All language subtitles for Spartacus.S02E06.Chosen.Path.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H264-FLUX

They live!

Get the Medicus!

Get cloth to tend wounds!

What news?!

The arena is burned
to fucking ground.

With many Romans
among the ashes!

What of Rhaskos?

He fell as all men should.

With sword in hand
and blood upon his thoughts.

You suffer no wound?

The gods favor me,
little man.

Call me that again...

and they shall
turn from you.

Can he be healed?

Nasir had but a single wound.

This man beyond what
should warrant life.

His name is Oenomaus.

And he is more
than common man.

Let pray the gods
hold him in equal esteem.

♪

Do I yet dream?

If so, I would never
have you wake...

Then it began to collapse.

They screamed and flailed
like children

as the arena burned around them.

The scent of smoke and death

carried by the winds
to the very heart of Rome!

Lift troubled heart.

Oenomaus stands a titan.

One that shall live
to raise sword again.

To fight by your side?

If he chooses to take up
cause against the Romans.

Cause?

You have cock to rival
Jupiter himself.

A few errant slaves amounts

to flies circling a bull's ass.

Did he miss the part where
we pulled the arena down

on his head?

Rome is propped up by more
than a few wooden beams.

If your cause is to see
your lives cut short,

then you march towards
certain victory.

Why did you choose to aid us,
if you believe such?

You mistake choice
for repayment of a debt.

One owed to Oenomaus.

Absent it,...

we would not
be breaking words.

He is right.

We were mistaken.

To have placed faith
in his intentions.

Nasir once made attempt
on my life,

and yet now he stands
trusted among us.

Perhaps Gannicus
can be swayed as well.

Or perhaps you should
have killed him in the arena.

the witnesses in Rome also

attest the will
grants the family

domicile in Rome
and the villa here in Capua.

In addition there is
the vineyard in Atella,

forty goats
in the hills of Pompeii,

twenty head of cattle--

What is the worth
of the livestock?

Nine thousand denarii,
depending upon deal struck.

See them to market.

And post decree
announcing reward

of the coin
for knowledge leading

to the capture of Spartacus.

Forgive me, Praetor, but the law
grants you no such authority

to part with these assets.

You are only to oversee
Senator Albinius'

holdings until
his heir comes of age.

Laws must bend toward
greater purpose.

If Spartacus is to pay
for what he has done.

Praetor --

Prattling on serves
only to inflict

further wound
on grieving heart.

Apologies.

The memory of your father
shall not soon fade.

All the Republic
mourns his loss.

Leave us.

What moves your tears most?

A father forever removed
from loving embrace?

Or his tongue
forever stilled,

before commanding
to dissolve this marriage

in favor of Varinius?

I have made a grave mistake.

And the gods have punished me

by striking down my father.

It is not enough.

Gaius --

The only reason
you have not joined

your father is the child
that grows within you.

My child.

My heir.

Protect him with your life.

Or see it forfeit.

We must keep appearance
of mourning

for the prescribed days.

I would not have the stench
of grief slick upon you.

See yourself to a bath.

Give report.

A hundred more bodies
pulled from the arena.

This was found at wreckage.

Why do our numbers
stand so few?

More have been recalled
from Neapolis,

to return by nightfall.

Yet many have
taken to the wind.

They turn from
their oath to Rome?

Fear and panic grip
the region, and our men.

Many believe that Spartacus

unleashes the wrath of the gods.

A meaningless thing.

Legions could return
to swell rank.

Yet still fall
to Spartacus and his men.

Apologies, but as
I warned young Marcus

before life fled,

gladiators are far
from common slaves.

Three of your men would
not equal one so trained,

despite their eagerness to die.

No.

Did you not once stand
amongst the brotherhood,

upon the sands?

A lifetime ago.

Then give lesson,...

prove boast.

The Syrian wants
to taste his own blood.

Come on!

Begin.

Come on!

And I was considered
lowest among the brotherhood.

Would that I had an army
formed in your base image.

There are others that
share my reflection.

Men in name only, a word masking
truer nature of rabid animal.

Such a force under my guidance

could prove useful
in these difficult times.

The Senate would frown upon

lowering standard
into muck and shit.

As they frown upon many things

that ambitious men
must embrace.

You leave these walls?

At request of the praetor.

He blesses Ashur
with well deserved favor.

Would that he turn such grace

toward grieving wife.

It is a hard thing, to have
a father torn from breast.

I never knew mine --

How did Glaber come
to know of the silphium

in Ilithyia's chambers?

Perhaps the gods spoke to him.

You forget your place.

No.

I secure it.

You secure nothing without me,

you fucking Syrian.

Move against
my commands again --

You command shit and piss.

I am Glaber's man now.

A word from me how you knew
of his wife's intent

to rob him
of his unborn child...

Or how the gods
are nothing to do

with delivering Oenomaus...

You yet draw breath

because I have not
whispered your secrets

into the praetor's ear.

No, Ashur. Ashur.

Ssh. Consider it a kindness.

One I shall see repaid...

Does it hurt?

A few cuts and scrapes.

Soon faded from memory.

Would that all scars
were so easily erased.

I see no scars.

You risked all.

For pale shadow of the woman
you once loved.

Then let us ignite the sun.

And strike darkness
with its warmth.

Stop!

Naevia...

They have taken
everything from me...

Even your touch...

I have heard tales
of your victories in the arena.

Days long past.

Mira tells you were
just upon its sands.

Standing as executioner
for the Romans.

I stood for a brother.

See him to an honorable death.

And Rhaskos?

Did he find the same?

The man held some
meaning to you?

He elevated position.

I gave comfort.

It appears that bargain
has come to an end.

I would see another struck.

With a man of greater worth...

I hold no position
among these men.

Nor do I seek it.

Yet you stand among them.

I seek only words
with an old friend.

Nothing more.

We are here,
in the shadow of Vesuvius.

A single man placed upon

its crest would have
clear view for many miles

in all direction.

A Roman advance easily spotted.

Is there a way to its peak?

A single path.

Narrow, but easily tread.

The rest is sheer rock.

Impassable, absent wings.

We will choose three men,

of years beyond
the taking up of sword.

Each to command
a separate watch.

There's but one entrance
to the temple.

The Romans could
easily trap us inside.

Tunnels extend below our feet.

Perhaps one can be dug
beyond these walls.

A few men with bows would
give the Romans pause

long enough to make use of it,

if walkway were built.

How many among you
shoot with purpose?

There is not much call
for arrows in the arena.

You no longer fight
upon the sands.

Nor can you forge a sword
from a fucking tree.

Then we will fashion weapons
from what nature provides.

With practiced hand
instructing in their use.

We can train until
the gods take us.

House slaves will
never be gladiators,

something we are
in short supply of now.

We need fighting men.

Perhaps it is time to revisit
plans towards Neapolis.

And its slaver ships
from foreign wars.

You would attack the port?

With so few men?

We brought
the arena down with less.

Take two men
and what coin we have.

Weight palm in Neapolis

to loosen tongue
of ships soon to dock.

Apologies.

I did not intend
to halt conversation.

Unless I can drink that,
it holds no worth to me.

I seek only wine.

We have none.

Then I truly am
among the damned.

For both of you?

I'm a whore.
Not a fool.

[ screams ]

I would have words.

Fuck your words.

It is not with you
that I seek them.

I have an offer to discuss.

One suited to your
particular talents...

Apologies.

I did not think
you would need the bath,

with days of mourning yet left.

My husband commands it,
despite tradition.

Stay.

I would have your company.

Your eyes betray
recent tears.

Events weigh heavy
on the heart.

To the point of crushing it.

Why did the gods not warn
of Spartacus' attack?

Or of my father's --

Do they punish me?

A life, for the one
I had planned to take...

We both carry the burden
of our acts.

If the gods have
cast us adrift,

we must together
discover the course

to return to the blessing
of their shores.

Varinius has turned from me.

Gaius...

I fear not even the gods could
sway his hatred of me now.

Resume appearance
of loving wife.

Submit to his will...

The day will come when
he will lose sight

of hateful intention.

A slip, however fleeting,

that we shall
take advantage of.

There was a time
when all I dreamt

of was your throat
beneath my hands.

Now your breath is all
that gives me life.

I shall not be moved
from your side.

Until my own husband calls me
to the afterlife.

I have seen that look.

It often fell upon me,

when we were yet beneath
Batiatus' roof.

You knew Gannicus there,
years before my arrival....

What is your opinion
of the man?

He is a champion,
as we once stood.

A boon to your cause.

He has expressed
doubts towards it.

As have we all.

And yet you always find way
to convince otherwise.

We have done the impossible.

We have brought down
the arena in Capua.

A monument of Rome built
upon the backs of slaves.

We have struck a deep blow
to the very heart of our enemy.

Yet their numbers are vast.

As vast as their
desire to see freedom

crushed beneath heel.

One day, perhaps soon,
they will strike back.

How do we avoid them?

I do not intend to.

How?
Is that true?

If we are to face the might
of Rome, I would do it here.

In the shadow of Vesuvius.

Upon terms that we set.

No hand will stand idle.

We must prepare ourselves

for what is to come.

What is to come?

What is to happen to us?

Proper weapons
are in short supply.

Fashion what you can
from wood and stone,

til more can be secured.

I would also see the tunnels

beneath our feet further
dug towards escape,

which we will need.

To set eyes again
upon your heart.

I understand now why a man would
risk all for such a thing.

If it were not for you
and the others,

I would have fallen
in the arena.

Never to gaze upon
her face again in this life.

It is a thing
I will not forget.

...continue to hone skill.

Nor the lie you told,

that saw her stay in that place
another fucking day.

She is safe now.

All other things fall
to unimportance.

Do you think
a few words can change

all that has happened?

You stand a larger fool
than I thought.

...be more dangerous
than a thousand men.

Apologies.

The mistake was mine.

To offer comfort
to a fucking Gaul.

You offer shit!

Regain yourself!

Crixus!

I thought we had
moved past this.

Wounds still linger.

I move for Neapolis.

And thoughts of swelling
rank with better men.

You need not fear the Romans.

Your own men make attempt
to kill each other.

You know what must be done.

See to it.

Gannicus.

I would have words.

You would have me fight?

I would have you hunt.

Everyone has been
set to purpose.

Ours is to provide meat.

You spoke of a debt
to Oenomaus.

Was saving his life
not repayment enough?

That is for him to decide.

You are a free man.

Your decisions your own.

As it was when you stood
in the arena.

To strike down your brothers.

What moved your hand?

Honor, as you have it?

Or the promise of coin?

Never to be collected.

Because I chose not
to kill you in the arena.

And now my rudis,
my freedom,

is forever buried
beneath its rubble.

Freedom is not
a stick of wood,

to be presented as a bone
to obedient dog.

It is a thing
all men deserve.

We are gladiators.

Deserving only death

equal to the lives
of we have taken.

It was not always so for me.

I lived free once,

in the lands of Thrace.

With a wife,
promise of children...

What became of her?

Batiatus claimed her life.

I took his in return.

Then you have balanced scale.

It was Glaber who
condemned us to slavery.

And I will not rest
while he yet draws breath.

This is the reason
you provoke the Romans?

For the memory of your woman?

For love.

The greatest cause of all.

One that has dragged
many a man to his ruin.

You have scared away the game.

I would fare better alone.

Keep fucking sword up!

Let it drop,
and fall forever beside it!

Again!

I would not have
you expire from the heat.

Gratitude.

I would also not have
you at Agron's throat.

If he had his way,

he would have left you
in the mines.

Perhaps he was right.

Do not say such a thing.

You have not thought the same,
after last night?

If such a thought threatened,

I would rip it from fucking
brain with bare hands.

All that matters
is the woman I love

stands before me once again.

Does she?

Or is it but faint spirit,

haunting the memory
of her body?

You have lost mind.

Hundreds dead.

An arena destroyed.

And this is what you offer?

Lucretia to prostrate
herself in the market,

begging the gods
to piss out the flames

that yet smolder?

Apologies, young Seppius is
but moved by passionate heart.

I'm sure the gods
take notice.

Of his lack of faith.

We must humble ourselves
before the gods,

in attempt
to regain their favor.

Ritual will do much
to ease the people's fears.

Better assuaged by
the capture of Spartacus.

My men sweep
the countryside,

taking action
in favor of prayer.

As they have for many months,
to no result.

Yours have fared no better.

True.

The only one
who benefits

from our divide is the man
who causes us injury.

And most keenly felt.

Your father's guidance
and even hand is deeply missed.

His absence from this world
has set it upon end.

Seppia fell to similar heart,

when our cousin Sextus

was snatched from life
by Spartacus.

And she relives the moment
in Mercato's passing.

A family friend since
she was yet a child.

Too many have been lost.

I would see no more
of note follow.

Let us set difference aside,

join our men in common force.

One, which will
overwhelm Spartacus

and his murdering horde.

Yes, for the good
of the people!

The city will praise you both,

our voices carrying to
the very steps of the Senate.

I would need to consult
with Varinius.

The very same man who
galloped back to Rome

while the stones of the arena
were yet falling?

Varinius moves
to distance himself

from all that
has happened here.

Including you.

Take my hand,

and with it see more
lasting bond forged.

I will consider your proposal.

To give answer tomorrow.

A night's rest, ...

Loving sister
may sway a brother,

where others fail.

mind to be certainly
cleared by morning.

Seppius, I would extend
invitation to your sister.

In hopes that we may find
greater strength

in the beating
of two wounded hearts.

A thoughtful offer.

There is no deeper solace
for a woman,

than in the bosom
of her gender.

It would come
as great comfort.

Gratitude.

I will arrange visit.

Your wife speaks
with swift thought.

Seppia will take words
to heart on the matter,

with Seppius to find them
better received

from her lips.

Yes.

Your invitation may
yet prove to be welcomed aid.

Come.

I would discuss
other matters with you.

Did I not tell you?

Together we will see ourselves

freed from this abyss.

I do not see the man.

You are certain he lives?

There were four others
held with him at the bottom.

He did not care for the company.

Their memory is carved
into his flesh,

joining the marks
of the other souls

that he has taken.

What is it you seek
of such a beast?

What I seek of the Egyptian
is none of your concern.

I come under authority of
Praetor Gaius Claudius Glaber.

A noble title.

Yet absent the man himself,

I cannot break my charge.

Of course.

If you do not mind
waiting here with my men,

until I return with him...?

Well the day has been
long and hot.

I would have shade,
and wine...

to cool overheating concerns.

Let us see you into
the light, my friend.

And set hands to purpose...

You must keep
your left arm steady,

pull through to the cheek,
take breath, and release.

Make attempt.

Pull through to cheek...

Deep breath...

And release.

Do not jerk from the string.

But let it gently slip
from your fingers.

With practice, you will be
as the goddess Diana,

striking enemies from afar.

Donar!

I would accompany you.

I hold no interest in the bow.

We lay together once and you
expect us to never be parted?

You mistake me
for a fucking Gaul.

You seek Donar's
affection now?

I seek only my place
in this world.

Then seize it
with your own hands.

Not by the spreading
of your legs.

In two weeks time,
a ship will dock here.

Its hold laden with fighting men
captured by the Romans.

If a few of us dressed as
merchants could gain entry,

before they're unloaded...

Such a thing is possible.

Your labors have born fruit.

Not all as sweet.

News carries
through the streets.

Glaber has raised
the bounty on your head

to 9000 denarii.

It seems you have caught
nothing but Rome's attention.

You will find
that a sour meal.

Were the Gauls
not fucking bad enough?

I have heard many tales
of the Undefeated Gaul.

A fine title.

Yet I recall
you absent victory

when we faced Solonius' men
in the opening of the arena.

True.

I was not awarded victory.

Yet I did not suffer defeat
in proper challenge.

Perhaps we will yet have one.

Perhaps.

It warms heart to know
that you were champion.

Show how much you desired it.

Yet it comes as a surprise,
to see you here.

Following a Thracian's lead.

Spartacus has opened my eyes.

We stand together.

Then why do you now sit,

while he and the lumbering oaf
make plans that affect all?

I am taken by other concerns.

Naevia is your woman now?

I remember her, when she
was yet a flower untouched.

What led her to be
so rudely handled?

My affections.

And discovery
of them by Lucretia.

The heaviest price is always
paid by those we love.

You should carry her
far from Spartacus

and his foolish cause.

Before he drags
you all to your end.

Oenomaus awakes.

I am here only for words.

Which do you think could
ever hold meaning now?

That Melitta chose you.

That your heart was
cherished above all others.

Then why was she with
you the night she died?

To share a final drink before
I was to be sold to Tullius.

The only reason?

Whatever happened between us,
I am to blame.

Not her.

Never her.

I loved you as a brother.

And I you.

No.

You are a man that stands
only for himself.

And would betray the gods

to gain what he desires.

Perhaps I was a fool.

To have ever believed otherwise.

I see it every time
I close my eyes.

Spartacus, hurling his spear.

Cossutius' final
gasping breath...

And Mercato...

Poor Mercato...

He will be sorely missed.

Apologies.

I babble on as if
I am the only one

that has suffered loss,

and you grieve
a father's passing.

The heart is overwhelmed
by his absence.

You shall embrace him again.

As I shall Mercato,

and beloved cousin Sextus.

Upon the shores
of the afterlife.

Where my husband Quintus
patiently awaits.

And with him countless
other Romans of note.

All snatched from
this life too soon,

by common foe.

The years between
you far outweigh mine.

Yet do not think me naive.

You extend invitation
not to counsel grief,

but to maneuver me to sway
my brother's position.

Seppia --

He's been clear
in his desire that he,

and he alone will bring
our common foe to justice.

And his passions when set
are not easily moved.

You have uncovered the veiled
schemes of two old women.

But know attempt springs
from wounded heart.

One shared between us all,

regardless of age or experience.

I looked into his eyes,

when Spartacus stood
down upon the sands.

They burned with a fire
that would consume the world.

And it shall.

If good men fail
to set quarrel aside,

and face Spartacus as one.

As I have said to your wife,

my brother
can be most difficult.

Faults is not his alone.

I regret not having
taken different path

towards more
agreeable solution.

But know that I place foot
firmly upon it now.

I will have words.

And attempt to set
him upon it beside you.

Most welcomed news,
is it not, Gaius?

Yes, most welcomed.

You are a ray of light,
in a house mired in shadow.

Ah, forgive me.

Pressing matters
call my attention.

You're blessed,
to hold such a man.

The gods grant only
what is deserved.

The men required
have been assembled.

Come then.

I would see if they are
all that you've promised.

Gannicus' bounty
is being prepared.

Come, let us take food.

You have honed it
to fine edge.

Life would easily
run from veins,

if brought to bear
upon flesh.

Naevia...

That is a name
that holds no meaning.

She was a different girl,

young and foolish.

Ripped from this world
by rough hands

and hot breath upon neck.

The things she was forced
to do to survive...

We will go from this place.

Find a new life
on distant shores.

Beyond the shadow of Rome.

There is no place that
memory would not follow.

I cannot run from this.

What would you have me do?

Stand idle,
and watch as you fade?

No. I would not have you watch.

I would have you teach.

How to breathe again.

How to live.

How to fight.

So that no man
will ever lay hands

on me against my will.

And the girl who's name
was robbed may reclaim it.

We will have vengeance for
what the Romans have done.

Together we shall see them
drown in rivers of blood.

[ distant crash ]

Nothing!

Nor here!

Calm yourselves!

What moves to such fits?

Our remaining coin
is missing.

Fuck the coin.

The map is gone.

Our position,
plans towards Neapolis...

Someone seeks to betray us,
for promise of Glaber's reward.

Spartacus...

Gannicus.

You leave without words?

I have had them
with Oenomaus.

What do you carry with you?

Water.

Meat, caught by
my own fucking hands.

Our map takes flight
in your wake.

A thing I have seen
your gaze upon.

I am guilty of many things.

Betraying ill-fated cause
does not stand among them.

Remove yourself
from fucking path.

I knew eventually
you would lead these men

to their deaths eventually.

Is this the day
you would do it?

They are but loyal.

A quality you seem
unfamiliar with.

No!

Do not come between us!

I would show him what a man
with cause is capable of.

Your sword.

You fight in the style
of Dimachaerus.

Trained by Oenomaus himself.

Let me pass.

Or put skill to final test.

We must stop this.

Spartacus has made desire known.

We shall honor it.

Spartacus!

Chadara!

She was trying to slip away.

When all others stood fixed.

A fine shot.

I meant only to wound.

She took the map

Why would she do
such a thing?

She felt she had
no place among us.

She sought to secure
one elsewhere.

Apologies.

Your words prove true.

It has not always been so.

I would take to path now,

unless you would seek
further quarrel.

Go.

Enough blood has spilled.

Do you stay?

We do.

Then I shall mourn your passing.

Is it wise to let him go?

Every man has a right
to his own choice.

Gannicus has made his.

And may yet prove a threat.

We have faced far worse.

The Egyptian and your men
prove themselves.

As promised.

See the bodies of the slaves
properly attended.

Draw no attention.

Apologies.

I could not wait
until morning.

You wish to give voice
to my offer?

I fear it comes too late.

S-S-Seppia...

I've seen how close
you hold her to heart.

Leave this life
knowing she's safe.

Beneath my roof.

My hands to comfort her
in days to come.

Words no longer hold meaning.

And I've had too many of them,

by fools presuming themselves
to be my better.

Such days are at an end.

Your men are now mine.

And with their addition
to my own,

clear path to
the end of Spartacus.

♪

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