All language subtitles for Spartacus Gods Of The Arena E04_Subtitles01_Unnamed.ENG

Keep in line.

Chase me.

This way.

A net and trident?

The man appears more common fisherman
than gladiator.

The style is called Retiarius,

carried from the outer regions.

They should carry it back.
I favour the Murmillo.

The crowd is of the opposite opinion.

Soon there will be a Retiarius
in the sands in every game.

And the ludus absent,
tragically lacking.

Very well.

Yet place net and trident
in hands of one of our lesser men.

Did I not tell you? Listen to them.

A spectacle to be sure.

All the more thrilling
if viewed from the pulvinus.

Invitation was extended.

And refused?

The pulvinus is too far removed.

I would witness the games here,
among the people.

With son beside me.

Your hour is upon you.

A fine blade.

To be wielded with deadly purpose.

Reform my words,
in manner Dagan understands.

You bear the Mark of the Brotherhood.

An honour you have not earned.

Your true test awaits you.

Live, and count yourself among us.

Die, and prove yourselves
as unworthy as I suspect.

Dagan says he will honour the House
of Batiatus with gifts of blood.

As will the mighty Ashur.

And do not die too quickly.

Go on, Ashur!

Go on!

Yes!

Come on!

Fucking yes!

Hasdrubal falls!

As all men who face Ashur!

The man assumes credit
owed his betters.

He is but swollen by the moment.

Perhaps he will turn
greater performance next time.

You speak of what may never pass.

Now the lesser matches have passed,

let us see something of note.

Vettius, make presentation.

I give the good people of Capua
this day my latest acquisition!

Certain to inflame passion!

And ignite fear
in all who oppose him!

From the darkest lands
east of the Rhine,

behold Caburus!

Murmillo!

The crowd favours Vettius' offering.

They greet Gannicus
with louder voice,

yet he stands removed from the games.

Enter Drappes!

Thraex!

Crixus shows promise,
yet again the same fate.

Our men see victory,
only to be awarded exclusion.

The fruits reaped,

when you offend a man
beyond our station.

Begin!

I but stood ground to protect
our house as any lanista would.

Yet ambition beyond the title
clouds yourjudgement.

We must be humble if I am to repair
relations with Tullius,

and see all our men
returned to the sands.

Quickly, I pray.
If we are to place our men

in the opening games
of the new arena.

Reaching for such heights is
what sent you tumbling from favour.

Strike it from your thoughts,

and place mind and effort
towards more reasonable pursuits.

Perhaps the procuring of a man
as worthy as Caburus.

Fleeting opportunity
to enjoy the old arena,

and yet we're swept aside.

Absent even casual regard.

I consider it a blessing

to be so reprieved
from condemning presence.

The manner Titus glares,

it is a shock
we do not burst into flame.

He is but an old man
set upon his ways.

He is a Gorgon with a cock,
turning all around him to stone.

Titus does not fare well
in the dust and the heat.

His health will prompt return
to the coast of Sicilia very soon.

Until such glorious event,

I would fade
from beneath his oppressive roof.

You would leave me?

You are with husband.

A man who would never see you harmed
by whim or circumstance.

I stand alone,

severed from such protection.

A perilous condition
that must be attended.

You are never alone
while I draw breath.

Words of much comfort.

Though a husband
with heavy purse would be more so.

Then we must find one
suitable to cause.

A possibility presents itself
in most pleasing form.

- You know the man?
-I have seen him about in Rome.

Absent encumbrance of a wife.

Oh, how fortunate that
we should come upon him

at this time and place.

In desperate times, fortune must
give way to more assertive hands.

Petronius?

Would the gods have me so blessed?

Gaia. We were introduced
at one of Varis' affairs.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, of course.
Apologies.

None required.

Seeing you so unexpected
has lifted questionable spirits.

- Lucretia can attest...
-You're Lucretia?

Wife to the lanista Batiatus?

I do call him husband, yes.

I have heard your house spoken of.

And the pleasures contained within.

Barca has lost form
since Auctus fell.

His cock will find another hole
to fuck.

We return anointed
in the blood of our enemies!

Hasdrubal and Kleitos met their end!

The first of many to fall
beneath our swords in the arena!

See yourselves to the baths.

Gannicus.

Pair with Rhaskos.

To what end?

If I am not to fight in the arena,
I will remain here in the shade.

Doctore.

Send the man up.

I would have words.

Magnetius.

One of the finest champions
this house has ever forged.

He stood a titan.

As all my champions.

The culmination of years of training.

Dedication.

Sacrifice.

You would hold yourself their equal?

In the arena, I am every man's equal.

A champion is more
than his victories upon the sands.

He is the sum of his actions.

Every decision, no matter how small,
speaks to the man.

And the balance of his heart.

And in his breast
beats the heart of a lion.

And what does it beat for?

The House of Batiatus.

Return him to the ludus.

You see?

Man fights
for the honour of this house,

as all your champions
have in the past.

Gannicus speaks
but words he knows I seek to hear.

He is no champion of my house.

I stand before Petronius
with obvious charms,

and all he can do is prattle
about the House of Batiatus.

I fear I've lost delicate touch.

Your touch is many things,
"delicate" not among them.

You are of a mood.

If word of what we have offered
has spread to Petronius,

how long
before it lights on Titus' ear?

Perhaps it should.

The shock would no doubt
end the old goat.

You jest, while all around us
threatens to fucking crumble.

The only threat is of you and Quintus
becoming favoured among the elite.

As a whore is favoured
by the man atop her.

It is not as if all of Rome knows.

Only the most privileged tongues

whisper of the delights
offered within these walls.

Delights Petronius and his friends
long to witness for themselves.

To even consider it is beyond reason.

If Titus were to...

What joys does my father prevent now?

None of note.

We came across Petronius
in the market.

You are familiar with the name?

As any man with their mind towards
business, and the procuring of it.

He is familiar with yours as well.

And spoke with great interest

of sampling
of your more exotic offerings,

with acquaintances of equal position.

And how did good Petronius
come to hear of such things?

Varis and Cossutius.

Their tongues are looser
than their cocks.

Petronius departs for Rome
the day after next.

Decision must be given quick birth,
or see opportunity aborted.

With the support of Petronius,
we may yet find position

in the opening games
of the new arena.

- Quintus, your father...
-Make the arrangements.

I'll attend to my father.

Melitta.

A word.

I have none to give.

It is a matter of some importance.

A moment.

You avoid my gaze.

As you should mine.

Lest suspicions be aroused.

Should they not also be aroused,

if two friends
are no longer seen to speak?

- What happened between us...
-Was not of our choosing.

We must turn it from thought,
and never give it voice.

My tongue, it bends to such warning.

Yet the thought of you,
it proves troublesome.

The memory will fade with time
as do all things born of misfortune.

We were as brothers once,

but no more.

The men no longer accept me
as a gladiator.

And do not yet give respect
as Doctore.

Even Gannicus
refuses to heed my instruction.

Gannicus heeds nothing
but his own desires,

beyond all reason.

You must teach him
that you alone are in command.

And by firm hand, erase all doubts.

Show them all the man
that I have given my heart to.

Gnaeus!

Your mastery of the sword
falls to question.

The net and trident
are your weapons now.

A fucking net, Oenomaus?

You will do as commanded,
absent complaint.

Or see flesh stripped from bone.

Yes, Doctore.

Return to training!

You speak as Jupiter,
hurling bolts from the heavens.

Raised there
by words and touch of loving wife.

Now pair with Barca.

And remain far from the shade.

Barca!

Bring fucking spear to purpose.

Again!

Your man shows fire today.

Ignited by your words, I am sure.

- Honeyed wine. Quickly.
-I'm fine.

Sound and pallor
threaten disagreement.

You are too long
from the salt air of the coast.

And shall remain
from Sicilia longer still.

Do not waste breath on the matter.

I would not see you so far removed.

But a day or more
by the waters of Neapolis?

Yes, to revive colour.

My concern lies only with this ludus,

and seeing it to former glories.

Well, then,
let our journey serve dual cause.

We can review
the latest shipment of slaves,

with mind towards procuring
a champion favoured by us both.

Someone to rival Vettius' new man.

Drink.

You conspire against an old man.

To your advantage.

Make preparation.

We leave for Neapolis.

See to my father.

He is attended to as promised.

Have Gaia send word to Petronius.
You entertain tonight.

If he and his circle overreach?

The appetites of men
are not easily set aside

by the words of a woman.

We'll send message to Solonius.

He can stand in my place,
speak for the house if so needed.

- Quintus.
-The risk outweighs concern.

See to Petronius and his guests.
And with their satisfaction,

our position
in the opening games secured.

Snare any fish today
in your little net?

Reward for victory in the arena.

Continue and see more weigh palm.

Dagan questions
receiving the greater sum.

We stood equally upon the sands.

Tell him he receives twice the coin
because you are half the man.

I am a gladiator, as he is.

If we did not need you
to exchange our words for his,

you would never have been
given chance to take up sword.

Bread. For your pets.

Doiros was the brother
I held closest to me.

He was a fierce warrior,
as was my father and all before us.

I watched as they all fell
beneath the spears of the Arverni.

My hand yet too small
to pick up sword.

I was forced to serve.

To bow and scrape.

First of all,
to the shits who took my family.

And then to the Romans
they sold me to.

Not a day passes where
I do not dream of honouring the dead,

in blood and victory.

Auctus is the first life
I've ever taken in battle.

He will not be forgotten.

They were Auctus' pets.

I never favoured them.

Now they're all that's left.

- Stand up straight.
-Hurry up!

What of this one?

See how his form is carved,

with each muscle
building on to the next?

A worthy addition to any ludus.

A fine offering, is he not?

I would not waste coin.

The man favours his left,
revealing injury to the leg.

Unsuitable for men of discerning eye.

Let us turn to something
of rarer quality.

I have a Thracian of the Maedi tribe,

the likes of which you have...

Thracians are too difficult
to control

and aggravate
the Gauls beyond reason.

My son speaks truth.

You offer us piss and claim it wine.

You will find none better
in Neapolis.

I but hope your city's drink
holds higher standard.

Come, let us seek libation
to wash taste of shit from mouth.

Diona.

- It does not hurt.
-Wait.

We haven't spoken or laughed
as we usually do...

I have no time for childish things.

Domina wishes me bathed for tonight.

Take this to Oenomaus.

These men are to be brought to
the villa properly oiled and scented.

Yes, Domina.

There is much
I will need attended to tonight.

I would have you by my side,

not be dislodged by any request.

Gratitude.

There is one thing

that I would ask you in return.

It's well known that your husband's
allegiance lies with Titus.

Sway him to keep what we do here
confined to shadow.

Or I fear that other secrets
will find their way into the light.

Am I understood?

Yes, Domina.

See it done.

Venus blushes in her garden,
shamed by such beauty.

Would that she stood in my place,
and I amongst the roots and leaves.

These hands were not meant
for common earth.

They have held me close
as dearest friend.

As sister.

Tonight mine shall return favour,

and aid yours in seizing position
so richly deserved.

Solonius arrives.

Let us greet him,

and forge memory of a night
not soon forgotten.

The man is no Gannicus,

yet he surpasses in enthusiasm.

They are well received.

As are all things
born of base desire.

Apologies.

We ask too much of you in this,

but your presence
is of great comfort.

The situation forces us all
to actions

otherwise never considered.

The blame lies in the Fates,

absolving weighted heart.

See this to the pantry.

And remain there until
I call upon you, after all have left.

We dishonour this house.

We but do as commanded.

The cause does not alter result.

No. Yet we must move beyond it,
or be driven to madness.

The man fucks as a bull,

horns to purpose.

Gratitude for gracing
the House of Batiatus

with esteemed presence.

One which my husband
regrets he cannot share,

due to pressing business.

I had not noticed his absence.

What you have seen
is but a taste of the pleasures

afforded you beneath humble roof.

Our gladiators,

our slaves,

everything within these walls,

I place at the whims of your desire.

For a single night,
you are the masters of this house.

An enticing offer.

One I would see to full advantage.

Tullius.

I have never cared for surprises.

And you have provided many
in your day.

Your disappointment
has often been given a voice.

A loud and clear one.

Disappointment can only exist
upon expectation.

You proved from tender age

that you would listen
to no one's counsel save your own.

When did I ever turn
from iron advice?

A desire to gain military experience
raised your objection.

I turned from it.

You commanded that I run the ludus
in your absence.

I obeyed, abandoning my own desires,
long since forgotten.

When has son ever denied the father?

When he married a woman beneath him.

You were wrong about her,
as you have been of many things.

An old man's mistakes
swell in the breast,

as remaining days shrink.

You will outlive us all.
You are too stubborn to die.

Do you think me a fool, Quintus?

There are many words
I would use towards your description.

-"Fool" lives not amongst them.
-No, it's not.

You knew those slaves were shit
before we ever set foot to path.

The purchase of men
was not the reason

you parted me from the ludus, was it?

You wish to find common ground,

far from the site
of former disagreements.

My deception meant
only to strengthen the bond

between father and son.

This surprise is one most welcome.

And long overdue.

Yet we did not need to travel
so far from comfort.

I would return home,

and continue in warmer surroundings.

- What, now?
-Yeah.

Should we not wait
until the break of day?

A few hours upon the road,
and our own beds to fall to. Come.

Let us put this wretched city
behind us,

and embrace closer future.

How does that man find himself here?

Petronius, or perhaps loose tongue
of his confederates.

His presence changes nothing.

It upends the fucking earth.

I will break words, and gauge intent.

To stand with a smile
in our fucking house

after the injury put to my husband.

Force him from thought,

or see effort and risk
fall short of reward.

Petronius and his guests
stand erect with expectation.

Let us see them to climax.

Bring them in.

Good Tullius.

Seeing you here comes a surprise.

Surely not to you.

I warned you of Batiatus'
manoeuvrings not as invitation,

but in hopes
you would prevent such foolishness.

And the retribution

to valued friend that it would bring.

You warned me to grow favour.

Continue speaking and see it wither.

You have shared drink, food,

distractions of the eye and ear.

Yet these are common things,

enjoyed by men bound
by accusing morality of their deeds.

I would see you freed
from such human constraints.

Touch these to flesh.

Sever all ties from the mortal world.

And rise as gods
in the House of Batiatus.

Jupiter!

Never in our dealings, Tullius,
have I been so elevated.

This house truly is a marvel.

If I am to assume
the mantle of a god,

I would first prove myself
against one.

You would challenge Gannicus?

A harmless exhibition.

To measure humble skill
against vaunted prowess.

I would pause in my desires
to witness such a thing.

Gather the practice swords.

Wood?

The clash of steel rings through
the halls of Olympus, does it not?

Give them your swords.

Let us clear space, and have contest!

See grin removed.

You are to indulge him,
allow a show of blood,

but level no insult nor injury
in return.

Such action would bear
unfortunate consequence.

I am to lose?

And win your life.

Come!

Let us see if I recall what I learned
years ago in service to the Republic.

It begins to return to me!

Come on. Come on.

I stand unscathed.

Perhaps you are not the champion
I believe.

This goes too far.

Tullius!

The man gives the missio.

The match is yours.

God of the arena.

Saved by a woman.

See him to the Medicus.

An excellent diversion!

Gratitude for allowing it!

I have delayed proceedings
past reason.

Come, let us explore
what other pleasures

may be mined
from the House of Batiatus.

That fucking animal.
To turn simple exhibition to blood.

I could have ended the man
in half a breath.

Yet you allowed him
to nearly kill you?

I was ordered not to raise hand.

Other commands
have been more pleasurable.

Are you never serious?

On occasion.

I should return to the villa.

You should.

Why are you doing this?

Because to not would be a lie,

much deeper than the one
we tell Oenomaus.

I did not want this.

I love that man like a brother.

Yet what I feel for you...

Tell me it does not stir
in your breast as well.

What I feel means nothing.

It holds the world.

What would you do
if you were my husband,

and you learned of such a thing?

I would kill us both.

You are an imposing brute.

Tell me, giant.

Where do your tastes lie?

Toward cock, or cunt?

Apologies,
he does not grasp your language.

Are you able to form words
so that he may?

I serve but to do so.

I do not care for struggle
nor complaint.

Will you submit to all I ask for?

He is agreeable.

Come then.
I will have your ass quickly.

He tells me he hopes
you are not of a gentle nature.

Brutes such as this
crave rough hands,

and cock their equal.

Then he shall be well satisfied.
Come.

He does not drink. He does not fuck.
Why does he remain?

The man is a mystery.

One I would have forever solved.

You could gauge nothing
of his intent?

He fears
your husband attempts manoeuvre.

I believe his presence
is meant only to rattle nerves.

Tullius will give voice of this
until the din reaches Titus' ears.

Then we must
keep his tongue occupied.

Oh, you believe your charms
will sway him?

You know nothing of women, Solonius.

And even less of their charms.

I would not ask you to do this.

That is why I offer.

The only reason?

The man proves troublesome thorn.

Who better to remove it
than trusted friend?

- Gaia.
-Keep thoughts

towards elevating this house.

I will see to Tullius,

and in the act,
secure elevation of my own.

To the benefit of all.

The woman thinks highly of herself.

An estimation deeply shared.

You've become a difficult man
to gain private audience with.

It was not always so.

Much has changed since our youth.

Not everything, I hope.

I remember a time when it was you

who was impossible to trap alone.

Every man in Capua was at your feet.

Now I would have but one.

Standing beside me.

I was saddened to hear
of your husband's passing.

Were you?

Only with thoughts toward you.

Once again
with no family to speak of.

No one to care for you.

It is a difficult thing

to find a man of my standing.

I always favoured this colour.

I know.

The gods smile upon me,

having had word
of this night reach my ears.

The fortune is mine.

Yet I would have word of it
travel no further.

You petition this for yourself?

Or for the House of Batiatus?

Lucretia is as a sister to me.

I would not see her injured
by wagging tongue.

You ask much.

I offer more.

I swear never to speak
of what has happened this night.

If you will deliver message
to your friend

and her husband.

One they will take to heart,

coming from you.

Words have not inflated beyond truth.

The offerings
of the House of Batiatus

are truly to be admired.

Well, even more so upon the sands.

Imagine the excitement
our wares would cause

if included in the opening
celebration of the new arena.

Capua would be blessed
by such appearance.

I will send word to your husband
to discuss the matter.

I thought this night would never end.

It concludes with this house
soaring to the heavens

upon your wings.

A feat aided by your presence.

The evening would have gone as well
had I never known.

Perhaps more so.

The hour is late.

Take to your bed,
and carry with you my gratitude.

I would linger
until all guests have departed.

Gaia is a woman of great appetite.

Dawn will threaten
before she's had her fill.

Lucretia?

This house is pale shadow,
absent your light

See everything
restored to proper place.

Nothing must be suspected.

Yes, Domina.

I know you feel it's a betrayal.

But there are times
when truth is more hurtful.

Titus must never know.

Domina.

Apollo.

God of the sun.

And truth.

Something often obscured
by the masks we wear.

Your guests have abandoned you.

I thought the toad Solonius
would at least remain.

The hour is late.

He believed you occupied
for the night.

They say Apollo brings warmth
and prosperity

to those who would pray to him.

Those who understand their place.

On their knees.

- Tullius.
-You know I often dreamt

of Gaia's touch
when I was a younger man.

The taste of her lips.

Now they form words in my ear,
asking favour for this house.

Placing me in difficult position.

Gaia's affections for this house
are genuine.

As are her feelings for you.

Returned in kind.

She holds my reply.

Go to her, and see it delivered.

Gaia?

Gaia.

Have you lost mind?

Again attempting
to manoeuvre around Tullius?

I only sought
to elevate our position.

By plunging the good name
of this house into muck and shit!

What would you have me do?

Bow and scrape
to that fucking lunatic?

He is above our station!

I gave warning
not to provoke the man.

You ignore it,
and here are the results.

A Roman citizen. Dead in my house.

By the hands
of the very man you defend.

You help set this in motion,

and now claim innocence
in the outcome?

I claim vengeance.

His life for hers.

Blood and brains
on the fucking floor.

- Reward well deserved.
-No.

There will be no retribution.

I will see him dead.

You will do as fucking commanded!

And what of Gaia?

She partook of too much wine,

as she was often known to do.

In the night, she lost footing

and fell to her death
at the bottom of the cliff.

Do not look to him!

I am the Dominus
of this fucking house!

See it done.

Quintus.

So this is why
you spirited me to Neapolis.

Not to find common ground,
but to bury your father.

That was not my intent.

You knew nothing of this?
It was all that woman's doing?

The two of you feed off each other,

fattening yourselves with lies.

Well, I would see
the feast at an end.

What is your meaning?

You know my fucking meaning.

That ill-bred woman has brought
this family nothing but shame.

She is my wife!

Because I foolishly allowed it.

I wanted you to have
something of your own.

Something that held meaning to you,
even if no one else saw it.

Yet what has she given you?

No dowry to speak of.

No name to elevate status.

And no heir
to carry the name Batiatus.

Every choice you make
shapes your fate, Quintus.

I cannot change missteps of the past,
but I will see you on proper path.

And Lucretia must be swept from it.

You would dissolve my marriage?

No. You will make that choice
for yourself.

Or be gone from this house with her.

Wait.