All language subtitles for Spartacus Vengeance S02 E02

That is no boy, but fucking demon,

belched from the cunt
of the underworld.

Your presence in the Pits comes
as welcome surprise.

When word that Titus Batiatus
graced us with his presence...

Where did you find him?

He's from a pack of Numidians
purchased from Maalok.

The others fell within the week.

This one proves too dim
to sniff out their trail.

Has he any training?

Training? A rabid dog
would be a more agreeable pupil.

Barely answers to the name given him.

All men can be tamed.

No matter how wild.

One must only find an ember of
purpose and give it breath.

I give no shit to embers.
Coin warms my breast.

And the price to see you so inflamed?

Ten denarii and the boy is yours.

To train, to fuck,

whatever you would have of him.

- Eight.
- Eight?

You appear as honourable man,
yet attempt to slip cock in ass.

If I held such desire,

you would be split in two.

I give you this bargain
only to entice further purchases.

Rise.
Greet your new master, Oenomaus.

It is time.

Filthy animals.

Living in offal and shit
beneath the city.

If we'd known they were there,

we would be riding towards Rome
with news of Spartacus' death.

Now they could be anywhere.

He would have left the city
to rougher terrain.

It will be no simple task
to sweep such an area.

More men would spur to purpose.

Attempts to raise soldiers
have borne shrivelled fruit.

It is the fault of Seppius.

He's secured every man
familiar with sword as his own.

Then perhaps it's time
we called in his support.

He is Varinius' man.

Not worthy of such invitation.

And yet his men prove a necessity.

If we had them in the market place,

Spartacus would never have
found himself so close to you.

The gods conspire against you.

Return to your quarters.

They demand proper offering.

One of blood and sacrifice.

You speak of ritual?

To restore this house.

And to force our enemies
to their knees.

See yourself to market

to gather what you require
when sun greets day.

We shall confer with Seppius.

I'll make arrangement.

You believe
the gods will heed your prayer?

If my cause is just.

Then entreat them

to divine where Spartacus has gone
to ground.

Before the villain robs another Roman
of his life.

Tiberius, I would finish.

Place cock in ass.

My robes! Quickly!

Strike fear and quiet concern.

Our quarrel is not with you.

It's with those that would
place themselves your master.

Title that bears no meaning to us.

Nor to you now,
should you wish it so.

You are presented choice,
as we once were.

To submit forever to Roman cruelty

or to take up arms
and to join us in freedom.

And who are you,
to present such fucking offer?

I am Spartacus.

Still your fucking tongues!

Are you the Dominus of this house?

I am.

Then we should have words.

What is it you seek?

Give desire voice
and see it satisfied!

You are a man of fucking influence?

Yes.

Yes!

I have the ear of the Magistrate!

I can deliver message.

It is message sent to you,
which I have interest in.

You were friends with Batiatus,
were you not?

Were you not?

I knew him only in passing.

He was filled with mad dreams.

Of rising in prominence of office.

Yet he needed support.

To gain it he sent a gift.

From villa to villa, in this region.

A woman.

- A woman.
- You know of her?

If I do,

my life yet spared?

Speak while you
still have fucking tongue.

She was... She was here!

She was here!

You would break false word
to Jupiter himself,

just to see another dawn.

Dark of skin. Hair roughly shorn.

The mark of her Domina
upon the back of her shoulder.

Where is she?

I do not know!

She was put to cart after.

After?

How... How could I know
that she held meaning?

Did she not breathe?

Did her heart not beat
like any other woman's?

Yet you did not see a woman, did you?

You just saw something
to be used and discarded.

- Please...
- You just saw a fucking slave!

Your beauty stirs my cock.

A rise too slight for eyes to notice.

That one smells of shit.
From where does he hail?

From Gallia.

Gauls.

They fuck absent regard
of pleasing a woman.

A skill lacking in most men.

And what of Spartacus?
How does he stand?

Above the rest.

In all regard.

Apologies.
I did not know he was yours.

I do not claim him in such terms,
nor would he be so enslaved.

He offers you protection
in return for affections.

We have no such arrangement.

Is it love then?

Of course. The hope of love to come.

A danger in its own right.

I need an accounting
of all food and supplies.

Find Vitus and see it done.

We suffered no casualties.

Though, Liscus and Acer
took minor wounds.

The Gauls grow careless.

How many weapons were secured?

Enough to see
a dozen more men well armed.

And we will put them to use.

In the next villa that we take.

The Dominus?

He recalled a slave.

Marked the same as Naevia.

Where was she taken?

She was put to cart.

To be passed
to the next fucking Dominus.

Crixus.

We will find her, brother.

And see everyone that has kept her
from your arms to the afterlife.

Cock rages on! My cock rages on!

I will see to my men.

And Rhaskos' cock to cover.

Crixus!

Get down.

He is given crumbs.

Yet you present his fucking meal.

His heart aches for nourishment.

I would have it well fed.

Even if Naevia lives, she will not be
the woman he holds to memory.

If we are to stand
against Glaber and the Romans,

we must liberate fighting men.

Not waste effort on dwindling hope
and worthless house slaves.

Every man has his worth.

A lesson the Romans will soon learn.

The bonds of slavery
have been struck.

Never again will you feel them
tighten around your neck,

robbing you of breath and life.

See your own, join your brothers

and take up just cause.

We will see the Romans bleed
for taking us as dogs,

to be yanked
by the leash of their command.

Tychos. Sophus.

Weapons.

Now.

Who would have blood?

This place.

The very air clings to the flesh,
tainting it.

Close eyes, Domina,
and replace thought.

Ilithyia.

Gaius.

You give heart cause to flutter.

The water ripples in evidence.

The result of your child.

And firm kick upon swollen belly.

Such aggression prophesies a boy.

Would I give you any less?

You have given much of late.

Your sacrifice
has not gone unnoticed.

Yet there is more that I would ask.

You need but command it.

Escort Lucretia to market at dawn.

She intends ceremony to cleanse
this house, to deliver my enemies.

The gods would rather piss on Rome
than whisper in her ear.

People of this city
believe her prophet.

She is not to be trusted.

It was not long ago
you named her friend.

A mistake dearly paid for.

A sum costing us both.

You truly believe her blessed?

Spartacus must fall,
if we are to be returned to Rome.

And I am willing to believe whatever
revelations tumble from her lips,

if they shall hasten such a day.

Now.

See yourself dried by loving hands

and to our bed.

To have a proper bed once more.

It's been a lifetime.

I have never known such a thing.

Then it is much deserved.

Spartacus.

What we share,

what meaning does it hold for you?

What answer would you have?

One spoken from the heart.

I have feasted so long
on pain and sorrow.

It is difficult
to recall sweeter taste.

Except when you are in my arms.

Then let me never be from them.

Spartacus!

You've already killed me once.
Do not hesitate to revisit the deed.

He did nothing but offer freedom.
And this is how you repay?

It was not his to grant!

I was body slave to the Dominus!
I had position and respect!

You were a slave.

Everything you possessed
a mere fleeting illusion.

Do you but take my master's place?

And what would your master do now,
if he stood so assaulted?

He would see me dead.

Yes. He would.

You yet wish to train this fuck?

The boy deserves opportunity.

He was given such a thing,

and made attempt on your life
in response.

Gods save me, I find myself
in agreement with a Gaul.

He has known nothing but slavery.

The strength of such a tether
not easily severed.

Perhaps never to be so.

And if we take his life?

What message will that send
to those who wish to join our cause?

- That they'd best be agreeable.
- We're Romans, then?

Commanding through fear
and threat of death?

If he makes attempt again,

I will make sure he joins
his fucking Dominus.

And how do you propose
we train this wild little dog?

As Batiatus had Doctore train me.

And that turned out so well.

Liberius draws Plumbatae!

Addonexus selects Vinculum!

Release him.

Broken.

A minor injury.

Meant only to instruct.

I stand in victory in my match.

Yet Doctore provides
only lash and rod as reward.

You believe you deserve otherwise?

This is a house of champions,
Oenomaus.

It does not submit to you.

You submit to it.

Yes, Dominus.

One must learn to kneel,
if he is ever to rise.

A necessary lesson,

if you are to one day join the
champions of the House of Batiatus.

How is such a thing possible?

The answer lies within your breast.

You fight with the strength of men
beyond your meagre years,

yet lack the discipline
to see it properly harnessed.

Quintus. Two cups of mulsum.

Tell me what I must do.

The most difficult of tasks.

You must discover your purpose.

My Purpose?

That which you fight for.

I fight to stay alive.

As do we all.

But to grasp the heavens,
you must fight for something greater,

something beyond mere survival.

You are my Dominus.
I fight for whatever you decide.

No, no.

This is a decision each man,

whether slave or freeborn,
must forge himself.

It is yours alone.

To your purpose.

And the destiny it shall lead you to.

Addonexus!

Victor!

Just fucking barely.

Send another to face me.

And what of his opponent?

Send him as well.

You wish to leave this world?

I shall ferry you.

Addonexus thirsts for yet more blood.

And he shall have it.

First position!

Attack!

Keep your left arm up!

Attack!

Always watch the shoulder!

You carry shield as well as sword.

Not the man, the shoulder!

Again.

Attack!

Good.

You expose flank.

The ruin of many a great man.

I'm no fucking soldier!

Not yet.

First and second position.

Attack!

It's heavier than I imagined.

It will lighten in time.

And when it becomes as a feather?

What purpose do you think
it shall fly to?

One of your own choosing.

Now set foot to path,
and come at me again.

Attack!

Should have put the boy down.

A dog bites once,
he will bare fucking teeth again.

Pity.

Why do they stare?

How could they not?

When one blessed by the gods
moves among them.

The gods.

Yes.

You rarely spoke of them
in times past.

Now the divine is
held as confidant and council.

Much has changed.

Curious words.

From one who claims no memory
of the past.

Shadows of it begin to form
in the light of a new day.

What shape do they take?

One of secrets passed between us.

You confessed that you do not always
heed the commands of your father.

Or your husband.

You speak of my first visit
to your villa.

When we had yet to come
to truly know one another.

I so wished to please you.

You're the wife of the Legatus!

Such a gift.

You do not know what it means

to find you within the walls
of my house once again.

Filling it with life and promise.

To survive such barbarity,

you are truly touched by the gods.

Gratitude.

May the gods bless you.

May the gods bless you.

Ilithyia.

They seem rather taken with her.

Seppia.

A welcome sight.

Unless you intend tribute
to the Oracle of Batiatus as well.

I do not push about in throngs.

I find the odour of desperation
lingers upon garment.

We are of similar mind.

More so tethered
by blood and marriage.

My brother only just departed
to sit with your husband.

Men and their politics.

Let us leave them to it

and turn thought toward
more pressing subject.

What news of latest scandal
from Rome?

Husband and coming child have
drawn attention from such events.

I cannot believe you so removed!

You are acquainted
with positively everybody.

And yet desired by more than a few.

How I envy such attention!

And how I miss them.

Must all joy be so abandoned
when weighted with husband?

It must.

If a woman is of proper breeding.

How miserable.

Perhaps I should entreat the gods
to shield me from such dour fate.

May the gods bless you.

May the gods bless you.
May the gods bless you.

May the gods bless you.

May the gods bless you.

May the gods bless you.

Spartacus was one of yours,
was he not?

During your overly brief campaign
in Thrace?

Conscripted to the auxiliary.

An animal prone to disobedience
even then.

- A beast you brought to our shores.
- To die in the arena.

Yet he lives.

A pleasure
denied my noble cousin Sextus.

Many have suffered injury.

To be healed
by news of Spartacus' fall.

A venture I eagerly set hands to
months past.

Yes, word touched me in the Senate
of your efforts.

How many of your men
has he sent to the afterlife?

The man proves resourceful.

As he did when he set upon you
in the market square.

It is a pity my men were not present
to end the matter.

Spartacus stands a common foe,
as I said.

As my tribune cleaves
to the heart of it.

Spartacus is enemy to us both,
shared in offence and blood.

So let us sweep aside differences,

and in union see him forced to knee.

I would need to consult Varinius
towards such agreement.

Are they your men or his?

And who would lead combined effort?

You shall hold station of note,
second only to my command.

And promise that you shall be present
when Spartacus is put to grass.

The man takes habit
of slipping through your fingers.

What moves you
to certainty of victory?

Because the gods themselves will it.

They speak with you now, do they?

Through voice of former Domina
of this very house.

Lucretia?

They have blessed her, as they
blessed her the night they guided her

from death in the massacre.

Yet she is not alone in such fortune.

Did the gods not

guide your wife to safety as well?

Ilithyia took leave
before unfortunate turn.

And with her, a clutch of your men.

Soldiers that might have
tipped the balance

towards halting Spartacus
short of fucking slaughter.

You will tend your words
with more care in my presence, boy.

Come, let us take seat...

My words are carefully chosen.

For a man holding title
as favour to his wife's father.

You speak to me in such manner again,

and I will have your tongue.

Yet not my men.

My cock rages on
My cock rages on

I put you down
I give no shit

I piss on your grave
for the sport of it

And when I die
expect no less

Mind is gone

My cock rages on

You.

Slave, see myjug filled.

Rhaskos.

Fetch drink yourself.

Do not fucking drain jug
before turn, slave!

You offer privilege
before it is properly earned.

And you would have them
bow and scrape in service,

as they did before their Dominus?

No.

Yet neither would I have them
seen as equal.

They were not forged
to the Brotherhood, as we were.

They join our cause
of their own free will.

Such fire may yet prove more fierce.

Or be extinguished
by threatening storm.

I would move at first light.

There are yet more villas.

You press fortune.

Glaring so at the slayer
of Theokoles.

His victory but proving
even giants fall.

What name do you go by, little man?
So I may properly mourn your passing.

I am called Tiberius.

Tiberius?

You are far too dark
to have such a fair Roman name.

I am more Roman than Syrian.

There was a Syrian at our ludus.

A treacherous fuck,
if ever there breathed.

You had family there?

I only recall a brother.

I, too, had a brother.

No longer?

He was struck down by the Romans.

When you turned swords against them?

As you shall one day.

If you hold any fucking sense.

Look at me.

I would see that pretty face
as I burst.

You fucking animal!

Mira!

Go, or part with your cock!

If you were not Spartacus' bitch,
I would show you how to use that.

And my cock.

Apologies. I will see that Rhaskos...

I chose to lay with the fucking Gaul.

Why?

Not all of us have Spartacus to warm
our beds and see us to position.

You gain freedom,
only to be enslaved by that shit?

Freedom is not without cost.

I pay with the only coin I have.

As do you.

Perhaps we should stand further away.

For fear of errant bolt
from the heavens.

Such ritual may bring profit,
absent cost.

The goat came at no small expense.

The gods whisper
of deceit and treachery.

And give assurance that those
who would harbour secrets against you

shall be brought to light.

Accept our offering,

and bless us with your favour
against our enemies.

Is it wise

to allow such unsteady hands
to play with knives?

Hold tongue.

Your will, my hands.

Perhaps another goat?

When ritual is ended,
see blood cleansed

and Lucretia attended.

You are to fight Caratacus next.

A beast that has claimed many lives.

You believe he shall end mine?

In your condition?

If he does not, send one that will.

You have taken important step
towards rising above base animal.

It shames me I fought in that place,

absent thoughts of honour.

The Pits are for men

whose lives promise
nothing greater than an ugly end.

You are destined
for far grander fate.

The arena.

A place where legends are forged.

I fear for those
that dare take the sands against you.

I shall make their deaths memorable.

The gods will be pleased.

I do not fight for the gods.

I fight for you.
That is my purpose, my life.

To honour the House of Batiatus.

The honour is mine.

You.

Domina!

Men approach!

Torches! Arriving from the north!

- How many?
- Six. Maybe more.

Gather the men.

Wait. These may be
scouts from a larger force.

If a single rider was
to escape our grasp,

he could bring a far greater concern.

Then we shall grip tightly.

There is a better way.

One that will keep our movements
yet hidden from the Romans.

I would have words with your Dominus,
on orders of Seppius.

Apologies, business has
called him to Picentia.

Picentia?

I have never known him
to favour the city.

He does not.

He favours its whores.

You are his body slave, are you not?

- Tiberius.
- Tiberius.

Tell me,

why are you not
at your Dominus' side?

Because there's no one he trusts more
to see his villa attended

while his cock is satisfied.

You serve your master well.

Return to your charge.

Wait!

You have come a fair distance
from Capua.

Come, and I will give you something
to make effort worthwhile.

He betrays us.

Spartacus!

Why did you stop them from leaving?

He killed the man.

When he saw they would not win.

His eyes fell to my neck!
He saw the absence of my collar!

If I had not allowed him in,

he would have returned with more men!

You did well, Tiberius.

Nasir.

My brother called me Nasir.

Who disturbs peace at such an hour?

I come bearing a gift,

which shall set you upon path
to the fall of Spartacus.

The gods truly heed my prayers!

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