good Varinius to wine,

and enticing view
of the city below.

I would voice no argument.

Come then.

I shall see you
properly attended.

Varinius is admired
within the Senate.

A thing to be
carefully considered

before words fly
from errant fucking tongue.

Do I not stand his equal?

In title only.

They think you
an incompetent child,

unable to wipe clean
his own shit.

So a show of respect
towards a fellow praetor

would be wise step
towards quieting doubt. Hmm?

Not only among the Senate.

Capua, to the north.

Our current position, here.

To the east, Vesuvius.

Strong position
to make camp.

Within striking distance
of Pompeii to the south.

Or Neapolis to the northwest.

Prison ships often
empty at its ports.

Vomiting men to be sold
into slavery.

As my brother and I were,
a lifetime ago.

I was carried
across the Adriatic,

to the eastern seaboard.

I know little
of Neapolis.

There are fighting men,
brought to its shores?

Captured in foreign wars.

Already enemies of Rome,

easily recruited to our cause.

A reasonable course,
well thought.

I shall break
words with Crixus.

Towards what end?

He stands for the Gauls.

Then he is waist
deep in shit.

They are half our number,

and much needed in any attempt
on Neapolis.

As the man himself is
in need of distraction

from wounded soul.

How did you survive?

After your woman was taken
from you forever?

The man that
I was did not.

I am but bones and flesh,

void of beating heart.

We will see
empty chest filled.

With the blood of Romans.

An ocean of it would not wash
away what I have done.

What you have done?

I pursued
Naevia's affections,

regardless of concern
towards discovery.

Of what Lucretia
would do

if betrayal were known.

Naevia is gone
from this world

because of my selfish
desires.

We do not choose love.

It claims each man as it will.

And it grips until
there is nothing left.

An empty hand can
yet become a fist.

How many more remain
shackled in servitude,

as Naevia was?

Without hope of love
or gentle touch?

Together we can strike chain
from neck--

On this subject I have heard
your thoughts.

Leave me to my own.

She was a radiant spirit.

Yet she died a slave.

A fate shared by my wife.

I would not see more
like them fall.

Because men who could make
difference stood idle.

A sword in his chest would
be a blow less felt.

We have all
made sacrifices.

Crixus now makes his.

I would speak with him...

Your words would only cause
greater suffering.

If he knew the truth...

I would not have you
and countless others

fall in vain attempt.
Come.

There is much planning yet
needed towards Neapolis.

Oh, that vacant gaze.

I've witnessed
it before.

When you were upon
your knees in the Pits,

awaiting death.

Or were you longing for it?

Is that why you
sought out a place

void of precious honor?

A thought drags
the mighty Oenomaus

into the depths
of the underworld?

Your betrayal of the house
that saved you

from such torment there?

A brotherhood turning your
instruction as Doctore

to treachery or murder?

Or that Ashur
escaped your attempt

to rob him of life?

A thing of low importance.

Let us set past behind us,

and turn eye towards less
quarrelsome future.

Ah, No no!

You must ask for it!

You must break
silence and speak.

You thirst for water?

For the release
of death?

Free your tongue,
and see desires quenched!

[ smirking ]

Tell me where Spartacus
and his shits are to be found.

They have spat on everything
you've held true.

You owe them nothing.

Speak, you fucking cunt!

Very well.

Remain silent.

Remain living,
and in pain.

Day after day.

With only Ashur to comfort you.

As you once comforted me upon
these very sands.

You should have warned me
of their arrival.

I was swept
by the moment.

They stood but
a short length waiting.

Long enough
for your father

to slip noose
about my neck.

All will be forgotten
when you present your men.

Oh to honor
a jest of a man.

Go.

To honor your child.

With a father that will
rise within the Senate.

I did not care
for Varinius' hand upon you.

Nor I.

Yet his touch will never know
wetter climes...

Pressing concerns
pull mind from task.

Task?

You know my meaning.

Must confer with Marcus,

towards the recall of my troops
from the south.

[ grunting ]

We must not fall to quarrel.

Vesuvius will
serve purpose well.

Agron speaks of fighting men
to be liberated

from Neapolis
not far from it's banks.

Agron can suck
the piss from my cock!

Too small a drink
for a man.

Fuck you!

Vesuvius offers advantage.
Fucking coward!

From its shadow we can
strike the ports of Neapolis'

Ships heavy with warriors

captured by the Romans,

as many of us once were --

Let us hear
from Crixus!

[ Shouts of agreement ]

And what would he say?

What words would
make difference?

The ones I have told myself?

Ones of hope,
and promise of better days?

Throat can no longer
make such empty noise.

It is choked with loss.

An agony familiar
to many of us.

Spartacus lost his wife.

Yet his fire still burns.

Agron, a brother.

Yet his fire still burns.

We have all lost.

We have all seen
those held as friend,

as family,

as lover,

fall to the Romans.

Yet our fire still burns.

And together we shall
ignite an inferno.

I move to Vesuvius
with Spartacus.

[ grunting ]

[ breathing heavy ]

You will speak.

In your final moments.

When you beg for life's end.

You will tell
me where Spartacus and--

You fucking cunt!

I shall tear the words
from your fucking mouth!

Ashur.

Oenomaus must not die

before prophecy
is fulfilled.

Then entreat the fucking
heavens to pry his lips.

Or you would do well
to seal your own,

lest tongue escape you.

I should never have
returned to this house.

Fortunes darken
as consequence.

Look to the gods
for illumination.

The gods?

Was it Jupiter,
that found you near death?

Or Venus, who stitched
your mangled womb?

[ screaming ]

Did Mars see you fed
and clothed?

Did Apollo deliver Oenomaus
into your hands?

No.

It was Ashur!

Lowest of fucking mortals!

You but service
the will of the gods.

I was serving you.

And I them.

Then I fear that
we are both forsaken.

The man will not speak.

Absent his words, your
prophecy will fall to ruin.

The pious quickly
to follow.

Even the dead may
give voice to passion.

The man stands empty
of such worldly vice.

Then see him filled.

With memories
of the past.

There is a secret,
buried within these walls.

And you will
see it exhumed,

and the corpse
set to purpose...

The hour grows late.

And our bed cold.

Fall to it.

I'll be with
you presently.

The maddening thing,
to forever be waiting for you.

Far from your side.

It's not always
the safest place.

As many have learned.

I am not the past.

I stand with you now.

And would hold more value
than gentle touch

and satisfying your needs.

I would stand beside you,

blade gripped in hand
slick with Roman blood.

I will not be helpless,
as Naevia was.

Her life slow march
towards death.

We all move towards
such end.

Only the length
of the journey differs.

Then let us
greet it together.

And show not
all go quietly.

You intend to spirit away
the entire villa in that trunk?

We do not know
what Vesuvius holds, Chadara.

Agron would have
us well supplied.

Agron, yes.

He is of a form,
is he not?

I suppose.

Oh, you suppose?

Do not think I have not noticed
your eyes upon him.

Nor the way of late you have
been huddled together

in intimate conversation.

You mistake subject
of discussion.

Yet not the blush upon your
cheek when he is near.

[ laughter ]

You would do yourself well
to pursue desire.

I would myself,
if I believed he favored me.

I thought you were
taken with Rhaskos?

Rhaskos
is a base animal.

Yet one with sharp claws,

offering protection
and position.

Spartacus holds Agron
in much high esteem.

I envy you his attentions.

[ chattering ]

We can reach Vesuvius
by nightfall,

if we put the slaver wagon
to use.

It would commit us
to the roads.

The forest will
better hide our numbers.

And slow progress.

A fair trade, to see us all

to the mountain alive.

Crixus.

I was not in favor
of your training.

Do you know
the reason?

I made attempt
on Spartacus.

As have I, on more
than one occasion.

I did not trust you.

Because you
are Syrian.

I have had unfortunate
acquaintance

with one
of your people.

As did my woman,
Naevia.

Apologies.

He caused her much pain.

Yet despite this,

she would not have held
you for his actions.

Such was her heart.

One I shall try to honor,
in thought and deed.

There is something
I must tell you...

Rome considers
us nagging fly.

After Neapolis, they shall know
the sting --

Agron!

Take your man!

Fucking shit!

I'll fucking kill you!

Have you lost mind?

Regained heart.

Naevia lives.

How do you
come by this?

The boy Nasir.

The slaver told
not of Naevia's death,

but of her suffering
in the mines.

An equal fate--

Why would you bear
false tongue,

when a life holds
in the balance?

What of our lives?

What of our lives?

Crixus has no thought
towards any but Naevia.

And would have us
all meet our end

in foolish attempt
on the mines.

I did what needed to be done,
Spartacus.

You must see this.

A lie for the greater good.

One that would never
have passed lips,

had it been your brother Duro
in her place.

If a single life holds no value,

then none are of worth.

I stand with Crixus.

And will see
Naevia from bondage.

I will not fucking
die for this!

I move for Vesuvius.

Those that would live,

join me.

He returns to us.

I have set vigil,

throughout chill
embrace of night.

Concerned that in
eruption I had ah--

released you
to the afterlife.

It swells heart, to find you yet
bound to this world.

Still not a word?

Very well.
Save voice.

I would enjoy the sweet caress
of my own.

So very much to speak of.

Long years of secrets
within this house,

seeping in the very
bones that support it.

Place ear to any beam,

and marvel at the whispers
of the past.

It was there that I first
discovered Crixus,

embraced in ill fated love
with the young Naevia.

Their dominus blessed me
with elevation,

upon heel of ending
Magistrate Calavius

and cursing Solonius
with the deed.

Further inside...

where Gannicus
first took your wife,

as entertainment
for noble Varus.

Lies.

Stone at last cracks!

In defense
of a fucking whore.

Were you really so blind?

The lingering gazes
they shared?

The subtle change
in your brother?

You know nothing...

of brotherhood...

Nor did Gannicus.

Have you never asked
yourself how your wife

came to sip
a tainted wine

that was meant
for Batiatus?

And she was not in habit
of thieving, was she?

Or partaking
of drink alone?

Do you recall that night?

Gannicus, to be sold
the next morning.

You, conveniently
removed to town.

Your wife, slipping away
into Gannicus' cell.

One last drink.

One...

last...

fuck.

You're all the same.

Spartacus. Crixus.

The noble Oenomaus.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, falling
to ruin for women plowed

by other men's cock.

[ grunting ]

Search heart, and feel
the sting of truth.

It was a gift for Titus.

How did it come
to pass her lips?

She was no thief.

Your wife betrayed you.

Your brother.

Everyone you believed
to love you.

What does a serpent
know of love?

That its bite is often fatal.

Your wife fell
to its venom.

As did the traitor
Spartacus' bitch.

Even the mighty Gaul
saw his heart wither,

when ripe Naevia
was plucked

forever from his grasp.

They will find her.

And one day your
fucking throat.

Find her?

That is why they
have moved south...

Spartacus is not the one that
spurs their intent...

Crixus?

The Gaul who lost mind
before you and Batiatus

attacked me in his purpose
then as now.

Love for Domina's
body slave, Naevia.

You pledge to discover
Spartacus' location.

Instead you return with tales
of fluttering hearts?

She was taken
from this house.

I know Crixus,
he will not rest until--

See him
to proper reward.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

You would turn
from the gods,

and their guidance?

Even if this crude vessel
disgorged truth,

such knowledge
provides little more

than feather upon breeze.

Yet I know
of calming winds...

and where dark
little feather came

to rest at
tempest's end.

Do not die,
you simple fuck.

Will you mourn me
if I do?

Until I find better
to fill me.

Bitch.

Are we to attack naked,
with our cocks as weapon?

You would fare
just as well.

Remove yourself
from fucking sight.

Go.

Seek us out at Vesuvius.

If you live.

Pray I do not.

I accompanied my dominus
to the mines once.

I may be of some aid.

Well received.

Fucking Syrians.

The wagon is readied.

Spartacus...

Save words for Naevia.

When we have returned
her to your arms.

I would have it so.

Or perish in the attempt.

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Move along you fucking dogs!

Do not expose brand.

We would lose advantage of
being thought as common slaves.

A crack to Liscus' skull would
add to the deception.

[ laughing ]

Lower voice.

Keep moving cunt.

Do I give coin
to sit upon ass?

See them from
the fucking wagon.

Out!

Hurry up!

Is this the stock from Ferox?

Two days
past expected delivery.

Two fucking days!

Apologies, I --
I do not know you.

Where is Ferox?

Dead.

We were set upon by Spartacus
and his shits.

The reason for our delay
and Ferox's permanent absence.

I have wished the man
to grass for many years.

Yet he fucks me
from the afterlife.

Schedule now teeters
upon brink,

with little hope
of regaining balance.

Yes, again, apologies -

Am I to present
myself now?

Yes. Yes!

A special offering,
to compensate your troubles...?

Wait here.

Rotten cunt
serves no trade.

What misdeed
sees such beauty

condemned to the mines?

Form words, or find my cock
reason you cannot.

I fell in love.

No danger of that here...

I would have you
form words now.

Or find your cock
upon the floor.

There was a woman brought here
from the House of Batiatus.

Beautiful and young.

One a fat shit like you would
have taken notice of.

Speak.

I know of no such woman.

Search fucking memory.

She is dark of skin.

With the mark
of Batiatus' wife

upon the back
of her shoulder.

I do recall one
as you just described.

Does she yet draw breath?

I believe it so.

[ wincing ]

Where is she?

Assigned to dig
the eastern vein.

There is a map...

Show me.

Slowly.

Mira is
gone too long.

You there.

From where do you hail?

Sicilia.

In the tunnel that branches off.
Here--

WHAM!

I have seen you before...

somewhere...

The arena--

Keys. Quickly.

Mira!

It is Roman blood.

Did he know of her?

Does Naevia live?

She does.

Mannus. Plenus.

Assume their mantle.

Make it known if any become
aware of our presence.

Into the mines. Quickly.

Come brother.

Let us see heart restored.

Go..

Move. Go!

Hm, You really must try this.

It's divine.

I fear stomach turned
at the moment.

I do not envy you.

Sickness with
every sunrise.

Swelling
beyond reason.

Though the breasts
are a benefit, I suppose.

To feel a child grow
within you...

There is no greater
blessing.

What of being sort
of other than matron?

Enticing men until they
fawn over your every word,

aching to receive
the slightest touch?

The bonds of marriage
desired result.

I suppose it would
not be too horrid.

If he were handsome.
And rich.

And thought of nothing
but his hands upon me.

Lust, as all things,
fades with the passing of years.

[ TRUMPETS SOUND ]

Sun draws high.

Let us fall to our seats,
and see day begin.

Varinius tells that your
men are to be presented.

Yes.

The request would
have fallen to yours,

if they were
proper soldiers.

I look forward to witnessing
proper Roman formation.

It should be a pleasant
distraction for the people...

while my men bring
Spartacus to justice.

Yes.

Your soldiers are to purpose?

They are.

The crowd is yours,
Varinius.

Good citizens of Capua!

I present
these games to honor

the beloved sister of Rome!

And to send message
that her spirit

shall never be quelled

by those that seek
to cause her injury.

Your cheers
in the coming days

shall serve as balm
to wounded heart.

A wound shared by many
in this great city,

so inflicted
by the treachery of Spartacus

and his murderous horde.
[ booing ]

I call now upon the sons
of Rome to march,

the thunder of their
every step a declaration!

That loss and grief shall
give way to triumph and joy!

[ booing ]

Where are your fucking men?

Set to purpose,
as promised.

[ yelling orders ]

Seal the road.

You!

We come on order of Praetor
Gaius Claudius Glaber.

Has attempt been made
to breach the mines?

None.
It stands secure.

Dispatch word to Capua.

I would turn
from fool's errand

and recommit to sweep
the countryside--

Seize him!

I know these men!

Mannus and Plenus!
Gladiators,

bearing the mark
of Batiatus!

Spartacus is here.

Which way do we go?

They both should
lead us to her.

This one the shorter path.

I would double odds
toward goal.

Take the longer path.
Move quietly.

People of Capua!

Noble Varinius!

I offer apologies!

I do not seek
to lower spirits

with absence of display,

but instead to raise them up!

With knowledge that my soldiers

have been set
to higher purpose

by the gods themselves!

[ cheering ]

At this very moment,
they close on Spartacus!

And by day's end,
he shall once more kneel

before the glory of Rome!

Rome!

[ chanting ]
Rome! Rome!

We must see them freed.

There are too many
of them.

We would be discovered.

Live.

And know I will return.

Naevia?

Naevia?

Naevia?

Naevia?

Naevia!

This is where he
said she would be?

If he spoke truth.

Crixus!

There is one here, with mark
of her domina upon back!

Naevia...?

Naevia?

you are safe...

you are safe, now.

I'm here...

I'm here.

Crixus?

Forgive me...

Forgive me
for what I have done.

Spartacus! Someone comes--

Go! Go!

They're down here!

Ashur!

Ashur!

Move! Move!

Go!

Here!

[ screaming ]

Wait!

There's a runoff.
It empties out

on the other
side of the mine.

Which path do we take?

Quickly!

This way.

She leads us
to our fucking death!

Take breath,
and gain your bearing.

A turn missed.

It will take us to the water.

Here!

Move!

Wait!

Come on! Go!

[ soldiers yelling ]

I will give them pause,
so you may slip from grasp.

You two down there!

See Naevia to safety.

Crixus!

See it done, brother.

Spartacus!

Go!

Go!

Fuck you!

Fuck you bastards!

[ chanting ]
Kill, kill, kill..

Crixus!

Crixus!

Crixus!

[ crying ]

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