All language subtitles for Spartacus.Blood.and.Sand.S01E09.BluRay.720p.AC3.x264-CHD-eng

(theme music playing)

(men fighting)

Argh!

Aw fuck!

Two weeks and the mark's still
raw as a whore's cunt.

Eh, I bear
the same mark, brother,

without pissing about it.

Ha ha ha ha!

You lower your guard
after each assault.

I shall see it raised then.

(yells)

Your head is mine.

How shall I mount it?

You move well today.

You do not.
What distracts you?

I had Ashur send a letter
to Aurelia.

A week passed now,
and no reply.

You expect different?

A woman seldom rushes back
to the husband who calls her a whore.

I said no such thing.

Not in words.
The letter was contrite.

I admitted I reacted poorly
to the news of her being with child.

And now she makes you wait...

the way women punish us
for being fools.

Strike it from your mind

or find your brains
upon the sand.

Licinia:
These are exquisite.

Yes, they've been in the family
for generations.

So this sort of arrangement
happens often?

- No.
- Hmm.

But when such a request
is made,

one must be prepared to offer
only the finest quality.

The House of Batiatus does not
fall short in that regard.

This one, I think.

Ah, Diana,
the goddess of the hunt...

a fine choice.

Do you think
she would approve?

When Actaeon
saw her bathing,

she turned the poor bastard
into a stag

and set his own dogs
upon him.

Oh, how fitting then

that you should have
a stag of your own to play with.

Have you decided?

There is only one man

I would invite such peril
to know.

I will have Spartacus.

The champion.

Of course.

Is that a problem?
If more coin is required...

No no no no no.

No, the cousin
to Marcus Crassus

deserves the slayer
of Theokoles himself,

at fair price.

Oh, it is not the price
that concerns.

Psst.

If ever my husband
were to hear of this...

The gods themselves
would have to whisper it in his ear.

We take the utmost care

with the delicate nature
of these arrangements.

The mask ensures
anonymity,

but you must do your part.

Tell no one.

Arrive exactly
at the appointed time,

unencumbered.

Absent slaves or attendants?

Who would hold your husband's
loyalty true to value.

I would avoid complications
for you and this ludus.

Ilithyia.

Oh.

Apologies. Am I early?

For what purpose?

You invited me
to midday meal.

- Did you?
- Yes. For tomorrow.

Oh, was it?
(chuckles)

I pray I have not interrupted
important proceedings.

Oh no, on the contrary.

We were only just speaking
about you and your gladiator.

What was his name?
The Celt...

- Segovax.
- Yes, Segovax.

Pity. Perhaps you should
buy several next time

until you get the hang of it.

It's a very difficult process.

Very few make it
to the final test,

still fewer the arena.

My husband demands
only the finest.

As do we all.

Forgive my haste,
but my own husband expects me.

I look forward
to our next encounter.

She favors you.

And I her.

It warms the heart
to know my hands are responsible.

Then let me take them
in gratitude.

You should be more careful

with Licinia.

She's of a strata
above your station

and will not hesitate
to remind you of it

the minute her mood shifts.

And it shifts frequently.

I am well versed
in dealing with such people.

Of course you are.

So am I to be invited?

Invited? To what?

To the masquerade.

You think I did not notice the mask
she was attempting to conceal?

You're mistaken.

There is no masquerade.

She merely wanted to borrow
the visage of Diana.

To avoid complications?

A wealthy woman of status
visiting a ludus,

concealing masks
and whispering of complications...

if I did not know better,

I would suspect intent

to fuck
one of your gladiators.

- Ilithyia.
- She is, isn't she?

Oh, that little whore.
How positively depraved.

I promised discretion.

You must not breathe
a word of this to anyone.

I would never think it.

You have been
a most valued friend.

And this will be

our little secret.

Lucretia:
I can control her.

Ilithyia?

Like you did
with her and Segovax?

She had her own man
make attempt on Spartacus

under our very roof,
and you yet speak of control.

Spartacus inflames her
beyond reason.

Licinia is a different matter.

Even Ilithyia
has sense enough

to fear reprisal from the cousin
of Marcus Crassus.

As she should.

That man shits gold.

To have the favor
of such an ally in Rome

could pave my way
to a seat in the curia.

There is one small obstacle.

Licinia favors
the touch of our champion.

Spartacus?
That will not be difficult.

- Oh, he's always difficult.
- In a past that no longer exists.

I shall command

and it shall be done.

Ah, the champion of Capua
arrives,

a man
who so terrifies Jupiter,

the clouds burst
and the heavens weep.

My glory is but a reflection
of my dominus.

- You flatter.
- I return in kind.

And the gods take notice.

Just when I thought
we'd accrued every accolade,

yet another falls in our laps
from the heavens.

Fair Licinia,
cousin to Marcus Crassus himself,

has personally
requested you.

- Crassus?
- The richest man in the republic.

A great honor.

Who's to be my opponent?

Opponent?

Licinia has no interest
in watching you fight.

Her desires are of a more
intimate nature.

I am to lie with her?

And shame all men who follow.

Such things are asked
of a champion?

They are.
You have concern?

No.

I am the champion of Capua.

I shall perform all duties
required of me.

Bring her to satisfaction

and see our fortunes rise
along with your cock.

Is there discomfort?

None.

When can I return to training?

The fact that you walk among the living
is a marvel in itself.

How long?

A week, maybe two.

Tomorrow.

No, it is much too soon.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow then.

Ashur: A glorious day,
long in the coming...

Crixus risen from the dead

and Ashur finally freed
of his shackles

to take up sword again.

You would resume training
as a gladiator?

I yet bear the mark

and long to stand with my brothers
once more

upon the sands
of the arena.

Perhaps this time
you will have the sense

to stay out of my way.

(Crixus laughing)

(spits)

Take this fucking thing
off me,

now.

He gave you no pause?

None.

Our dog is finally
housebroken.

You were wise

to put down his bitch.

(groaning)

(howling)

Shh.

Leave.

And send in some wine.

Everything comes to plan.

We shall have
Licinia's wet gratitude,

and with it
the ear of Marcus Crassus.

If Spartacus performs
as promised.

Every breath he takes is in service
to the glory of this house.

I know he's willing,

but it's been many months
since he last lay with a woman.

After such a time,

his passion might be
all too brief.

Well, that would be
unfortunate.

Yet easily avoidable,
if Spartacus is presented

opportunity to hone his skills
beforehand.

You have wandered
to the wrong cell.

Are you not Spartacus,

bringer of rain?

I am Mira.

I have been sent
to please you.

To what end?

Is your pleasure
not an end to itself?

I do not care for games.

Give your true purpose.

Find your tongue.

Domina fears

that you've been
too long without a woman,

that you will be unable
to withhold your seed

long enough to please
the Roman woman.

The notion offends me,

as does your presence.

You do not desire me?

I desire only sleep...

and the absence of dreams.

Gods grant me strength

to rip these fucking bars
from their moorings.

We were fools
to think they favor us.

We yet share a roof.

It would not have happened
if Dominus had sold me.

Is that not proof
that our union is favored?

To have you
but not have you...

it is a wound
beyond healing.

All wounds heal,

even the deepest.

Would that they had never
been inflicted.

You would wish
never to have known my heart?

(rustling)

(gates creak)

(men cheering)

Men: Welcome, Crixus.
Welcome back.

The Undefeated Gaul returns.

Perhaps it is time
he chose a new name.

Crixus.

My spirit soars to see you again
upon the sands.

The underworld
would not have me.

Take note.

A true champion
rejoins the brotherhood.

Champion of ass and balls.

(rhythmic pounding)

Has there ever been
such a man as Crixus?

No, Domina.
There has not.

Praise the gods
for his return.

May they guide him
to many more victories.

And our purse filled by such.

Yes, filled to bursting.

You will spar with Duro.

The German?

He has yet to set foot
in the arena.

And you have been
long absent.

Prove yourself against the man
and see advancement.

Ashur: And who shall
face Ashur?

(men laugh)

Choose carefully,

for I long for blood.

- Doctore: You train?
- I do.

By whose word?

The dominus himself promised
that I would rejoin the brotherhood

once I was freed
from the fucking brace.

Batiatus: Ashur.

A word.

(laughs)
The master calls his dog.

What of my victory
over Hasdrubal?

How the crowd roared
when I cleaved his head in two!

- A minor victory, long forgotten.
- Kleitos then, or Lysimachus.

All long ago.
Your days as a gladiator are past.

Dominus.

I beg of you,

let me prove myself
yet worthy.

You already have,
outside of the arena.

Your cunning is sharper
than any gladiator's sword.

I would not risk it
on errands of foolish pride.

Are we in agreement?

Your will, Dominus.

To business then.
I have had thoughts toward Solonius

I would discuss
on the way to market.

Did you note
any signs of discomfort

as Crixus took the sand?

- No, Domina.
- Huh.

He's anxious
to regain his place.

But I would not
see him overreach,

nor hide pain
from his recovery.

If you notice Crixus attempting
to conceal anything from me,

you tell me immediately.

Yes, Domina.

The opposite sex has no sense whatever
when it comes to their limits.

They must be constantly watched
lest they harm themselves

in the simple act of being men.

Wait.

Domina.

How did you fare
with Spartacus last night?

Was his cock of impressive size
when engorged?

How many times
did he have you?

Huh?

Speak.

He would not have me.

- He would not?
- No, Domina.

And yet you wait until now
to tell me?

I was afraid
you would be displeased.

Take off your dress.

Tits, ass and cunt all appear
to be without disease or deformity,

which tells me the fault
is not in the flesh

but in the bitch.

Apologies, Domina.

Return to his cell tonight,

and I expect his cock in you,

or you'll find a sword
in its place.

This isn't the arena.

The world is my arena, pup.

Send me a man.

Stand down!

Agron.

Duro.

Enough.

Half rations
for the remainder of the week.

Test my patience again

and I'll see you both
to the mines.

Crixus continues
making friends.

Spartacus:
Yet no word from your wife?

None forthcoming,

and no more coin to pay Ashur
for the service of letters.

You will dishonor us

if your mind is not
on the games.

Tell the jackal
I will cover the cost.

I will repay you.

Quickly,

before he departs.

Ashur.

Your man has run afoot.

Perhaps you'd care
for a real opponent.

Are you so eager
to return to the medicus?

Crixus, you are summoned.

Soon.

(groaning loudly)

Get off.

Tarry a while.

Your master's yet at market

and Ilithyia's not expected
for several hours.

Oh.

Is my skin not soft?

Yes, Domina.

I had the slaves draw
a milk bath,

recalling a time
when it pleased you

that we could afford
such things.

Oh.

Does it yet cause pain?

No, Domina.

I wish I could say the same.

It was torture
to see such perfection

marred by Theokoles.

When you fell to your knees

and the giant was
at your back...

my heart seized in my chest.

Then you looked up
to the pulvinus,

to me.

What was of your mind,

in that frozen moment
between life and death?

(thunder crashing)

I welcomed the afterlife

having known
the love of a goddess.

You will always be mine,
Crixus,

mine alone.

(shouting)

Five sacks
for the price of 10.

See to it they are dryer
this time, shit hole.

The last ones
stank of mold.

Do not churn, good Solonius.

The thief will suffer when prices
plummet with the next harvest.

I pray his cock
follows the decline.

You are left off leash?

My master is to his villa.

I yet have business
to attend

and words
searching for receptive ears.

My situation has shifted.

And with it your loyalties?

Batiatus proves himself unworthy,
as you had divined.

Such base character seldom weighs
the true worth of a man.

I take it your scales are
more in balance.

I hold valuable news,
beyond the meager recompense

you offered
when last we spoke.

I'm surrounded by jackals.

It concerns your life.

If that is no cause for you
to loosen your purse...

Wait.

You have picked my bones clean.
Speak before I reclaim the meat.

You fuck the whore Desponia
on this night every week, do you not?

You voice what is already
well known to me.

Hmm. Send another cock
in your place

or see it removed
along with your head.

Batiatus moves against me?

I am to pay his agent
and see the order given.

You've been warned.

I really cannot believe
the difference.

When I first visited your home,
I felt great sorrow

for the woman forced to live
in such conditions.

Now look at you,

surrounded by opulence

rivaling families
of proper heritage.

Trinkets merely,

not nearly so valuable
as your friendship.

You have many
new friends of late.

You and Licinia seem
quite at ease with one another.

Gratitude for
the introduction.

Would you care
for some wine or?

Wine will not
still my thoughts.

I prattle on
with pleasantries, but...

I cannot pretend indifference
to what you revealed about Licinia.

I revealed nothing.
You jumped to conclusions.

And landed
on proper footing.

Ever since,

I can think of nothing else.

With respect,

Licinia's passions
are her own concern.

My mind falls not
to Licinia.

It is filled
with baser thoughts...

the vision of brutish hands

being laid upon me

in a manner quite lacking

in my husband's touch.

I should not speak
of such things.

I dishonor myself.

Your desires
should not shame you.

You are a woman.

Our needs are vast.

- I must put my mind from it.
- To the purpose of distraction?

Preferred to discovery.

Such a thing
would ruin my husband

and taint my father's name.

Such concerns are voiced
by all those

who sample our wares.

Can you name any,
save Licinia?

I have heard of none.

No.

You have not.

Shall I make
the arrangements?

Yes.

You will not be disappointed.

May I suggest Varro?

Varro?

No, far too common.

The man must equal the risk...

a fact well known

by your own desires,

ones that I admittedly share.

(screams)

Domina.

Get out, you filthy slave!

My ears suggest a tempest,

but my eyes reveal
a wife gone fucking mad.

Yes, well, look to Ilithyia
as the cause.

What new slights have prompted
this costly eruption?

Her cunt overflows

at the thought of Licinia
bedding a gladiator.

She demands
equal treatment,

so she set her lust
on Crixus.

And her choice
drives you into a rage?

It's not her choice,

it is her manner
that offends.

Honey drips
from her tongue

to conceal the bite of piss
that she showers upon us.

The acrid taste
is well familiar,

but we must learn to swallow it
along with our pride

until we have secured
her husband's patronage.

What need have we
of Glaber?

Licinia delivers us
Marcus Crassus.

Crassus's wealth
is undeniable,

yet he but holds
the rank of senator.

Glaber outweighs
with that of legatus.

The favor
of both coin and title

would speed
our ambitions.

To rise,

you would have me kneel.

One day soon

we will give Ilithyia
a lesson in manners.

But for now necessity dictates
we give her Crixus.

Make the arrangements.

Fucking Gaul.

Turn your thoughts.
I'll have at him soon enough.

Spartacus:
You wish your brother dead?

Who speaks such a thing?

Your actions.

I only wish to protect him.

And who will do so
in the arena,

where every man
must stand alone?

You do him no favors.

You lie!

Varro! Varro! Hey.

Tell him you lie.

I did what you
paid me to do.

I sought out his wife,
but she was not there.

- The boy?
- I found no one.

But there were traces
of blood on the floor and...

Spartacus:
Varro, regain your senses.

Calm yourself.

Men:
Varro, kill him, kill him!

- Kill him.
- Come on.

Guards.

(panting)

They will not break.
I have tried.

Speak to Batiatus.

- Towards what purpose?
- You have his ear.

If he would let me leave these walls
for but a day or two...

- He would not allow it.
- You will not even make attempt?

You are fortunate
only to be chained.

To petition Dominus
with such insanity

would only provoke
further punishment.

How would that
help your cause?

My cause is lost.

Ashur found only blood,
no bodies,

which means your wife and child
may yet be living.

The gods punish me
for failing them.

The gods rarely take note
of fools.

Now pull head from ass
and use it for once.

Where would your wife and boy flee
if set upon?

Think.

Naevia.

The hour is late.

You should be in your cell.

I could not sleep.

My mind is full of thoughts
of the arena.

Embrace the sands of time.

As they flow,
I harbor no doubt

you will again be
a champion.

Capua already has
its champion.

Spartacus bears the title,

but I look towards a man of honor
to regain it.

(gasps)

If you value your life,

never awaken a gladiator.

Please.

Domina sent me.

Return the way you came.

Why do you refuse me?

Am I not pleasing?

I have no desire
to lie with a woman

who has been commanded
to do so.

And what do you think will happen
if I fail such a command?

Stay then.

On the floor.

Is there nothing I can do
for the champion of Capua?

There is one desire

I would have serviced,

if you are able.

Spartacus breathes fire
this morning.

I wonder the cause.

Mira,

how did your evening pass
with our champion?

He made many demands of me.

Many demands, eh?

Our Thracian
is ready to stud.

I shall make arrangements
for this very night.

When the sun rises,
we will have road to Marcus Crassus.

What of Ilithyia
and her desire for Crixus?

I've already set plans
in motion.

(roars)

(laughs)

The pup bares his teeth.

Sleep did not come?

Nor is it deserved.

Embrace dreams
when the sun falls.

- I have news.
- Aurelia?

Not yet.

But I have dispatched Mira,
one of the house slaves,

to look for her and your son.

How did you manage
such a thing?

She was sent by Domina

to prepare me
for certain...

duties required
of a champion.

(laughs)

So the gods
throw women at you now.

Agh! Agh! Fuck.

Your form returns.

Pair with Hamilcar.

It appears
Duro has lost his brother.

Better that than his head.

It's done?

The whore Desponia
fucks no more.

Nor the man inside her
when I slit her throat.

It was not Solonius.

Whew.

Whose face do I look upon?

Kastor,

one of Solonius's men.

Send it to Solonius.

Let him savor the relief
of escaping death

for the moment.

You will be bedding
a proper Roman woman,

one far above
your station.

Heed my words
that you not offend her.

Yes, Domina.

Speak not a word,
nor make a sound,

save one of pleasure.

Follow her lead.

Anticipate her desires
and then fulfill them vigorously.

Yes, Domina.

In the arena
you are champion of Capua,

but tonight
you are a common slave,

to do as commanded.

Are we clear?

We are clear, Domina.

They will prepare you
for the festivities.

Wait until summoned.

Fetch the best wine.

I want our guest well plied
when she arrives.

Domina.

Where were you last night?

I waited almost to the point
of detection.

I could not break away.
I was tending to Domina.

Domina

or maybe that guard
I saw you with today?

You are mistaken.

I am not blind.

You were touching his arm
and laughing.

And the way
he gazed at you...

If you are not blind,
then you would surely see

that Hector gazes at all women
in the same fashion.

I give no shit
about other women.

You shame me.

You shame yourself

with thoughts
of imaginary slights.

I know what I saw.

No, you do not.

Nor did Hector.

His key.

The purpose
of my smile and touch...

the only one he received.

I have but a moment
before I must return

with Domina's wine.

Use it to apologize
for ever thinking...

You are my heart.

I will never doubt
the beating of it again.

(moaning)

(woman moans loudly)

Oh, apologies, Licinia.

We appear to have arrived before
Ilithyia's finished with Spartacus.

No!

(screaming)

Guards.

Oh,

would this not set every tongue
in Rome wagging?

(Licinia laughing)

The wife of
Legatus Claudius Glaber

fucking Spartacus,

the man that nearly
ruined him.

It is a scandal,
is it not?

The most splendid
I have ever heard.

(laughing)

Stop laughing.

Stop laughing!

Ilithyia.

What were you thinking?

She slights me
at every turn.

I wished only
to teach her a lesson.

By pairing her
with Spartacus?

If my husband
will not defend my honor,

- I am forced to do it myself.
- Honor?

Is that why the cousin
of Marcus Crassus

lays dead
in our fucking house?

It was not my intent.

Your intent
matters for nothing.

Oh fuck!

We are undone.

No. Licinia came alone.

She told no one
of her purpose.

- No one?
- Not even her slaves.

There is nothing to connect her
with the House of Batiatus

once the body
is disposed of.

What of Ilithyia?

Oh, I'll take care of her.

Apologies.

It was an unfortunate mistake,
coupling you with Glaber's wife.

Know that it was not my intent,
nor of my knowledge.

It is I that owes apology.

For a moment my hands
were not my own,

but those of a man
who no longer exists.

Let us not speak
of this night again.

Spartacus,

your loyalty...

it honors this ludus.

I did not mean...

No.

Of course you didn't.

The way she laughed at me...

You said I was to lie
with Crixus.

Why did you give me
Spartacus?

Why would you do
such a thing?

You ask what you already
know answer to.

Shh.

My husband will see me
dead for this.

You have killed me.

No.

I have brought us closer.

No one will ever know
what happened here tonight.

Licinia's body
will never be found.

You're protected.

No.

They will know.

They will see the deed
in my eyes.

Then you'll stay here
with me

until your eyes are clear.

We've had our differences,
however veiled,

but I've come to see
what a valuable friend you are.

This will be our little secret.

(theme music playing)