All language subtitles for Spartacus.S03E04.Decimation.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H264-FLUX

♪

That should do it.

Here then, you cunt!

( CHATTERING )

( LAUGHTER )

There stands
greater worry

than grain carried to port
by Cilician shits.

What would you have
us feast upon? Promise
of better days?

I would see bellies filled
with the death of Romans.

Crassus is certain
to dispatch more soldiers.

And we should be preparing
to greet them.

We are. By ensuring our own

do not go into battle
weakened by hunger.

Full sails, we here
for the night.

Heracleo. How fares
recent venture?

If you are of a thirst,
the gods have shown favor.

You carry no grain?
A clutch of amphoras

so filled were liberated
from Roman ship.

Yet its captain held more
stock in drink
than seed or bread.

Wine will not feed
my people.

The Romans have stored
most of their harvest

against encroaching chill.

Difficulty rises
in securing such bounty.

As does
its price?

Yeah.

Ah!
( SHATTERING )

( YELLING OVER EACH OTHER )

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

Move back!

Whoa, hold
and fall to reason!

See each to a handful,
and clear them from the docks.

Spartacus. More slaves taken
afoot approach gate.

Will you see them
to a handful as well?

( CHATTERING )

Do you know
of my sister?

I haven't laid eyes
since the city fell.

We should not be wasting
what little food we have
on fucking Romans.

You know my mind
upon subject.

I stand with Crixus
towards it.

I have given
Laeta my word.

It will not be broken.

♪
( YELLING )

Let me in, please!

If you hold weapon you must
give over before entering city!

Fuck!

Weapon?
Just this.

( LAUGHS )

Proceed.

It seems a lifetime past,
that I stood as him.

( LAUGHS )

Show brand,
and see what you...

Show brand
or mark,

to prove you stand former slave
and no friend of the Republic!

We have nowhere
to go!

Show me your brand.
Show brand.

( GIGGLES )

The most fearsome
weapons yet exposed.

I would take no offense
to closer inspection...

Next.

( LAUGHING )

( SIGHING )

( LAUGHTER )

Show me your brand,
show me your brand.

We need
a place to sleep!

Open bag!

Put mind at ease,
brother.

You'll have no need
of this here.

Spartacus does not favor
his people holding coin.

Spartacus!

This one carries knowledge
of Crassus' army.

I say about a half
day's march from our wharves.

How great
a force?

Larger than fucking
city by her word.

Yet he has made camp
and holds advance.

Why stay hand when
it grips such numbers?

He but grips
his own fucking cock if he
believes we will...

Run!
Fucking Romans!

The Romans!

( SCREAMING )

Seal the gate!

( RUMBLING )

Give fucking way!

( CRASHING )

( GRUNTING )

( GRUNTING )

( GRUNTING )

Fucking shits drew upon
us when pressed to show brand.

Gratitude for assistance.

There is no greater
glory...

Than the death
of your enemy.

I would lay eyes upon
your brand friend.

Well, that presents
some difficulties.

More so if you
are absent one.

My dominus branded
all his slaves close
to cock and cunt,

equally enjoyed
upon drunken nights.

With that knife I rid myself
of him and his fucking mark...

Fall to cover
and join the others.

Sever their heads and set them
to pike upon wall,

as warning against
future attempt.

Crixus,
Gannicus, Agron...

I would have much
needed words.

( HORSES WHINNYING )

( HEAVY BREATHING )

( CHATTERING )

It seizes heart,
to know you in such pain.

A deeper wound stands
removed from sight.

He has not come
to your side?

I recall my father's
grim visage

when first you delivered
me to encampment.

I have not since
laid eyes upon it.

Place no worries
in the absence.

The Imperator's mind
is taken with thoughts

of coming battle
against Spartacus.

We move to reclaim
the city?

I have received no order
to break encampment.

Though a large number of men
have been dispatched north.

North?
Towards what purpose?

( LAUGHS )
I do not hold your father's
confidence in such matters.

We stand as one
in such regard.

What of Caesar?

Does he circle
fading corpse,

eager to strip flesh of title
as word and will of my father?

He no longer
stands among us.

Caesar has fallen?

He but follows
command.

♪

Leave us.

You have given
Caesar mission?

One always intended.
He secrets himself
among the rebels,

to hasten
their fall.

The reason you ordered
he remain unshorn.

To assume guise
of errant slave.

One must appear as wolf
to be welcomed by the pack.

A plan
well considered.

I will stand by your side
when it bears deadly fruit.

That day has not yet arrived.

( SWALLOWING )

Rest, allow wound
to properly heal.

I am your word
and your will, Father.

A position not commanded
from upon back.

See yourself
to uniform.

And let us break words
towards your men's punishment,

for foolish attempt
against Spartacus.

( CLANGING )

Mystery of Crassus holding
advance falls to discovery.

The fucking
cock on him.

Believing a few men could
end rebellion.

Crassus does not move
as the others we have faced.

He adopts
our strategies,

in effort to twist
them against us.

We should
heed caution,

and see the gates
remain closed.

I will not deny entry
to those who have risked life

to break from their masters.

A thing born late
in any regard.

Many unknown to us have

already passed through gate

to join cause,
if outward form

does not conceal
darker intent.

If there stand such
among our ranks,

we must
see them exposed.

You scale
a mountain of ifs.

I would
add to its peak.

If you are struck down
by one of your errant flock,

how would they fare
absent guidance?

Crixus would see them
upon proper path.

With aid of wise
council, gathered
at this table.

I pray to the gods
that is a day I never
see come to pass, brother.

Yet if I held
sole command,

I would move swiftly
against Crassus.

On this
we share thought.

We are men of blood
and battle.

And the streets grow
restless with idle purpose.

We must stay course
agreed upon.

We hold advantage
of city walls;

Crassus' legions
will suffer on open plains,

while we train
swelling numbers to see weakened
foe to the afterlife.

Would that Attius
was still alive,
to forge more weapons.

You would
see traitor live,

and Naevia with brains
upon fucking sand?

Let Attius stand
as promised fate

for all who would see Roman
slaves from shackle.

Fix mind upon
the present,

gauge prowess of those
newly among us.

Escaped Romans
yet to be found,
Crassus upon our gate,

and you would have
me play fucking doctore?

I would have you observe
with watchful eye.

Any that measure
beyond expectation

may reveal themselves
more than they appear.

Join brother,
and see it done.

A lifetime ago the words
"fucking Gauls"
would spring from mouth.

If it did fall
to Crixus to...

You are yet among
the living,

and I would
see it remain so.

Until threat
is known,

I will be as fucking shadow.

( CHUCKLING )
Then darken heel,

and let us move to better
know mind of our enemy.

If I stood Roman,
my sword would have your
life in favor of ass.

Again!

( YELLING )
( CLANGING )

( CLANGING )

( GRUNTING )

( CHATTERING, LAUGHTER )

If that man proves
assassin,

then I am Jupiter's
fucking cock.

Hmm.
No skill.

Small cock.

You.

♪

Step forward.

I have witnessed your skill with
knife upon the unsuspecting.

Let us see how you fare
with sword against more
discerning eye.

( CLANGING )

( YELLING, GRUNTING )

( LAUGHING )

We waste
fucking effort.

If there is a Roman
among them,

would they
not feign ignorance

of the ways
of fighting men?

An animal cannot
hide truer nature.

When pressed to corner, it will
expose teeth and snap jaw.

( LAUGHTER )

You are no stranger
to the clash of steel.

All shepherds
are versed in sound.

Many seek to claim
another master's stock
upon hill and plain.

( CLANGING )
( GRUNTING )

( YELLING, LAUGHING )

And what did your dominus
call his defender of goat,

before he slipped
from grasp?

Lyciscus.

A name forced
upon me.

One I desire
quickly shed.

( CLANGING )
( GRUNTING )

( YELLING )

( HEAVY BREATHING )

I shall have rematch,
upon a day.

( LAUGHTER )

You. Step forward, and attempt
to remain from fucking ground.

( YELLING )
( CLANGING )

( LAUGHTER )

( WATER DRIPPING )

They take interest
in you.

( GRUNTING )
( LAUGHING )

( SWORDS CLANGING )

Do they take
it in you as well?

And with coin
I saw you relieving those

seeking refuge
within your walls?

Break such
words again,

and I shall relieve
you of something
far more valuable.

Ah, you mistake
intent, brother.

I mention deed only
towards thoughts of my own.

A city such as this holds
great opportunity,

for those brave
enough to seize it.

( LAUGHING )

♪

( UNLOCKING )

She turns from
offer of villa for straw
and the smell of shit?

For reason fallen upon
understanding ear.

The mind of a woman.
A foreign thing.

I would have words alone,
and see it deciphered.

She holds no threat.

I shall place
myself at entrance.

With sword clutched
in fucking hand.

Did not think the Slayer
of the Shadow of Death
had need of protector.

Unfortunate precaution,
in wake of morning's events.

Word carries
of the attack.

Does it also carry word
of Marcus Crassus,

the man who
commanded it?

Crassus...

You are pleased
with the man
Rome has sent to kill me.

Crassus stands as no other
in certainty of intent.

He will not stop
short of your end.

He is not the first Roman
to believe himself
capable of the act.

Those that came before
him did not hold wealth
to turn Juno Moneta envious.

Coin holds little worth
upon the field of battle.

What of a mind keen
enough to amass it?

Upon our first meeting you spoke
of dealings with Crassus.

I would know of anything
ear may have caught.

Such knowledge
will not reverse sun,

nor alter the course
of river's fate.

Then there stands
no reason to deny request.

Our business
with Crassus

concerned only grain
and shipment, nothing more.

Yet, my husband imparted story

shared by Aedile of Neapolis
towards future dealings.

The man was thick
in negotiations with Crassus

when he intercepted message
from reviled competitor,

offering more favorable
terms to Crassus.

While seeing
both profit

and valuable client
soon to vanish,

the Aedile burnt
errant message,

swiftly agreed
to Crassus' demands.

Only to discover
months later

Crassus himself
had sent the message,

intending for the Aedile
to lay hands upon it,

and move in direction
desired.

I too intercepted
message from Crassus.

And used what
was gleaned

to clear path
for him to assume command.

You have struck fear into
the very heart of the Republic.

Imagine the glory
that awaits...

the man
who defeats you.

Heracleo delivers
less than expected.

Rations must be lowered
by another half.

We will make due.

Until Crassus
reclaims the city.

He does not stand the only
one capable of the unexpected.

Let us seek
Heracleo,

and a future even the mighty
Crassus will not see coming.

Dispatch another thousand
men to aid Quinctius.

We must see progress
hastened.

Imperator.

My word
and my will.

You understand
what that means?

Yes, Father.

Do you?

The first battle in my campaign
forever etched in history.

As a victory
for Spartacus.

Father...
He was not to be engaged

until I arrived
with proper force.

Was command
not fucking clear?!

It was.

Yet opportunity
presented

when Spartacus moved
beyond city walls.

I thought it greater
offense not to seize moment.

Apologies for disobeying
your command, Father.

A thing that could
be forgiven in light of youth.

Yet your men falling
to retreat

does not so easily
slip from concern.

I ordered them
to stand ground.

Yet they fled.

Because they feared the enemy
more than their commanders.

A false assumption

we must see corrected.

What punishment would
you have me inflict?

One to stand
warning.

That death at the hands
of Spartacus

pales against the wrath
of the House of Crassus.

♪

Decimation?

Not since the days
of Marius

has savage ritual
been so commanded.

He would
make example.

Of what befalls
a man who turns heel

in face
of enemy.

The fault
is mine.

Had I obeyed your order
to stand ground...

Our men broke
rank and fled.

You were left
absent choice.

As my father
now leaves me.

Fifty men.

Fifty stones.

Five stained with
the promise of death.

Draw well and live.

Draw poorly...

You stayed at my side
while the others ran.

I am yet from this
world because of you.

Place
it from mind.

And pray
I draw well.

You do not deserve to be placed
at risk among cowards.

I will talk to my father
and beg your removal
from decimation.

The act would only
diminish you in his eyes.

A thing I would
never allow.

You stand most honorable
in his legions.

And this
is fucking reward!

( YELLING )

( CRASHING )

♪

I shall
do as commanded.

As all soldiers must.

( SNIFFLING )

( LAUGHTER, CHATTERING )

( MUSIC PLAYING )
( MOANING )

( GRUNTING )

The stables were
a sweeter smell.

Castus.

Where is Heracleo?

He was heavy with drink
and whores last I laid eyes.

Seek him upon
deck of his ship.

The man has a well known
preference

for sea and cunt,
spread equally before him.

( LAUGHING )

Gratitude.

Come, share cup, and we shall
seek him together.

We would not wallow
in such low company.

( LAUGHING )

Ah...

We are moved
by pressing business.
Another time.

Hmm.

Oh!

( CHATTERING, LAUGHTER )

You wish to fuck the man,
make introduction
and present cock.

I would sooner caress
shit and call it lover.

Cilicians cannot
be trusted.

You are familiar
with their kind?

I have had the displeasure
of their company,
in years past.

Choose words
with care.

Walk with taste.

Spartacus calls
them fucking ally.

♪

You do not share
opinion?

( SIPPING )

It would hold
no fucking matter.

I am but humble servant
to the will of our
glorious leader.

I have heard rumor Spartacus
stands a god among his people.

I have imperiled life
for his cause many times.

At Vesuvius
and Calor

and battles far too numerous
in the counting.

Even in the taking
of this fucking city.

Only to witness
remainder of enemy
spared within its walls.

And coin honestly gained
stripped from hand
to forge bargain

with the fucking
Cilicians.

But small wonder
you are forced to relieve

what you can from those
newly entering gate.

A fraction of what
is owed to me.

That is all I carry.

Consider it yours, toward
our continued friendship.

( JINGLING )

Too small a sum, to purchase
so rare an item.

Perhaps together
we can see it grow.

( WHISPERING )
And both our fortunes rise.

( MUTTERING, SINGING )

( GASPING )

Apologies.

( SHUDDERING )

I will not have
you speak of this.

Yes, Domina.

I no longer
stand as such.

You may call me Laeta.

I often dreamed
of being of your house.

You were one of Laurus',
were you not?

Many nights
I laid prayers
to be free of him.

If only city
did not need
to fall in their answering.

( LAUGHTER )

Embrace what
you have.

All can change
in sudden moment.

There,
you fucking cunt!

( GROANING )
Brictius!

Spartacus gave
clear orders.

No hands are to be laid
upon these people.

This Roman shit
laid hands upon me,

snapping at robe as I passed.

I but entreated

for word of my sister...

Fuck your sister!

( GRUNTING )

Unleash cock,
and find it severed.

All their fucking heads
should be set upon pike.

( SPITTING )

Gratitude.

Owed to Spartacus.

I tend to agree
about the pikes.

Wait! My sister...
Fabia...

flaxen of hair,
such as your woman.

I beg of you, I must
know if she lives.

Many Roman dead.

You join sister perhaps,
touch again one of us.

Please.

( GASPS )

I have
not seen her.

( SPEAKING GERMAN )

Hmm?

( LAUGHS ) Why Spartacus
allow them live?

I hold no understanding
towards it,
yet we shall honor desire.

( SPEAKING GERMAN )

Gannicus,
I must have words.

None give little girl,
not drink and fuck.

She makes valid argument.
( LAUGHS )

You must listen.

I have laid eyes upon
something that lends worry.

♪

( CHATTERING )

( HEAVY BREATHING )

We have taken to each
other's arms many times.

Yet never have
soared so high.

We are far from Rome.

And tethers that
prevent such flight.

Gratitude.

For allowing me to stay
by your side.

Mmm...
( KISSING )

I would never have
you leave it.

Your presence gives
much needed comfort.

It must
weigh mind.

This war with
Spartacus.

He is but nuisance,
soon to fade from memory.

My thoughts churn
upon closer relation.

( KISSING )

You have said Tiberius'
wounds already mend.

He will stand your word
and will in coming days.

Mmm.
( POURING )

A weight I question placing
again on so green a sapling.

He grows stronger
each day

beneath warming
sun of father's guidance.

Ah, Tiberius has given
all to please me.

To become
honored soldier.

Yet when eyes
are greeted,

there stands only
a child before me.

Playing at the games
of men.

He has fought and bled
for the glory of Rome.

For his Imperator.

Does he not deserve
to be treated

as any other
beneath your command?

♪

( CRACKLING )

You know I stand sympathetic
toward your plight.

Our numbers have
unexpectedly swelled.

My men and I can
only provide what we ourselves
can lay hand upon.

It is not enough.

Perhaps
it would be,

if resources were not drained

by undeserving mouths...

You stray
from subject.

As you from
reason.

Do you think they would
treat your people
with such kindness?

We are not Romans.

Nor shall we become them
by acts of unnecessary cruelty.

( LAUGHING )

This fucking man!
( LAUGHING )

I will provide you with what
I can to feed the lofty ideals.

Yet fear, it shall
fall short of desired mark.

I would see target
adjusted, and center struck
with surer purpose.

You wish to alter terms
of our agreement?

I would
but add to it,

and see your ships filled
with more promising cargo.

( LAUGHTER )
( COUGHING )

( GRUNTING )

( CHEERING, CHATTERING )

Nemetes!
I would have words.

And I would finish
fucking drink.

( LAUGHTER )

Fucking Gauls.

Shitholes rivaling
the Thracians...

I am not fucking cur!

( GROANING )
Gauls.

Return to drink and whores,
or part from this world. Choose.

( HEAVY BREATHING )

You did not need to be so rough
in demonstration.

We both must
play our part.

Now speak about what
have you discovered?

The man holds
no love for Rome,

through weight
of his words.

How do you balance
them against truth?

I believe his loyalties
mirror my own.

Yet I will set final test,
and gauge action
against words.

If words prove false,
so does the man.

See it done.

( CHATTERING, LAUGHTER )

( SPITTING )
( RETCHING )

A common thing,
to be so rudely
handled by a brother?

Ah, he stands
no brother to me.

Nor any man that
has not earned my trust.

Oh. I fear mood
has taken sour turn.

Come. Let us sweeten
it with drink.

I would set desire
towards greater spoils.

And in the revealing of them,
set true nature to light...

♪

( DOOR CREAKING )

( GASPING )

This precious jewel

once stood domina to many
slaves within the city.

They attended
her every need.

As she now attends ours...
( WHIMPERING )

Spartacus allows this?

( LAUGHING )
Fuck the gods, no.

He helped himself
to my fucking coin.

I returned favor...
( SPITTING )

( MOANING )

( WHISPERING )
with one of his little pets.

( MOANING )

Prove yourself no friend
to these people.

Use this Roman
for untold pleasures.

And when you have finished,
leave fresh mark upon her.

As we have
so often done.

Leave us.

( DOOR CLOSING )

( SOBBING )

Calm yourself,
calm yourself.

I stand a Roman,
as you.

( WHIMPERING )

My name
is Gaius Julius Caesar.

I come in the name
of Marcus Crassus.

His legions are gathering
in the north.

We shall take
this city,

and see all those who have
done this to you suffer.

Free me...

Soon Crassus will come.
You have my word.

( WINCING )

( WHISPERING )
Free me...

( SOBBING )

( WHISPERING )
What is your name?

Fabia.

( WHISPERING )
Fabia.

Know that it shall
not be forgotten.

Nor the men that
set you upon this fate.

( CRYING )
( KNIFE SLICES )

♪

( LAUGHING )

What have you done,
you mad fuck?

I set her free.

As I would all Romans
yet held by Spartacus.

( LAUGHING )

You truly do stand
one of us.

Come, brother.

Let us see it done.

( CRACKLING )
( WIND BLOWING )

There stands no stronger
bond between men,

than one forged
in war.

Nor greater glory

than to fall in defense
of mother Rome.

Each of you swore
sacramentum.

To obey
order given.

To refrain from theft
or breach of common law.

To protect
the Legionary Standard.

And never to break rank
nor flee from enemy.

Those who stand before
me turned from field of battle.

Retreated from
the rebel Spartacus

and his army
of slaves,

fearing them more than
their own commander.

An error this night

I shall see corrected.

And in the lesson,

lay fear upon proper name.

Marcus.

Licinius.

Crassus.

( YELLS )

( CLATTERING )

Those who survive
decimation

shall be banished
to the followers camp.

To live among
slaves and whores

until such a day I deem
you worthy of proper company.

Father, I would
have word...

I am not your
father in this.

I am your fucking
Imperator.

I have too long considered
you a child, Tiberius.

Apologies.

You stand
a soldier now,

and deserve to be treated
as any other.

Join your men.

Fall to command.

( RATTLING )

Draw lots.

Let this night
be forever remembered.

And cause never
repeated.

Present your fates.

( CHATTERING )

No, no, fuck!

You cannot
do that!

( YELLING )

( SHRIEKING )

( CREAKING )

Apologies there
is so little.
Food grows scarce.

You risk life
for us. There is no more
we can ask of you.

See heart lifted
with welcomed news.

Crassus and his legions
are but a day's march
from our city.

He will retake it, and in the
act end our suffering...

I fear it has just begun.

( HORSE WHINNYING )

Apologies, Laeta.
I had to tell them
what I saw.

The fault
is my own.

For laying trust
in a rebellious slave!

( YELLS )

Hold!

This man.

He is the one Attius
helped free?

The blacksmith held
no knowledge of it.

Your friend dead,
because of her.

( GASPS )

See them bound

and taken to Spartacus.

They are his concern.

Where
do you go?

To see memory of Attius
well fucking honored!

None give rise
to suspicion?

They are eager
for Roman blood.

As any true
to our cause should be.

Fabia...Fabia!

( SOBBING )

Nemetes!

Break fucking words,
and knowledge of what you carry!

One of the missing
Romans!

She came at me out
of the shadows

half dead from
attempted escape.

( CHAINS RATTLING )

If it had not been
for Lyciscus...

You spare their lives,
and this is fucking gratitude!

( YELLING )
Fuck the Romans!

Fuck the Roman
cunts!

Kill the fucking
Romans!

( YELLING, CHANTING )

All should be struck
from this world.

Fuck the Romans!
As you struck Attius from it?

Subject has been
laid to rest, Gannicus.

Along with
fucking truth.

He aided the prisoners
in escape.

And made attempt on my life
when I discovered...

The Aedile's wife
saw them free!

How did you come upon this?

Laeta hid them beneath the floor
of her husband's stables.

Saxa carries her
and the others to Spartacus.

It holds
no matter.

Attius was a Roman,
who fell to deserved fate.

He was my friend,
you mad bitch!

Seize tongue, brother...
( GASPING )

( YELLING )

( SCREAMING )

( GRUNTING )
Get him, Gannicus!

( YELLING )
Kill him, get the fucker!

( GASPS )

( YELLING )

( CHEERING )

( GRUNTING )

Let's see what
you're made of, Gannicus!

( YELLING OVER EACH OTHER )

Come on, hit him!

( GROANING )

( YELLING )

Gannicus!

( GRUNTING )

( YELLING )

Calm yourself...

( YELLING )

( GRUNTING )
( RATTLING )

( CHOKING )

Fuck you!

Come on!

( YELLING )

( CHEERING )

( YELLING )
Get up!

( YELLING )

( SCREAMING )

Gannicus!

( SCREAMING )
( GASPING )

( GASPS )

( GASPING )

( GROANING )

( CHATTERING )

( COUGHING )

He left
me no choice.

He protects
the Romans!

As does our mighty
fucking leader!

Is this what we have risked
all for in joining cause?!

( TALKING OVER EACH OTHER )
Spartacus gives command!

And I would
give my life, to feel
enemy's blood hot upon cheek.

( CHEERING )
( CHATTERING )

We owe Spartacus
our own lives.

Yet he is wrong
in this.

( WHISPERING )
A thing known by all.

For every unwanted
touch placed upon you.

For every chain around neck,

and every lash upon back!

Take Roman blood
as payment...

and let us see this
city truly ours!

( CHEERING )

( SHUDDERING )

I will not do this.

You shall
do as commanded.

As all soldiers must.

Let it be done!

Begin!

( SINGING )

( YELLING )

( SCREAMING )

( YELLING )

No!

( WIND BLOWING )

Your lesson
well learned.

Imperator.

( CRICKETS CHIRPING )
( CRACKLING )

Each day brings
new madness.

Next you will ask to join
in wresting moon
from fucking heavens.

He sets purpose towards
more earthly goal.

Does it lie within
possibility,
what I seek to do?

All dreams
are possible...

it is but effort and cost that
keeps it from waking grasp.

See this last thing that
I ask of you to its end,

and I will fill
your ship with all the
riches this city yet holds.

Let us see it done then,
brother! ( LAUGHING )

Spartacus! Crixus and the
others have gone mad.

They're killing the Romans.

Keep watch over
the Cilicians.

You seem to favor their
fucking company.

( SCREAMING )

( YELLING )

♪

Move, quickly!
Come on, quick!

( HEAVY BREATHING )
Uh, sorry.

( GROANING )
Oh, you must keep moving.

We will not make
it to the villa.

No, you will not.

These for Spartacus.

Take from
fucking path!

I do not see Gannicus
among you.

Nor cause to heed
his bitch!

( CLANGING )
( GRUNTING )

Ah!

I give cause.
( HEAVY BREATHING )

Bitch. ( GRUNTS )

More Romans!

( YELLS IN GERMAN )

( GRUNTING )

( SOBBING )

( SCREAMS )

( SCREAMING )

( GRUNTING )
( SCREAMING )

Oh my God please,
hands off him!

( GASPS )

The Aedile's wife!

( SOBBING )

( SCREAMS )

( YELLING )

( GASPS )

( CLANGING )
( YELLING )

You will regain
sense!

Or fall where
you stand!

It is you who has lost sense.

And the Aedile's wife

who has seen
you tumble from perch.

She is the one who helped
these Roman shits slip bond!

And smiled at you through
fucking lies!

A thing
of truth.

Attius held
no part in it.

Nor did he deserve
the end that he met.

This is return
for the mercy I grant you?

Mercy?

You robbed
me of my husband.

Your people slaughtered
thousands within my city.

And I now stand
condemned, for trying to save
but a handful from such cruelty?

Learned at the hand
of our Roman master.

Take her life,
brother.

And in the act let us become
as one again.

A thing deserved.

Yet I will not see us become
the very thing we fight against.

There are many who question
your mind in this.

I question mind
as well...

placing faith
in you as a leader.

( YELLING )

See the Romans that yet live
gathered within my villa.

Make further attempt
against my will...

follow those you have
struck down this night.

The man has helped
us more than anyone.

Yet I now doubt
path he travels.

Then perhaps the time has come,
to forge our own.

♪

( THUNDER RUMBLING )

( SLICING )
( YELLING )