All language subtitles for Spartacus.S03E02.Wolves.at.the.Gate.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H264-FLUX

♪

( YELLING, SWORDS CLATTERING )

♪

( GRUNTING )

( YELLING )

Come on, keep it up!

( GRUNTING )
( YELLING )

( YELLING )

( GROANS )
( LAUGHS )

( HEAVY BREATHING )

Not as easy as butchering
a horse, is it?

( GASPING )

( SPITTING )

Their kick is considerably
more gentle.

( LAUGHING )

Diotimus.

Spartacus summons you.

♪

The southern coast?

It will force
Crassus' army

to march much greater
distance to meet us,

sapping strength
and supplies.

But will we not stand
as drained at journey's end?

The comfort of city walls
will see us revived.

A thing
denied Crassus.

Diotimus.

I would have
your counsel.

Apologies...

I am absent knowledge
concerning strategies of war.

Yet you are well versed
in other needs.

You spoke of a city
protected by walls

and caressed
by ocean's breeze.

Ah...Sinuessa en Valle.

Uh, home to me
for many years...

Then you know
of its defenses.

♪

You would
take the city?

Mmm, that path rests
upon your words.

There are two gates.

The main one faces
the hills to the west.

Open for trade during
light of day,

secured
as sun retires.

And the other?

Set against cliffs,

running up to the canyons
of Melia Ridge.

Impassable during
winter months,

which are already
upon its peak.

I would not find
ourselves trapped there.

Nor I.

How stands
the main gate?

Formidable,
once sealed.

Could a few men from
within see it opened,

beneath cover
of night?

It is well defended,
and you would be absent means.

The Aedile feared weapons
could be turned upon the guards,

ordered
all of note

locked within a storeroom
near the gate.

We must give up sword
upon entering?

( LAUGHING )

Let us turn toward more
favorable prospect.

( SIGHS )

Hold a moment...

I had dealings with
a man during my travels,

who claimed
the city his own.

Attius, a blacksmith
by trade.

I know of him.

My dominus often spoke
of his distaste for the man.

( CHUCKLING )

Can we lay trust
in the Roman?

He stands Roman
only by name.

Weigh his purse
with enough coin

and he would call Thrace
or Gaul his mother.

I would have you with
me to break word.

I would
join you.

Break camp
and follow.

Remain unseen until
called to purpose.

What of your
brands?

If you are searched
at the gate,

effort will be short lived.

A point
well made.

My fucking dominus holds
sway with the Aedile.

Speak the name of Laurus
towards meeting of trade,

stand chance of avoiding
entanglement.

The next you greet him,
it will be Laurus who kneels...

and calls
you master.

♪

( SEAGULLS SQUAWKING )

Step forward!

That will do.

Give up weapons.
Any weapons?

( CHATTERING )

Step forward!
( BANGS )

State business within
Sinuessa en Valle.

We come
for grain.

And all the pleasures
your city has to offer...

Ah...you insult me.

By so light
a palm.

Well...allow
weighted apology...

I would have your brace,
and the jewels upon it.

It is most treasured
possession at this time.

I would not part
with it.

Then turn from
fucking gate.

Guards!

As you wish.

Oh, please inform
Laurus that...

his guests
will not be able

to keep intended
meeting, hmmm.

Wait.

Ah, give
over weapons.

And grace ear of the man that
Decimus saw you well treated.

Gratitude.

I shall see you well
rewarded this day.

( CHATTERING,
CHICKENS CLUCKING )

( CHATTERING )

I understand your
plight, Ulpianus,

but you must understand
my husband's.

The Cilicians
yet plague our waters

and Spartacus now assaults
transport upon land.

The cost
of grain --

-- soars beyond reason.

If I raise the price of my bread
any further to cover loss,

I-I fear the crowd
will turn upon me.

A matter to be taken
up with my husband.

( SIGHS )

I would not ask if profit
were my only concern, Laeta.

My wife
is with child.

I will broach
subject with him.

( SIGHS )
Gratitude.

Hold sentiment
until it is deserved.

I do not expect
him to be moved.

( BLEATING )
Three denarii!

Yeah, fresh
this morning!

( RATTLING )
( GRUNTING )

( GROANING )

( CHATTERING )

This is the one
you spoke of?

It is, Aedile.

I warned you shackle would
not stand warning enough

after Diotimus
slipped from grasp.

( GRUNTS )

Words now heeded.

See it done.

And in grim wake,

post notice to quell
further unpleasantness.

( LAUGHS )
( GROANING )

This way!

Stand up!

( GROANING )
Come on.

Ennius.
Forward.

Why are you not at the horreum?

I was delayed
by young Ulpianus.

He has implored me to broach --
Now is place nor time.

Come on,
get on with it!

( GRUNTING, GROANING )

( RATTLING )

By permission
of honored Aedile,

I present yet another
beloved slave

fallen to treacherous thought
and whisper of rebellion.

And who would not fall to such
beneath heel of a toad?

He was discovered
secreting scraps of food

intended for journey
far from these walls.

Laurus cannot be faulted
for a dog turned to madness.

Show an animal
kindness

and it will give loyalty
until the heavens fall.

A journey that would
lead to kinship

Show it nothing but the lash
with like mind of untold

mischief towards
the Republic...

and wonder not why
it bears teeth.

Shackles alone no longer
offer fair deterrent.

Let us add to them with
warning of weighted stone

and the promise
of death

for any who dare follow
in such regard.

( MURMURING )

( RATTLING )
Stop, and listen!

( YELLING )

Make him suffer!

Finish that fucker!

( YELLING )

Must make attempt
to end this.

It would but pair
our fate with his.

I will not stand idle

while the man's life
holds in the balance--

Spartacus!

( GASPING, WHISPERING )

Spartacus!

Spartacus!

He will see your fucking
Republic to blood and shit!

Spartacus!

Spartacus!

Spartacus!

Spartacus --
See rebellious tongue

forever stilled!

Spartacus!
( GRUNTS )

( GROANS )
( CHEERING, LAUGHTER )

( SPITTING )

Die!

With Spartacus that you will
all gonna have to lie!

( CHEERING )
Come on!

Throw!

Throw!

This is your time
for retribution!

( LAUGHTER )
Die!

Throw more!

( CHEERING, YELLING )

( GROANING )

Yeah!
Die!

Yeah!
( GRUNTING )

( LAUGHTER )

( GRUNTS )

( GROANS )

Come on, throw!
( LAUGHING )

( CHEERING )

( YELLING )

( GRUNTS )

( SPITTING )

( WHISPERING )
You draw attention.

I but end suffering.

As I would for all so afflicted
by festering disease of Rome.

( WIND BLOWING )

Procure a cornicen
for each centuria.

I would not have command
obscured during battle.

And see tesserarius
tripled in number.

Watch must be alert
should Spartacus attack

under cover
of darkness.

I will not be caught unawares
as Cossinius and Furius.

Another message
from Senator Metellus.

The man threatens to bury
us beneath a storm of parchment.

The Senate grows anxious
for our troops to move

from Field of Mars
in pursuit of Spartacus.

They are not alone
in such thought.

Mmm, there are yet needs
to be attended.

How stand
we on account of arma?

Sabinus and I have procured
what was requested.

You will be well pleased.

Let us weigh the worth
of your labor,

set achievement
to scale.

You have exceeded
expectation.

He will recognize value
of all your efforts.

And who most deserves
highest command beneath him.

Vulcan himself could
not have forged

more glorious arma
towards noble cause.

It's a rare
thing...

for such blasphemy

to be proven
in execution of skill.

I stand humbled
by the praise of Crassus.

A straighten back,
and see words follow

towards honest price.

Ninety denarii.

My-my finest
offering.

And cost of less
divine spectacle?

One hundred
and twenty denarii

per soldier,
fully equipped.

As agreed upon
by your noble son.

A fair price.

Apologies, Dominus.

He has arrived.

Your terms
are agreeable.

Tiberius will conclude
our business.

Yes, of course,
gratitude --

Did I not tell you?

There now stands nothing
between you and deserved title.

( SIGHING )

♪

Am I to be kept waiting
entire fucking day?

If that
is my husband's wish.

Huh.

Well, one he shall
not see granted.

( GRUNTING )

( GASPS )

Caesar!

( LAUGHING )

Your men forget
themselves.

You are the one that
has lost mind.

Leave us.

Hmm.

She never
did care for me.

Have you ever
given her reason?

My apologies for not worshipping
her as Juno upon cloud.

I would fall to my own wife,
too long from my arms.

Cornelia has been sent
word of your delay.

Delay?

Is that what you term
setting upon me

as I return
through city gate,

in advance of bath
or fresh robe

to erase hard
journey?

Hmmm?

I term
it necessity.

Your victories abroad
are well known.

As is your
insolence

in waging battle
against the allies

of Mithridates absent
proconsuls' permission.

The province would
have been lost

if I had waited on word
from those sodden fools.

Ah, as I would've lost advantage
of lone voice upon ear,

if I had waited
to break word with you.

Speak plainly.
( CARAFE BANGS )

I grow tired
of mystery.

Ah, then
let us part veil.

You hold revered name
of the Julian clan.

Sired from the bloodline
of Venus.

Divine mother of Aeneas,
forbearer of Romulus,

exalted founder
of Rome --

I require no lesson
in my fucking heritage.

( CHUCKLING )

Then perhaps
one in mine.

I am descendant
from no god.

Nor man of lofty note.

I'm tolerated
within the Senate

solely for the wealth
I have amassed

through labor
and dealings

those with "proper"
lineage deem beneath them.

And you believe this singular
cause why they hate you, hmm?

( LAUGHTER )

Your campaign
against Mithridates

and um other
adventures.

Costly,
were they not?

♪

I know you stand
in considerable debt.

A dangerous place
for a man to find himself,

when he's made enemies
of the "sodden fools"

who would
see him to ruin.

Ah, I shall
see it repaid.

By what means?

You possess name
absent wealth.

And you possess
wealth absent name.

Imagine what could be wrested
from highest perch,

were Crassus and Caesar
to align themselves.

My name has remained
constant

since falling from
my mother's womb.

You have been heavy with
gold for equal years.

Why now suggest
the pairing?

Opportunity to seize
laurels and the gratitude

of the Republic
presents itself.

And with it, first
stone upon the road

to greater glories.

What would you have
me aid you in,

to see such
a day hastened?

Bring end to slave
rebellion.

And death
of Spartacus.

( HISSING )

( CHATTERING )

( WIND BLOWING )

Attius.

I would have words,
you fucking goat.

( LAUGHING )
Jupiter fuck me!

( LAUGHTER )

Have you lost wit coming
here, you mad shit?

You are branded
an enemy of Rome.

I was told you hold
no love for the Republic.

♪

Tell me you have
not brought

the Bringer of Fucking Piss
and Shit to my very door?

Your legend
precedes you.

I bring
but opportunity.

One that you may profit
greatly from,

if you are of a mind.

It would have to be very
considerable,

to outweigh risk of association
dragging me to depths.

A river shall
flow in its wake,

if we find ourselves lighted
upon favorable shore.

What would such
a journey require?

Your skill, towards
the fashioning of swords.

Swords?

Hmm.

( LAUGHS )
( CLANGS )

The fucking Aedile denies
me the crafting of weapons,

blame laid on fear
of your rebellion.

All that is struck
now are fucking

( CLATTERS )

tools and shackles,

to keep the slaves of those
privileged fucks in hand.

The Aedile will
not be of concern.

( FIRE CRACKLING )

How many would
you need?

Two will see
our needs met.

You give coin enough for many
times what you ask.

The balance towards
your discretion.

And what purpose will silent
tongue not speak of?

( CLATTERING )

Do we have
agreement?

Two swords, and an end
to involvement.

Return
as sun falls.

I would linger,

and recall joyous times
with trusted friend.

♪

( WHISPERS )
I hold concern for the Roman.

Let us hope the weight of coin
anchors him to purpose.

Rejoin Agron.

Make preparations.

When moon is at its highest,
we shall see gate raised.

And fucking city
fall to deserved fate.

Attius.
( SCRAPING )

My appetite swells.

Where would I find
holdings of grain

within Sinuessa's walls?

( CHATTERING )

The finest quality.

From the fields
of Sicilia.

I have mind towards
large acquisition.

Ah, I'll seal
that for you.

Apologies.

My husband concludes
business...

No pressing concern
until moon greets night.

You stand
well supplied.

Shipment received
this day from Sicilia,

with another to arrive
upon the kalends.

Although most
of that

has already been
purchased by Crassus.

( GRUNTS )
( CHATTERING )

Marcus Crassus?

He favors our stores
above all others.

And one of the few that
can yet afford cost,

ever rising
in light of events

concerning the rebel
Spartacus.

Have heard of the distress
he has caused the Republic,

in my travels.

What brings you
to Sinuessa en Valle?

Slaves.

I find myself with ever
expanding family of them,

and would ensure they
are well provided for.

You have thought toward
housing them in the city?

It has crossed mind.

If you wish to see them
any form of comfort,

I would strike
from such.

Pleasure doing
business with you.

I witnessed a slave stoned
in the marketplace.

A common occurrence?

No.

Yet I fear
it will become so,

if this matter of rebellion
is not soon concluded.

Let us pray,
then.

For the proper
end to it.

He at last
frees himself.

♪

You were at the stoning
this morning, were you not?

I was present
at unfortunate spectacle.

And ended
it prematurely.

Gratitude.

The crowd pressed
towards frenzy.

I would not see more blood
spilled absent cause.

Nor I.

Absent cause.

( SPLASHING )

( DRIPPING )

Bring knife to bear
upon beard.

Hmm.

Why do you pause
in the face of command?

She but obeys
a higher one.

The dominus orders
you to remain unshorn.

Toward what purpose?

His thoughts are his
own in such regard.

And what
are yours?

I do not understand.

It is a simple
question.

What are your
thoughts?

Towards what subject?

The one that
stands before you.

How do you gauge
Caesar?

I do not know him,

and can form
no opinion of worth.

Demand any question,

and he shall break
answer to aid you.

You are taken
with wife?

Your eyes stand
as my wife's.

( SIGHING )
Mmm.

( WHISPERS )
As does taste upon lips.

I would be reminded
of her in shadow's touch.

Eyes shut towards
difference...

( SHIVERING )

( SIGHING )

and warmed by longing
remembrance...

( SIGHING, KISSING )

Kore.

Remove yourself.

Yes, Dominus.

You send gift of wine
and warm embrace,

only to snatch
away --

She was not sent for your
fucking pleasure.

Apologies.

I did not know
the girl held meaning.

You've been away too long
from civilized company.

See yourself
to robe,

and thoughts towards
more pressing matters.

You present yourself
with breasts and ass

formed with
morning dew.

Is it wonder that
a man strong of desire

would not be tempted
to taste such ripe offering?

Take lesson and remove
yourself from fucking sight.

Yes, Domina.

( CRYING )

We have not yet procured
enough horses.

I will not have cavalry found
lacking in moment of need.

What has happened?

Nothing of concern,
apologies.

Break words, and find comfort
in how they are received.

I was attending Caesar
as commanded...

Caesar?

Gaius Julius Caesar?

♪

He laid hands
upon me.

If your father
had not appeared, I...

Where is he?

The man we hunt...

was a champion
at the arena,

to rival
any in the Republic.

Yet only a gladiator,
regardless of skill.

How has he bested
our legions?

Spartacus knows
of war,

and the waging of it from
his days in Thrace.

If rumor is true,

he fought among the auxiliary
beneath the fool Glaber

before his fall of Vesuvius.

Then he's familiar
with our tactics.

And has used such knowledge
to the regret of those

that have
pressed him.

Hmmm.

He believes
he knows

what a "proper"
Roman soldier will do.

A thing that could
be turned toward advantage.

Would that my own blood
stood now so sharp of mind.

Ah, years
and the taste of battle

will hone your
pup's teeth.

Of that I have
little doubt.

Yet to bring Spartacus to ground
I must have a wolf at my side.

Hmm.

And let us turn gleaming fang
towards moon of full purpose,

and see blood and gore
matted upon fur.

( CHATTERING )

Curfew!
Inside please.

Make your way indoors!

Curfew!
Move, move.

Move along!

Off the streets!

You move along!

Clear these streets!

( RUMBLING )

( LAUGHING )

Messalina!

( SIGHING )

She has a habit of running wild.
( LAUGHS )

Here.

You stay close
to your mother.

( GIGGLING )

Gratitude.

You inside.

( CHATTERING )

You there.

I laid eyes upon you
in the square this morning,

did I not?
As I upon you.

Word has reached
ear you spoke my name

upon entering gate,
claiming business.

I fear you have
been misled.

You have nothing
I find of worth.

Then why are you within
these walls?

Remove hand.

What is your
purpose here?

Put question to honored
husband, and have reply.

He trades with
the Aedile?

He does.

( CHATTERING )

The mistake
is mine, then.

See yourself from the streets
before nightfall,

to avoid further
misunderstanding.

Come along!

Apologies.

I assure you, not all
in the city stand as him.

What he spoke of, removing
myself from the streets...?

Is it not troublesome?

I made attempt
to dissuade my husband,

but he thought it best
to have streets cleared

of all but city guard,

until the rebellion
has been quelled.

You have a place
to call your own this night?

Yes.

I have my eye
towards such.

( RIPS )

( RUMBLING )

Move inside!

All streets are to be cleared!
( BANGS )

( CHATTERING )

Curfew
is in affect!

A little more
securer this time!

( RUMBLING )

( SQUAWKING )

The streets
cleared by guards?

By command
of the Aedile.

Did you know
of this?

Fuck yourself.

News greets
me with shared ear.

Trust these
will service need.

They will.

Yet there is more
we must ask of you now.

( SNORTS )

I thought
as much.

Two hundred
denarii a piece,

and you may lay hidden
here until sun crests

and curfew
is lifted.

It is not sleep
we seek.

What deformity of mind
do you think I suffer from,

that I would give further
aid to enemies of Rome?

We find ourselves
heavy with Roman coin.

What cost would
sober intent?

Five thousand denarii would
see me far from this city,

and shores
of fucking Republic.

A bargain
well struck.

( LAUGHING )

Call me Roman
no more, then!

How many more swords
do you need?

Those that join
us are well armed.

( SWORD RATTLES )

Join you?

You move to take
the fucking city?!

We move
to liberate it.

The gate stands
only in our path.

We would to slit
throats in the night

and see it raised.

Unexpected curfew
presents difficulty

in reaching
it unnoticed.

City guard would raise
clamor well in advance --

( SIGHS )

I cannot
aid you in this.

It would mean
my life.

You have forged weapons
for Spartacus himself.

If we are discovered with
your craft clutched in hand,

then they will send you
to the afterlife all the same.

Fuck the gods.

What would
you have of me?

( BANGS )

Gently.

I should not have content
fall to ruin by rough use.

Go fetch
the rest.

See that they
are careful.

( LAUGHS )

You would see me weighted
with unnecessary comforts.

( LAUGHS )

Have I grown
that heavy?

These are yours?

I would not be found
wanting,

if campaign stretches
beyond expectation.

You wish to join me,
in pursuit of Spartacus?

I wish
no such thing.

Yet I will not be removed
from your arms

for months
threatening years.

( SIGHS )

Publius and I shall travel
with you and Tiberius.

You know women are forbidden
within encampment.

Yet they are not banned
from followers' camp,

unless rules have shifted
absent knowledge.

♪

I would not have my family
bedded among slaves and whores.

Is it not better
solution

than having them
stricken from embrace?

( SIGHS )

Desire much appreciated.

Yet I could not stay mind
from thought of your safety,

placed so near
the enemy.

( KISSING )

I would have
you remain here,

far from the threat of death
war so often promises.

Is that
sole reason?

( FOOTSTEPS )

Father.

All has been
attended.

Your army stands ready
to march upon first light.

News well received.

I would
have word.

There yet lingers issue
of what title I shall hold.

I am possessed of leanings
towards the matter.

Morning sun shall
see them fall to place.

Have these returned
from where they sprang.

I would have house in order
before we take leave from it.

I thought honored
position all but mine.

Now I fear
he favors another.

Then you stand
as your mother,

bound by blood
and inconsiderate worth.

( CRACKLING )

( FOOTSTEPS )

It is a thing
of rare beauty.

Is it not?

Yes, Dominus.

You will carry it when
you face Spartacus?

I shall carry
my father's sword.

It is not as well bred
or considered as this...

yet it holds
deeper meaning.

Caesar will carry
it then?

As your word
and will?

I should not have placed
you within his reach.

He is a man
of base needs.

Then why honor him with title,
that above your son?

Apologies,
I overstep.

( GRUNTS )

You speak
your heart.

I know your concern
for the boy.

He no longer
stands as such.

But in the eyes
of his father.

( SIGHING )

Would my wife could
voice such simple wisdom.

I saw the gathering
of trunks.

She goes with you?

It was her intent.

Yet I would find
no comfort in her presence.

As I would
in yours...

( KISSING )

Is such a thing
possible?

I will be forced to place
you within followers' camp.

But yes,
it is possible.

If you so desire it.

Yes, Dominus.

I do not pose
question as master,

but as a man.

And would have
answer as one.

Yes.

It is something
I desire, Marcus.

( KISSING )

( SEAGULLS SQUAWKING )

Fuck my ass...

( SIGHING )
( CHATTERING )

( INHALES )

Quickly!

We must gather more
men and swords!

Spartacus is here!

( SEAGULLS SQUAWKING )

The moon nears
its peak.

Yet fucking gate
stands firmly rooted.

( WHISPERS )
They will see it raised.

Or fall in attempt.

Ready the others.

When gate trembles,
death follows upon heel.

Spartacus is within
our walls!

Move,
come with me.

See gate protected!

You, open
the storeroom!

( KEYS JINGLING )

Quickly!

( DOOR OPENING )

( HEAVY BREATHING )

Reward will surely
find hands for this.

Of that I have
no fucking doubt.

( SCREAMING )

( GRUNTING )

( SLAMMING )

( HEAVY BREATHING )

( YELLING )

Attius!
Raise the alarm --

( GRUNTING )

Call for more men!

( GRUNTING )

Hide yourself, I will find
you when it is over!

( SCREAMING )

( SCREAMING )

( GRUNTING )

( SCREAMING )

( GRUNTING )
( CLATTERING )

See gate opened!

Clear the way!

( GRUNTING )

( YELLING )

( YELLING )

( HEAVY BREATHING )

Move!

( SCREAMING )

( CRACKING )

( GRUNTING )

( SCREAMING )

Arm yourselves!

Forward towards
the front gate!

( GRUNTING )
( YELLING )

( SCREAMING )

( SCREAMING )

( SCREAMING )

( GRUNTING )

( SCREAMING )

( GRUNTING )

( CLANGING )

( YELLING )

( YELLING )

( SCREAMING )

( YELLING )

( YELLING )

Diotimus.

Where is Laurus?

( GRUNTING )
( SCREAMING )

I am here,
slave.

( GRUNTING )

( CRYING )
( GASPING )

( GRUNTING )

You would turn against your
dominus and join rebellion?

( GROANS )

Fucking animals...

( YELLING )

( SCREAMING )

( GASPS )

( YELLING )

( SCREAMS )

( HEAVY BREATHING )

( GROANING )
Diotimus.

( GASPING )

The villa is taken.

See yourselves free.

( GASPING )
( KEYS JINGLING )

Move.

My dominus...

He is dead?

Then I shall follow
him to the afterlife...

and piss upon
his shadow...

( LAUGHTER )

( GASPING )

( SCREAMING )

Ulpianus!

We flee
to Melia Ridge,

if they have not already
sealed escape.

Have you seen
my husband...?

I have not,
we must go.

I will follow
once I find him.

May the gods
protect you.

( HEAVY BREATHING )

The Aedile.

Have you seen
the Aedile?

( YELLING )

( GRUNTING )

You.

You aid Spartacus?

No.
( GASPING )

I stand
the man himself.

( GASPING, SCREAMS )

( SIGHS )

( SCRAPING )

( GROANING, LAUGHING )

( SHUDDERING )
( FOOTSTEPS )

( DRIPPING )

( LAUGHING )

Caesar.

( PANTING )

I had thought to find
Crassus himself,

the tone
so matching.

I am proud reflection
of my father.

Tiberius?

( LAUGHING )

Jupiter's fucking cock,

you were but a child
since I last laid eyes.

Apologies.
( CLEARS THROAT )

I am for my own home
before we march,

I did not wish to stain
it with such business.

Years abroad led you
to strange pleasures,

worthy of the beast
you appear.

And your father...
he's not spoken to you of this?

He finds himself preoccupied
with more pressing concerns.

Well, I'm certain
he will share confidence.

When he deems
you deserving.

You think
I am not?

( LAUGHING )

Sleep well,
young master.

And dream
of future glories.

Under my command.

♪

( GASPING )

( SEAGULLS SQUAWKING )

( WAVES CRASHING )

( CRYING )

( SCREAMING )

Sanus.

( GRUNTING )

Please,
let my wife live!

The city is taken.

( GROANING )

See the Romans that
yet live to chains.

Chains?

You let them
live?

They pose
no threat.

Nor fucking use.

Would they show mercy
if we were beneath heel?

( SHUDDERING )

Still, cunt!
( GROANS )

( WHIMPERING )

Spartacus!

The Aedile bars himself
in the horreum,

spilling pitch and threatens
to put light to bear.

Come.

I will not lend aid
to you and your animals.

If grain
is put to fire,

even I will not have voice
to calm my "animals."

You will do this,

or see your people that
yet live fall from this world.

( WHIMPERING )

Please.
Stay still!

( YELLING )
( POURING )

( POURING )

You will not have
my city's heart!

( YELLING )
Kill them!

Kill them!
Fuck the Roman man!

( YELLING )

Make attempt on gate
and I will for all to torch,

you fucking cunts!

( YELLING )

I can take him...

Agron!

Lower spear.

( YELLING )

Laeta...

Kill them all!
( SIGHS )

Go to him.

And pray your words
hold meaning.

( YELLING )
Don't listen to his words!

He's the reason
we suffered!

( JEERING )

( GASPING )

I thought
you dead.

You would place our fate
in her fucking hands.

I place it in what
I believe in.

I yet live, among
a clutch of others.

How many?

Too few.

And we will be fewer still,
if you do not stop this.

You would give them
all we have worked for?

I would see no more
death this night.

Open gate, let us see sun
crest upon another day.

I will not bow
to fucking slaves!

Turn thought from them,
and towards your people.

If you do this,

you will condemn them
all to the afterlife.

Your wife
among them...

( YELLING )

( GRUNTING )

( SPLATTERING )

Oh, no!
( GRUNTING )

( GRUNTING, YELLING )

( GASPING )

He would have
opened the gate!

I know
he would of.

He would have opened
the gate for me.

I could not place
faith in it.

( SOBBING )

( RATTLING )

We have had our fill of blood
and vengeance this night.

No Roman that yet draws breath
shall suffer further harm.

The city is ours!

( CHEERING )

( YELLING )
The city is free!

Once again
the Romans fall!

( CHEERING )

Victory!

To see one loved robbed
of life is a heavy thing.

One done lightly by Romans
many times to me.

It is no balm,

but know that I carry
the full weight of your loss.

Place
her in chains.

( GASPING )

War often carries with
it great sacrifice.

None more
keenly felt

than threat of those
one holds closest to heart

struck from
this world.

♪

I would not have
my son fall to such a fate

because he was not ready
for command.

Nor would I deny
him opportunity,

to prove himself
a man in his father's eyes.

You stand as my word
and my will.

You honor me, father.

As I shall honor
the name of Crassus.

Ride with Caesar
and men of your choosing.

Seek out Mummius and what
remains of Cossinius' legion.

Find Spartacus and send
word of his movement,

but do not tempt
engagement

until I have arrived
with proper force.

( POUNDS )

You fill the air with
lofty promise,

only to command
I bow to a fucking boy?!

He is my son!

And shall be treated
with mirrored respect!

I have spread coin towards your
election as Military Tribune.

Formal title Tiberius
is yet too young to hold.

Wear my token to pass
unmolested through encampment,

until appearance is shorn
to Roman likeness.

I would prefer fancy sword
and expected position.

Stay upon path
I have set,

and see greater glories
bestowed at journey's end.

Hmm?

Sound horn!

( HORNS SOUNDING )

We advance south
on Spartacus

and those who follow
him in rebellion!

Let our shadow
fall upon them...

and every man, woman,
and child

so touched by it struck
from this world

by the might
and glory of Rome!

( CHEERING )

( THUNDER RUMBLING )

♪

( SLICING )
( YELLING )