All language subtitles for Spartacus.S02E08.Balance.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H264-FLUX

Where do you take me?

Please, I am with child --

Someone approaches.

Follow fucking lead.

And do not
stray from it.

Come.

What brings you so far
from road, brother?

With one so ripe?

An ancient horse,
gone to grass.

The woods offer shorter
distance for my wife to Pompeii.

Shorter by a lifetime,
if tread absent caution.

Spartacus and his fucks
set upon a wagon

not far from here recently.

Spartacus?

Perhaps, we should be
on our way, my love.

Unless similar
misfortune fall upon us.

Ah, it appears
it already has.

How did you come by that?

Our horse, when it fell.

On the road to Pompeii, yes.

You have business there?

Meat and bone,
carved for coin.

A butcher?

Fine dress,
for wife of such.

He's a gladiator!

I am the Praetor's --

Apologies.

Help me!

Somebody, help me!

Help me!

Raise voice again,

and I will hack tongue
from fucking mouth.

Ask any price.

My husband will see
it paid for my return.

I seek no ransom.

You are going to
rob me of my life?

No.

It's not mine to take.

I could have speared him.

He was beyond your throw.

You know the distance better
than my own hand? Do you?

I know many things regarding

the great and powerful
Spartacus.

Great and powerful?

And kind and just.

I have peered
into your very heart,

and know what it holds.

You would not have found
content so pleasing,

if you had chanced
upon me in my youth.

I stood more
animal than man.

And what tamed the wild beast?

Your wife, of course.

Apologies --

[ gasping ]

Take the life
of Glaber's woman,

as he took
the life of yours.

See end to vengeance,

and with it the suffering
of all caught between

you and such desires.

I am to blame
for her fate.

Had I not broken words
with Gannicus

he never would have known
Ilithyia was the road.

An unfortunate slip
of the tongue.

I thought only to convince
Gannicus of proper path.

To willingly follow your command
and join the hunt for Spartacus.

The man is probably in league
with the fucking Thracian.

They were both slaves
under your house, were they not?

Separated by
a distance of years.

They never have
met one another.

That we have knowledge of.

Not that it is a thing
of matter now.

Gannicus now holds
my wife and unborn child.

If she yet draws breath.

He would not have risked
all to take her from the city

only to have her life.

She yet lives.

I feel her heart beating
as though it were my own.

Your men must scour
the countryside

until she is found.

Such an area takes
months to cover

with numbers at hand.

Then send message
to Rome for aid.

Word of this shall not
spread beyond these walls.

But Ilithyia --

Was snatched from grasp
of a praetor of Rome.

I will not have
the Senate whisper

of how I could not
protect my own wife.

A wise choice.

You must look
towards your future.

You talk of politics?

Ilithyia is valued
friend and wife.

She holds the blessing
of your child,

and with him slim tether
to Albinius' wealth.

One which will be severed
if she is not found.

Do not lecture on
what is at fucking risk.

Praetor.

You have seen it done?

All trace of your wife's
misfortune has been erased.

No one will know of it.

Good.

Gather your men.

Seppia, I would have a moment.

I would not raise voice
in such manner with him again,

if you wish to keep
purchase in this world.

Absent Ilithyia's blessings,

it is a place that
I shall quickly tumble from.

I would never
let you fall so far, my love.

Not while I yet
treasure your company.

Good...

Now keep eye on angle
of my shoulders...

It will give clue
to my next --

You learn quickly.

I have advantage.

Of being taught by a god.

Again.

You fight like a fucking child!

I pray you fuck better than you
fight,Harudes!

Harudes!

You betray intent by
bellowing like a crazed goat!

What does he say?

That you fuck yourself in your
own ass

Nemetes!

Saxa!

Take position.

Are we to use wooden stick
in battle as well?

Close mouth
and heed Oenomaus.

I need no instruction.

I fucking
know how to fight.

I instruct you not how to fight,
but how to win.

So you do not find yourself
again enslaved by the Romans.

First position!

Attack!

Nemetes does hold argument.

Towards lack of proper
weapons at least.

Fuck the gods.

You have taken
Glaber's wife?

No.

She has been delivered
into my hands

And they will see her
to proper end.

Whore!

beg for your life!

[ unintelligible yelling ]

Is this our cause now?

Falling upon a helpless
woman heavy with child?

Glaber held no pity
towards my wife.

A woman far more deserving

than the thing
that stands before you.

Fucking bitch!

Coin before cunt,
you worthless shit.

Now crawl from sight.

Get up you old cunt!

Linger yet a while,
my good man.

We'll have the pleasure
of your company.

What do you seek
of me now, Syrian?

Gannicus.

A gladiator
of some renown in Capua.

He has been noted to
frequent your establishment,

has he not?

Partaking of wine and whores?

Yes, Praetor.

I would have words with the man.

He is not here.

Yet there must be some among you

who have had cause
to share drink...

and other distractions with him.

I would know
of what he spoke,

towards revelation
of where he secrets himself.

And I would hope
for another fucking drink

and a whore upon my cock --

Let me ask it of you again.

Who among you has spoken
with Gannicus?

Disappointing.

Wait!

Wait!

I did see Gannicus
break words!

Who was privy to them?

My slave, Marcia.

Where is she?

Your fucking Syrian
nailed her to a cross.

And I have yet
to receive fair compensation

for loss incurred --

Gannicus has taken
something from me.

And I will see it returned.

Put all to question.

Please do not do this...

Were those same words
pleaded by my wife?

Before Roman blade ripped
her forever from my arms?

I did not know of her.

My hands are
unstained by the deed.

Your husband
cannot claim such.

He is the one that
condemned her to slavery.

She is gone from
this world because of it.

And I will have
equal vengeance.

You can not do this!

My child --

Sura and I often
spoke of children.

Of the family we would have,
now forever denied me.

As I now deny
Glaber of his.

The child is yours.

You lie.

Would that my tongue
made false noise.

Yet it sounds bitter truth.

Monthly blood ceased

after you came to me
in Batiatus' villa...

Lucretia had promised Crixus.

A cruel jest.

It is a memory that lingers,
is it not?

Of that night.

Of you inside me.

Yes.

As does memory
of my hands upon your throat.

Then see to completion
what they began.

Take my life,
and that of your child.

And may your wife turn
from you for what you have done,

when she greets you
in the afterlife.

Is it true

he stood a champion in the
arena?

I thought you were with Nemetes

For the moment

Oenomaus does not seem
lifted by your return.

I did not think
to be embraced as brother.

Nor I or to lay eyes
upon you again in this life.

Yet here you stand.

Would that all things
were so easily done.

I have seen the bond
between you.

Whatever the cause
for disagreement,

it will pass.

I would do anything,
to rise in his eyes again.

Capturing the praetor's bitch
is a fine start.

An impressive act,

sure to further
ignite our cause.

I seek only to end it.

It is done, then?

She yet lives.

I brand myself
fucking enemy of Rome

to deliver her
to your hands.

Only to find them
weak and trembling.

I am not Glaber.

Able to strike a woman down

for his crimes
absent misgivings.

And what
of the women crucified

in the streets of Capua?

Tortured to death because
they dare whisper your name,

eyes bright with thoughts
of freedom and rebellion?

Take the her life
and end this now.

Or see countless more fall
in the name of your cause.

Prayer alone will
not provide guidance

through these dark times.

We must look inward,

and find strength
in heart's resolve.

So the gods turn from you,

as they do from Ilithyia?

They are always with us.

Their will felt in every breath.

In every touch...

They guide our hands,

compelling us toward
proper course.

Gaius will be pleased
to hear of it.

It is not Gaius
who holds the key

to Ilithyia's salvation.

I fear the gods have
led you far astray then.

I command no army,

nor can I conjure
Gannicus before us.

Yet message from you would
bring Varinius from Rome,

and with him --

Gaius was clear
in the matter.

We are to tell no one
of what has happened.

Words borne of desperation.

He talks of shoring name
while life's foundation

crumbles beneath his feet.

Seppia.

Seppia.

You sought Praetor Varinius'
affections once.

Send message,
and you could yet gain them.

The whims of a child.

Such thoughts
have been set aside

in favor of mature pursuits.

The day has been long.

I will see you
beneath the covers.

We will revisit the subject
with the morning sun.

Apologies,
I'm not yet for bed.

I would check upon Gaius,

and offer words of comfort.

Are words all
that you would offer?

I am his guest in this house.

And wish only to pay
tribute to generous host.

It's beneath you, Seppia.

The gods shall
take ill notice --

Was it not their hands
that saw my brother

struck from my side?

Their providence
that sheltered me

beneath this very roof?

Do you not see it?

The gods have lead me
upon path to Gaius.

As their will has removed
Ilithyia from it.

[ gasping ]

Calm yourself.

I intend no harm.

You are the one
that came to aid.

When those animals
turned upon me

when I was brought in.

Do not clutch me to breast.

I shit with the rest
of those animals..

For child.

At least you will not
die of hunger.

You bear no brand.

You are a free man?

I am Of the Republic,
as you and yours.

Yet you stand with
Spartacus against it?

I stand for what is just.

Just?

Spartacus moves to destroy
everything we hold of worth.

Then he moves too late
in my regard.

Sulla seized my lands
and those of my kin years ago,

slaughtering
any who resisted.

And giving what
he stole as gift

to his most loyal of men.

All of them fellow Romans.

Such a loss must weigh heavy
in the passing of years.

I would see burden lifted.

And I mistake
you for helpless,

yet you have power
to reverse the sun

and see past reformed?

My husband is a praetor of Rome.

And I of importance to him,

being prized daughter
of my clan,

my child heir to
its lineage and fortune --

Save vaunted words
for grander ear.

I cannot free you.

We would both be absent
fucking head

before three steps
could be taken.

I do not ask such a thing.

Only that
you carry message,

imparting where
Spartacus holds me.

You do not have
to live this way.

All that was taken from you
can yet be restored,

with but simple command
from my husband.

The sum of my loss
is no small thing.

He can see it paid.

Your life returned to you,

in exchange for mine

and the child I carry.

She claims it yours?

With passion of certainty.

She is a deceitful
fucking snake,

truth split
by forked tongue.

Her words may
hold such in this.

Do you recall the night
in Batiatus' villa,

when you aided in
transforming likeness

into golden Apollo?

To lay with
the Roman woman Licinia.

She wore the mask of Diana.

Yet beneath
it was not Licinia.

Ilithyia.

Why did you not tell me?

What purpose would it have held?

None.

Nor should it hold
any for you now.

Even if true, she tells
you only to stay your hand.

She's a fool.

To know she carries heritage

forever denied
my own wife...

See Ilithyia to her grave.

And tortured past
buried beside her.

To make Glaber
suffer as I have

at his hand is a thing
I have craved

more than air and breath.

Yet in inflicting
equal wound,

how do I not become
as the man himself?

A man my wife
would turn from.

♪

I was not certain
you would desire this.

What man could not?

It is not the offering
that gave concern.

Rather your preoccupation
with unfortunate events.

The fate of my heir
does weigh mind.

That of your wife's?

A thing of lesser notice.

Is bond of marriage
really such a cold affair?

There was a time....

when the love
between us burned hot,

bright as noon-day sun.

But day has turned to night,

casting golden
memories to shadow.

I would have you bask
in the light,

as a man
of your worth deserves.

Albinius did not
hold me to such esteem.

Nor the rest of the Senate.

Gaze into their eyes when
you present Spartacus' head,

and see estimation soar.

And my brother avenged.

Would that his death
did not pain you so.

The sting lessens
with each passing day.

Because of you.

And I would return favor,

if your wife falls
prey to Spartacus,

as my brother fell...

Your chest overflows
with coin and blood.

Both well earned
by day's exertion.

What news of Ilithyia
did labors bring?

You have the praetor's ear.

Did he not
already fill yours?

His attentions
toward young Seppia

prevent me from
breaking words.

Ah, the freshness of youth.

Is it a wonder he favors
the caress of her tongue

to the sound of yours?

Her bloom will wither,
when Ilithyia returns.

You place great stock
upon uncertain future.

You have not found path
to Gannicus?

Sadly it remains obscured.

Though not through
lack of noble effort.

From there we moved
from place to place,

questioning
with fist and blade.

The answer always the same.

I will make sacrifice
to the gods.

And entreat them
for more valued response.

Let us pray together.

And seek divinity
in warm embrace...

Ilithyia and the child
she carries must be found.

If they are lost --

What? Hmmm?

Will the sun no longer
move across the sky?

Will ivory moon plummet
into frothing sea?

Strike the bitch
from fucking thought,

as Glaber has
already done --

I am not your slave
to lay fucking hand upon.

A lesson I had
thought already learned.

Apologies.

I question sincerity
of the word.

Speak it again.

Apologies.

Again.

Apologies --

Your position in this house
continues to spiral.

Soon I will be all that stands
between you and dark abyss.

When the day arrives...

you shall greet my breath upon
your neck as precious gift.

Do you understand this,
my love?

Yes.

A gift from the gods...

Lucius.

Where do you go?

To clear troubled mind.

I would have the same.

Let us walk together
for a moment,

and break words.

The man unleashes
wrath upon wooden form.

When I have risked
all for him

to seize vengeance
and end this.

You take risk only to lighten
weighted conscience.

I would not see more
fall to foolish cause.

And I would not
see my brother fall.

We no longer stand as such.

Is there no path
towards mended bond?

You cannot mend illusion.

Our brotherhood.

The trust I placed upon you.

A thing of lies
and deceit.

Do you not think a day passes

that I am not
consumed by it?

I would give my life
for Melitta to yet own hers.

And I would gladly take it.

Then what stays hand?

Do you and Spartacus
straddle same uncertain ground?

Unable to take vengeance
when it is placed before you?

Your death would not
see her again to my arms.

It would only serve as mercy,

releasing you from
what you have done.

Then I stand condemned,

until the afterlife takes me.

You stand for nothing.

As you always have.

We must wait...

till Spartacus
relieves us of charge.

Time passes too slowly...

We must be quick then.

This is how you stand guard?

Apologies, we were....

Ah, we were -- we were,
we were just -- we --

Take to your bed.

I will assume
watch over Ilithyia.

Gratitude.

Please.

I would have more water.

It is a terrible thing,
is it not?

To live in want and fear.

That is what it is
to be a slave.

Please.

For my child.

Is it true?

What you told Spartacus?

I swear to the gods.

If Spartacus
takes my life,

the blood of his child
will forever stain his own.

He is a good man.

I will not let him
be destroyed by this.

I will not
let him kill you.

You will help me?

Yes. I will help you.

From this
fucking world.

Have you lost mind?

I move only to spare
you from what must be done.

If you take her life,

the deed will weigh
every breath.

So you remove choice,

and invite such
fate upon yourself?

I would embrace it,

to see your heart
spared from the act.

You do not know my heart.

Spartacus --

Leave us.

I would have words now.

And see your time
here at an end.

You glow like
the morning sun.

You must have slept well.

Hardly at all.

It's an unfortunate thing.

I would not deem it so.

I fear you shall.

Out.

I will not have you threaten
in such a manner.

I do not move to threats.

Only to warning about the man
you turn affections towards.

Your words will not
turn me from him.

The time for them has passed.

Come.

I have something more
tangible to show you --

Where is the Praetor?

In his chamber.

What's happened?

A man comes with news
of Ilithyia.

You claim to have
knowledge of my wife?

More than claim.

She is being held
by Spartacus.

She lives?

For the moment.

How do you know this?

I have just traveled
from the rebel's camp.

You stand as one of his men?

I am no fugitivus.

Just a tired old man,

seeking what
little peace he can

before falling
to eternal slumber.

Well, tell me where
she's being held

and you will be seen
to great reward.

Your wife boasted
of your generosity.

And promised
the return of my lands

seized by the bastard Sulla.

Is such a thing possible?

It is within my power.

And what of my own wife?

My children.

My brothers and sisters,

all slaughtered
in the name of Rome.

Is it within your power
to return them to me too,

you fucking cunt?

Lay a hand on me
and your wife dies.

If I do not return within
reasonable hour, she dies.

Any attempts to follow me,
she dies.

What would Spartacus
have of me?

Gaius --

Speak.

You are to enter
the city of Atella on foot,

just before rise
of morning sun.

Three of your men
allowed by your side.

Spartacus to hold the same.

And Ilithyia?

She will be returned
to you afterwards.

In exchange
for a single wagon,

heavily weighted
with armor and weapons.

Give arms
to the enemies of Rome?

That is his price.

If your troops are seen
on road to Atella,

Spartacus will not appear.

And your wife
and the child she carries,

be lost to you forever.

Did I mention the part
about laying hands upon me?

Let him pass.

I do not trust this.

Nor I.

Yet action must be taken.

Prepare a wagon.

Praetor, we can not aid them

with means to forge
further war upon us.

What choice
has Spartacus left?

There are always choices.

No.

Spartacus leaves but one path.

And I must travel upon it.

I am old,
but not a fool.

It was much to ask,
entering the lair of the beast.

Oh it was great pleasure,

to piss in the face
of a fucking praetor.

Spartacus?

Glaber agrees to the terms?

I am for Atella,
to see it done.

Yeah!

Let us take his weapons!

And his fucking life!

Yeah!

No.

If we do not honor word,

we prove ourselves
no better than the Romans.

We shall hold to it.

If three are all that
can be seen with you,

I would count
myself among them.

As would I,
despite the company.

I would join as well.

I would welcome
no one as warmly.

Yet you have not healed
from ordeal in the arena.

I will stand in his place.

For a cause
you do not believe in?

Oenomaus believes in it.

Perhaps one day I shall too.

Return with proper weapons.

And your lives.

It is madness to place
trust in the words of Glaber.

I do not place it with him.

I place it with all
those I take with me.

We will see this done, together.

And gain means to strike Glaber

and his army
from this world.

[ cheering ]

Spartacus!

The old man claims
you have my wife.

Cut from her dress.

Her scent yet upon it.

A thing easily taken
from a body robbed of life.

My thoughts turned
toward such a thing.

Blade parting flesh.

Her blood upon the ground,

as my wife's
blood was spilled.

Yet you do not
claim her life.

I am not you.

I will not strike down a woman

for the foolish acts
of her husband.

You carved my name
into a dead man's chest.

Make attempt against my life
in the streets of Capua.

And then again in the arena.

Yet you turn from most
assured opportunity

to balance debt
between us.

I turn from nothing.

One day soon,
I will have your life.

Bring the wagon forward.

I hold many regrets,

since first we laid eyes
upon each other

a lifetime ago.

I pray this decision
does not stand amongst them.

You will hold your wife again.

And she will
deliver you an heir.

Yet when you gaze
into the child's eyes,

I will forever be
reflected there...

in memory of how
I spared them both.

I fear you are right.

You are not like me.

Your wife was the heart
that beats within your breast.

You would have given
all to see her live.

While I would do the same...

to see you dead.

Kill them!

NOW!

Take cover!

Salvius!

Give call!

Fall back!

You waited long enough
to give signal.

I cling to honor ignored.

Quickly!

Before they recover!

Take to foot.

I would stay awhile.

Lucius --

Go.

Before I come
to fucking sense.

At least it's not
a fucking Roman that takes --

Do not let them
breach the woods!

Go! Go!

You never intended
to make trade?

I intended to send
Spartacus to his death.

Deserved fate he yet evades
through treachery and deceit.

You will have
him soon enough.

At price of wife,

and the blessing
she carries?

I would gladly pay
the sum of the world

to have his throat
beneath my heel.

Ilithyia must return
to this house.

The gods have foreseen --

The gods can descend
from their fucking heavens

if they wish
to see her live!

In coming days I shall grieve
loss of wife and child,

and the fortunes carried
upon her family name.

And we shall
grieve with you.

I would see myself to bath.

And blood and troubled
thoughts of moment washed away.

Go.

I will bring more wine
to aid endeavor.

Do you know what he has done?

What he felt he must,

to see an end to Spartacus.

He has pulled
the world to ruin.

And with it reason
for living.

Your reason perhaps.

My heart yet beats.

And what of your brother's?

Gaius moves
to avenge his death.

Then he should turn
wrath upon himself,

and see it done.

It's your brother's,
is it not?

I had thought his slaves
took it with his life.

They stand blemished
by neither offense.

How did you come by this?

The gods led me to the truth.

Hidden amongst
Ashur's treasures.

Stripped from the bodies

of those who have died
at his hand.

Ashur?

He must have been
there that night,

when your brother fell.

Yet the villain moves
only upon command

of Gaius Claudius Glaber.

Much has been lost.

The ones we have loved.

The ones we thought would
forever be at our side.

But in their passing,

the chains that
bound us to desires

not our own
have been struck.

And without such a blow,

we would not find ourselves
in each other's arms.

No.

We would not.

Kneel.

Please...

Do you know what it is?

To love?

To be filled
with light and hope?

To see that blessing
returned in kind,

in the eyes of the only one

that could ever know
the true depth of your heart?

That is what your husband
took from me.

I would take
the same from him.

Yet he chose vengeance
against me over your life.

Taking it would
balance nothing.

He does not love you,
as I loved my wife.

You let me live?

Do not think it a kindness.

♪