All language subtitles for Spartacus.S03E05.Blood.Brothers.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H264-FLUX

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See them cleaned
of blood and salted,

to hold rot at length.

They maybe yet
some purpose.

Agron.

I would share a moment.

I have no time nor desire.

Perhaps
Castus is less taken.

I do not care for the way
his eyes frame upon you.

A gaze I grew
familiar with

when we were yet
slaves to Batiatus.

I fear return
to days of old.

There are many who believe
Crixus holds higher ground,

with the slaughtering
of the prisoners.

And where do you stand,
in such regard?

With you.

And always shall upon
field of battle.

Return to the villa.

I would have guard Laeta
and her people in my absence.

Is it wise leaving
city walls

with so much unsettled
within them?

Should you not
attempt words

and the healing
of festering wound?

I'm done with words.

[ indistinct conversation ]

Oh, you must learn our tongue.

You know what cruses
she rains upon you.

Fuck your mother, you bloated
cock eater.

I prefer the bliss
of ignorance.

As all men should, huh.

We break for Sicilia,
and the promise of blood.

It is ill time for drink.

I but lend support
to brother Lugo.

I fear the water.

And the monsters within it.

All has been prepared for
your voyage, King Spartacus.

As agreed upon.

With many times
its weight to follow.

More than enough
for wine--

and for soft lips around
you cock huh,

to remove lingering thoughts
of the Syrian boy.

You do not sail
with us?

Heracleo is for
more pressing matters.

I paid for your services.

You paid for my ship.

And who shall
helm it?

That is what
I pay Tryphon for.

Good fortune,
King Spartacus.

I shall raise a cup
in your honor.

Come Captain.

[ laughter ]

You wish to fight now?

Where was such lust for blood
when stood against Spartacus?

We are mired in piss
and shit because of you.

Because you turned and fled
like frightened children

in the face of our enemy.

It is cruelest fate that
you yet draw breath.

While the man who stood
ground beside me

was struck from this world

for your
fucking cowardice!

[ horn blows ]

I would not have our stores fall
below reasonable note.

See more grain brought
from holdings in Sicilia.

Imperator.

Senator Metellus.

Apologies for lack
of proper reception.

I was unaware
you'd strayed so far

from the comforts
of mother Rome.

I seek neither
vain formality

nor luxurious
appointment.

Only answer
to singular question,

why did the Senate
granted you an army

only for it to
stand idle

half day's march
from Sinuessa?

The Senate did not
grant me an army.

They granted command.

Every horse, every sword,
every man your eye lays upon

was purchased with coin
from my own vaults.

Shall be set to purpose
by the will

of Marcus Crassus alone.

and was it your will that
sounded retreat against

Spartacus in inaugural
confrontation?

You were
dispatched to balm

grievous wound
suffered against him.

Not to inflict
further injury

with such unfortunate
news.

A minor skirmish
foolishly engaged.

Those who turned from their
duty have been dealt with.

News that also
inflames ear.

Is it true you exhume
putrid spectre of decimation?

I but give needed
lesson in commitment.

When next my soldiers
face Spartacus

it shall be the rebel
who falls to misfortune.

The people shall
greet such event

with celebration.

As they greet word of Pompey's
victory in Hispania.

He has defeated
Sertorius?

And soon shall be once
again upon our shores

with his own legions.

It shall be of a comfort...

if Spartacus
yet plagues us.

Spartacus shall be
far from thought

in advance of the
adolescent butcher's return.

Your tongue rattles
bold noise.

But here you sit absent
thunder and purpose.

What would you have me do?

Hurtle myself against
city walls in mad attempt.

I would have you bring
this to an end, Imperator.

A thing already
set to motion.

Caesar is
within Sinnuessa,

secreted among
the rebels.

Caesar?

You would place
our fate

in the hands of that
arrogant fucking boy?

Spartacus will not be
put to grass

by brute force, as Pompey
would surely attempt.

He's a man
of keen intellect,

and must be dealt
with in kind.

You speak as though
you admire the man.

He came from humble
beginnings,

and now even the Senate
trembles before him.

I find no greater cause
for admiration.

The Senate does not
tremble--

except in anger that
you fail to act.

I but wait for
proper opportunity.

Yet if a small force
advanced upon above Sinuessa

would assuage fear...

How many men?

How many did you
travel with?

You would seek to order my men
to do what you will not?

I would seek to include you
in glorious victory.

If thought does
not appeal, return home.

And leave matters of war
to the men who wage them.

And leave matters of war
to the men who wage them.

You give me sword?

You've proven yourself
trusted, Lyciscus.

And I would see
you well armed,

were another attempt
made upon my life.

Gratitude.

I long to see it
put to proper use.

As do I.

A desire well shared.

Soon we shall
throw open gate,

and split Roman ass
with cocks hard of purpose.

What of Spartacus?

Will he return from voyage
upon sea to join us?

Spartacus is no longer
among us?

I was down at the docks
when he departed

with Gannicus
and the Cilicians.

You did not
know of this?

No. I did not.

He protects
the fuckin' Romans.

and now treads water with
Heracleo, absent word?

Heracleo does not
sail with them.

He remains in Sinuessa?

With his man Castus.

They are for drink,
and baser pleasures.

And what of Agron?

Was he stroking
Spartacus' cock

when ship set to wave?

I didn't see him.

Seek Heracleo, and gain
knowledge upon subject.

We will have words
have words with Agron.

The fucking chasm widens.

Gratitude,
for the food.

And the protection you
provide my people.

I do only as commanded.

It is still a kindness,

much appreciated.

She fuckin' appreciates us.

You and your people

would have us all
for the afterlife.

As we would have you.

But for the mercy
of Spartacus.

Give way or see brains
upon the ground.

Turn from whatever
intentions cloud mind.

You will not lay hands
upon these people!

We give no fuck
towards your Roman pets.

Why has Spartacus
left the city?

Where did you hear
of this?

Give fucking answer.

Seek it from the man himself
upon his return.

I thought more of Spartacus,
than a coward

of secrets and schemes.

As you schemed to
slaughter these Romans
against his command?

They are the enemy.

No different to the ones we
suffered beneath as slaves.

Or the ones who took
your brother's life.

There stood a time when you
followed your own heart

in matters
of blood.

What does it tell you?

That we are different
men now.

Not all of us.

Let Spartacus know I will have
words, when he returns.

[ yelling and
indistinct conversations ]

I have born witness to
many of your mad plans.

Never did I believe they
would lead us across the seas.

Last I found myself upon them,
I was in chains.

Bound for Roman soil.

My wife taken from me.

A thing they shall
eternally regret.

Of that I have
no doubt.

Yet of current
intentions,

my mind is
of less certainty.

Crixus runs wild
within the city,

Crassus threatens
growing storm without.

Time ill considered for assault
towards wheat in Sicilia.

Heracelo tells of shipments
large in the gathering.

I would sever a blow
to the man himself,

not his purse.

The food is meant
to feed his army.

Seizing it will aid
in weak them,

and force Crassus to fall
to desired path.

Point well made.

One perhaps you would
divine absent my words,

were head not forever
steeped in wine.

(laughs)

A man must do what he can
to brace he can embrace

against the shit
of a simple day.

I hold you towards
loftier esteem.

As would most loyal
to our cause...

if I were to fall.

You know my thoughts
towards the subject.

I am no leader.

You proved yourself
more one than Crixus,

when streets unfortunate
with unfortunate blood.

Had Naevia not put
me to ground,

I may have
spilt the same.

No.

You would not have.

They come to land.

And blood of
fucking Romans.

Perhaps one day you will find
reason closer to heart,

to assume
deserved mantle.

And perhaps I will
fall this very night.

and leave you to weep
with the other women.

Keep formation!

[ yelling ]

You wish to leave us?

Sanus will send you
on your way!

Crassus well provides us.

No escape.

All dead.

Let us see what more
he has to offer this night.

I look into his eyes,
and no longer gaze upon
the boy I knew.

I have witnessed cold distance
in his stare.

You should break words
and draw him near,

where he belongs.

Nothing do I crave more.

Yet he has to find
his own path,

or be forever lost.

Of course.

I speak my heart,
absent thought.

It weighs heavy, seeing
one so loved cast adrift.

I can offer him no light
upon welcoming shore.

Yet you may appear as
bright as the North Star,

constant in
its guidance.

I'd do anything
to ease the suffering

of both son,
and noble father.

when you are
within my arms,

the world falls
from concern.

You will forever find
me there.

Until the gods tumble
from the heavens.

At last the fucking dice
from favor.

I shall see balance of what
you have stolen returned.

I shall see balance of wine
drained from cock.

The night is young
and so are the whores.

Linger, see both
properly aged.

Another game, then.

I came about
winnings easily,

I would part
with them hard.

Would that all profited
so in dealings with Spartacus.

I fear blood soon to
replace desired coin,

when news meets of the rebel
king's madness in Sicilia.

It is a thing to
trouble thoughts.

And Spartacus
commanding your ship,

forcing you to shore as he sails
towards uncertain fortune.

A decision made
of own fucking mind,

absent cracks
threatening foundation.

To set upon holdings
of the richest man

in all the Republic

is invitation for
calamity and collapse.

Spartacus moves against
Crassus on Sicilia?

I would clear
head and cock,

before more piss flows
from errant tongue.

Move my darling.

Come on.

I think Crixus would be
eager to learn this.

Pause.

Let us see what more can
be drawn from Cilician waters.

I was of similar mind.

You must eat.

The man resents
we yet draw breath.

You do not stand object
of his displeasure.

Agron. Pause a moment.

Spartacus is due
upon docks.

I would greet
his return.

And I would have much
need of words.

I yet have none
to break.

Is it a common trait among
men east of the Rhine

to run from a fight?

No.

Yet I have learned it one
of a Syrian to shit

lies from mouth and deem
them sweetest nectar.

I have not broken
trust with you.

You were with Castus.

After I commanded you
remain absent his company.

Commanded?

The collar that once bound
my neck is but distant memory.

Do not think I will slip it
'round again for you.

Do not raise
fucking hackle.

If I had been discovered
with the Cilician

after promises made to you,
you would be of equal passion.

I came upon Castus
in the street

while Crixus and the others
were seized with madness.

We broke for
you and Spartacus,

absent time even for words
to pass between us.

And I am to believe
of all within the city

he miraculously
appears by your side?

As I would believe you.

In all things.

Agron, we have
a fuckin' problem.

How many crest hill?

Thirty by count.

Perhaps more concealed
by dawn's mist.

Scouts.

Their numbers stand
to few for advance.

Soon they shall swell,
their legions crashing upon us.

Then perhaps we should
send message

of the folly
of such an attempt.

Gather weapons,
and prepare to open gate!

[ cheering ]

Spartacus would not allow
foolish attack on Crassus.

Whilst he lays assault
on the man in Sicilia?

He moves towards Crassus,

and yet we're to sit
here stoking cock.

Let us show Crassus that
all the coin in the world

will not stay his blood
upon fucking ground!

You do not lead
these people.

Perhaps it's time
I should.

Crixus!

Why are you assembled
with rising intent?

To meet those of Rome,
gathered upon hill.

He's given order
to throw open gate.

I would see it
opened as well.

[ cheering ]

At last he falls
to fucking reason.

Well you mistake me.

I do not give command to
see Crassus' men engaged.

Then what
moves purpose?

I would see what remains
of our Roman guests released.

[ murmuring ]

You set them free?

You have lost
fucking mind.

As you have lost voice
in all decisions of worth.

Attempt to raise gate
in advance of my word.

And you will find it
forever shut behind you.

It seems another life.

when we were embraced
by the warmth

of your father's villa.

For some a place
of each chill.

When last did
food pass lips?

A thing of no care.

To me nothing
stands more so.

Let us fall to the comfort
of my tent,

and turn from
unforgiving ground.

I remain with my men.

As the Imperator
would have it.

Your father cares for you
more than you know.

His hand offered
through touch of my own.

You come to me
upon his order?

He has chosen
to make gesture.

Just as you must choose
how it is received.

What of your men
that set upon us?

They now stand
willing to see us live?

They are no longer my men,
nor stand for reason.

I will see you
from the city,

and far from
their wrath.

Would you have come
to such compassion

in advance of
unfortunate events.

We've both been deeply
wounded by them.

You have suffered
but annoying scratch.

Do not seek to place
it upon level

with severed
fucking limb.

I seek nothing, except
the parting of ways.

From you, and those who would
break from my command.

You forced Crixus and
the other from Sinuessa?

They'd remain within
cursed walls.

I am for Sicilia
with those yet loyal

and points beyond.

The mighty Spartacus.

Turning from
noble cause.

I but choose
another path.

One slick with blood,
as any you travel.

One Rome set me upon.

Be thankful
I leave its shores.

And pray to your gods
I never return.

[ crowd yelling ]

Move them back.

Move! Stay back!

We shall have your
blood upon a day!

You are blessed because
Spartacus stands a fool.

Move aside.

You put us all at risk!

I but move more to victory!

By setting our
enemies to the winds?

You place wrath upon
errant hem.

Crassus stands
truer enemy.

And you deliver weapon
into waiting hands.

Laeta and the others have
been among us too long.

What they might
have heard or laid eyes--

They laid eyes on
two brothers divided.

A chasm we must bridge.

One widen by your
schemes in Sicilia.

A thing Crassus
will believe as well.

When Laeta tells
him of it.

You release her, so he
will know of your plans?

And when he moves
to halt them...

We shall see the man
and his legions to their end.

Heracleo and his ships
will carry half our forces

in waves to Sicilia.

Sanus and a clutch
of trusted men to ensure

the Cilicians stay true
to bargain.

Am I to remain
in the city?

With those known to
be loyal to you.

At least that is
what Crassus will believe.

The Roman bodies we have salted
will be clothed to our cause,

and placed to give
the illusion of presence.

You shall lead your forces
through northern gate

and across Melia Ridge,

while we set upon Crassus'
grain holdings on the island.

He will have no choice
but to break men

in order to protect
his supplies.

Dividing his legions...

Giving you time to crest
the ridge...

and drop upon
his remaining forces

while they yet believe you
within city walls.

I will be too few
to defeat him.

Alone, perhaps.

Yet I would not
have you so.

We shall slip
from Sicilia

after Crassus' men have
landed to engage us.

And from the sea
we shall join our brothers.

Setting upon Crassus' weakened
forces from two sides.

You knew of this,
when we broke words?

I held only Agron
to confidence.

Gannicus being brought
to knowledge

during return
from sea.

I could not risk
Laeta and the others

discovering
true intention.

You fucking shits!

You have been
disagreeable of late.

Any wonder you and your woman
were left from fold?

We must move past it.

Or fall to ruin.

Diotimus told
of the bridge

being impassable
this late in season.

A thing the Romans
will believe as well.

You shall prove them
in gravest error.

A lesson I long to teach.

See our people
quietly upon land.

and make swift
return for more.

I shall try not to kill
to many Romans

short of
your presence.

[ laughing ]

You've had your fill
of women and drink?

I'm a man of the sea.

And do not
belong from it.

If Castus ever
awakes form drink,

give word and we
shall return for him.

Gratitude,
for all you have done.

None deserved.

I am but for coin,

and the weight
of it in my hand.

You shall have
it upon return.

A glorious day
for all.

Until such time.

King Spartacus.

It is a mad
fucking plan.

The sort I most favor.

You deem report from
northern efforts accurate?

I do, Imperator.

Then we but await
divinity of the moment.

If sign from the gods is all
you seek to spur intent...

Then lay wanting eyes
upon it.

Spartacus releases a clutch
of prisoners from Sinuessa.

You will find what this one
carries upon tongue

of pressing interest.

Well come.
Break silence,

and see more discerning
mind gauge worth of it.

Spartacus and his men
move against Sicilia.

What of the remainder?

They have fractured
from the man

and yet hold the city.

Now is our chance!

Sinuessa stands but
partially defended.

So it would appear.

Must brought
great suffering,

to witness the fall
of your city?

Beyond the telling of it.

And yet you survived.

A most
fortunate blessing.

Bestowed only by
name of Aedile's wife.

You stand married
to Ennius?

Do not see the point.

Give reply.

When he was yet
of this world, yes.

Spartacus knew of this,
and forced me

to lend aid in dealing
with the Cilicians.

You gave aid to the man
that robbed you

of husband's life,
in order to save your own?

To save as many of my people
that yet drew breath.

A thing I would do
again, if so needed.

Imperator.

The woman gives vital
information.

Why do you continue
to stand idle?

As I have said, I but pause
for opportunity, now presented.

Gratitude
for your spirit.

We shall break words again,
once I retake your city.

Give command to
prepare for march.

You have wine?

Falernian.

A gift from your father.

Come,
let us share a cup.

The legions have been
called to formation.

I pray it
a favored sign.

That the war will
soon be over,

and we may
return home.

To be met with glory
and laurels.

For the Imperator and the men
that yet serve beneath him.

To move without
cherished son

weighs upon his heart.

I do not speak
of myself.

But of those robbed of life
by intemperate command.

Know that it was
not given lightly.

Nor absent regret.

Would that I had
drawn this stone,

and had fallen
in Sabinus' place.

You do not mean that.

Would the world not still
turn absent my presence?

Would the Imperator
not still march

towards desire's end,

absent dragging weight
of constant disappointment?

Your father loves you,
Tiberius.

It appears
he loves you more.

A thing far
removed from truth.

Shh...

Everything will be as
it should, little master.

Everything will be as
it should...

Apologies.

You mistake intent.

No.

You mistake mine.

He took something from me.

And I would have
something in return...

Stop this...
Tiberius --

You forget your place.

Despite fine appointments
and elevated worth,

you are yet a slave.

And shall do as
I fucking command.

And shall do as
I fucking command.

And shall do as
I fucking command.

And shall do as
I fucking command.

And shall do as
I fucking command.

See all amphoras of
pitch from atop wall.

Crixus shall find need
of them upon the ridge.

Vertiscus! Correus!
With me!

Move along.

Keep moving.

Move. Move.

Move along!

Litaviccus.

See her safely towards
encampment.

All we could lay hands.

No more in city.

I pray we hold enough.

I pray we hold
enough wine.

We forge journey towards
new beginnings.

I would have one
between us as well.

Would you now?

Your friend,
the blacksmith.

Though
he forced my hand,

I know now,

he did not
deserve such a fate.

And your hand so forced
when you made assault upon me?

Would you not have
done the same,

to protect one you love?

You are a true warrior now,
Naevia.

Lay hand upon me again
for whatever reason,

and I will treat
you as one.

Keep moving!

Move!

Move!

Move!

Keep moving!

Clear streets!
Move out!

You move in wrong direction,
brother.

We are for Crixus
and Melia Ridge.

I would move towards more
promising opportunities.

(laughs)

Well as would fucking I.

Yet Crixus has come
to terms,

and we are but mortal men
following in the path of gods.

We follow path
to frozen death,

while Spartacus sails towards
warm embrace of Sicilia.

He would not have you,
so stained with the blood

of those Roman shits
he gave protection.

The die has been cast,

and we must see game
to bitter end.

I suppose we must.

Come.

Let us join Crixus--

Have you lost your
fucking mind, Lyciscus?

It has always been my own.

That of Gaius Julius Caesar.

You stand Roman?

As you stand
for the afterlife.

Wait! Wait--

stay your hand
and I will offer aid!

You would turn against
your people?

These- these are
not my people!

I come from lands east
of the Rhine,

and I would draw breath to
return to them upon a day.

I can see you
close to Spartacus.

And together--

we can end the mad fuck.

An offer much
appreciated...

yet I have made other
arrangements.

Move to your purpose
and clear the streets!

Clear the streets!

See what delays
Agron and Donar.

I would have leave
of this fucking city.

As would I.

Gannicus.

I thought you
for the ridge.

I did not wish
to leave without words.

(sighs) Would that
I could stop them.

Before you came
to the city,

I prayed to the gods
that they would deliver me

from the hands
of my dominus.

And in you my prayers
were answered.

I have heard
this tale before.

and found it
equally misguided.

I do not ask you
to believe it true.

Only to accept that it is
what I hold to heart.

I accept it.

Now on your way.

May the gods watch over you.

And you, if I can not.

[ chuckling ]

Drive on! Secure the ship!
Make ready!

Their return stretches hour.

Cilicians are not known
to be of such concerns.

Nor of good manners

nor proper bath.

Apologies.

The fates conspired
towards unfortunate delay.

Where is Sanus?

Gone from this world.

He fell to the Romans?

To their desires...and to
the weight of more coin

than even a
king could offer.

than even a
king could offer.

Apologies, brother.

I did not wish
you such an end.

[ indistinct yelling ]

Over here we must see that
the be retaken!

Gather the last of the pitch
and see it to Crixus.

Meet upon the docks
when you are finished--

Romans!

Romans!

Romans!

Romans!

You fucking traitor!

No, a fucking Roman.

Spartacus!

Open the gates!

Donar, The Rope!

Crixus.

Crixus.

Fucking pirates.

You come to aid most
fortunate moment.

As you have often done.

Spartacus!

Those are Roman ships.

Fall back to the ridge.

Move!

Fall back!

Whatever your plan...

it dies with you, Roman.

[ crashing ]

Now would be time to run.

[ loud crash ]

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