All language subtitles for Spartacus War of the Damned - 3x03 - Men Of Honor.480p HDTV.mRS.en

— We advance south on Spartacus

— and those who follow him in rebellion.

— Let our shadow fall upon them

— and every man, woman and child

— so touched by it, struck from this world.

— A bargain well struck.

— Call me Roman no more then.

— Those that join us are well armed.

— You move to take the fucking city.

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— You wanted me father?

— Find Spartacus and send word of his movement.

— But do not tempt engagement

— until I have arrived with proper force.

— The Aedile bars himself in the horreum,

— spilling pitch and threatens
to put light to bear.

— No!

— The city, is ours.

— ♪ — Spartacus: — War of the Damned 3x03 — ♪ —
Men of Honor
Original Air Date on February 8, 2013

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— Swords born from shackles.

— Your hands turn miracle, Attius.

— Then perhaps you would bless them

— with additional coin, in reward for such divinity.

— Knowing effort serves higher

— purpose is reward enough.

— You chew on fresh bargain, only to swallow stale shit.

— Suck cock, you long-haired woman.

— Ahh!

— Aid Gannicus,

— in delivery of latest offering to Crixus.

— Should you linger within our city,

— we shall discuss terms of future benefit.

— I do not lay trust in that little shit.

— You do not lay trust in anyone.

— You come with me!

— More so when they carry name of Rome.

— Ah, go! Silent cunt!

— Lugo.

— How fare our prisoners?

— They fucking shit themselves!

— A smell welcome to nose!

— See that they are fed.

— These prisoners? We take them where?

— I question thought of keeping them

— shackled throughout fucking streets.

— Is that all you question?

— We are at war, Spartacus.

— I would see our enemy struck to the afterlife.

— Women and children counted among them?

— Were the same not robbed of life

— In escape from Batiatus’ villa?

— Or the taking of this very city?

— They were.

— Yet few that remain pose no fall to concern.

— They pose concern to fucking stomach.

— Drawing from our food –

— which runs low from Aedile

— dousing pitch upon grain.

— Let us gauge our stores.

— And turn from thought of needless slaughter.

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— Keep eye upon your opponent.

— Seek to turn defense into attack.

— More steel, forged towards purpose.

— He has been paid what Spartacus promised,

— for aiding taking the city?

— Five thousand denarii.

— Well earned.

— Then why does he yet darken

— presence within our walls?

— Give answer. I’m not fucking echo.

— To further lend hand to your cause.

— The promise of gathering more coin

— before taking leave also weighs consideration.

— Naevia! Nasir!

— See those of skill to proper weapon.

— For your journey.

— I wake with desire for cock.

— Yet you from bed.

— Cause bring fucking shadow.

— The girl follows heel like errant pup,

— since I took her master’s life.

— Clear a fucking path.

— Keep moving!

— Against the wall!

— Sit here!

— And shut mouth!

— Your wife is with child.

— She should not be absent nourishment.

— Gratitude.

— You mistake intent.

— I do not offer charity,

— I offer exchange.

— Bread,

— for whatever coin you may know of yet undiscovered.

— Perhaps within walls of your own little hovel?

— Two streets west of the horreum.

— The name Ulpianus the above door.

— Inside, leg of table stands hollow.

— You will find all that I have there.

— Any more offerings?

— No?

— Very well then.

— Wait.

— The bread. For my wife…

— Ah. Apologies.

— Who’s more hungry?

— Do you wish to see blood?

— Someone will starve!

— You cunt!

— Do you desire blood?

— Yeah!! Yeah!

— Then let us have proper contest!

— Bring swords!

— I know that one.

— Ulpianus, a baker of breads.

— He is no fighter, nor man of distant heart.

— We fall to fucking games now?

— The Romans forced you and Crixus to such,

— for their amusement.

— We but return favor.

— I beg you… I have no skill in this.

— Oh, he has no skill in this.

— This is Roman cunt!

— Let the victor, claim their bounty!

— And the sea the fallen,

— to join the Roman dead

— which we have swept from this city!

— No!

— Begin.

— Go! Begin!

— Get at him!

— Draw blood!

— Ulpianus!

— Ulpianus!

— Come on! Get at him!

— No, Ulpianus!

— A fight far from worthy arena.

— But promise was made.

— Yeah!

— Feast upon laurels.

— You fucking shit…

— He reached for sword to strike

— when you presented back!

— He was reaching for the food, you mad cunt!

— Hold tongue,

— or see it ripped from fucking head.

— Take pause, brother.

— Attius stands with us.

— He stands a fucking Roman.

— The man has never raised voice in anger,

— to slave, or any other.

— How do your friends differ,

— from the fucking villain they brand me?

— Was he reaching for the bread?

— I did not think it.

— And what if you were mistaken?

— The result the same.

— A Roman that shall never raise hand against us.

— I have never held love for any of such name,

— Yet he held no threat –

— Men such as him hold the greatest.

— True intent, shrouded behind mask

— of kind and gentle face.

— Have you known his reflection?

— Before I came to the mines of Lucania.

— This one carried gentle name of Herius.

— Husband.

— Father of two young daughters.

— He saw me fed.

— Bathed.

— Allowed me to feel safe

— for the first time since being turned

— from the House of Batiatus.

— When his family took to sleep, he came to me.

— Lifting me in his arms.

— I thought it a dream at first.

— There was a place,

— removed from the grounds of his villa,

— where wagons were crafted and repaired.

— He applied his many tools inside me.

— Before turning them to outward flesh.

— I wish I had power to seize memory,

— and with hands strip it from life.

— It is not the one that shadows mind.

— What I saw in morning light,

— forever darkens thought.

— The man himself,

— greeting his wife with kiss and warm smile.

— His daughters laughing upon his knee.

— The beast from the previous night transformed,

— into a man who held no threat.

— I have no words.

— You do not need them.

— Knowing, you are at my side

— gives comfort enough.

— I will always stand so.

— All the fucking stalls bear same misfortune.

— And of the remainder?

— How long will it see us fed?

— Two weeks.

— Perhaps more, if we’re cautious

— and our numbers do not swell.

— Fuck the gods.

— Spartacus.

— Ships weigh anchor off our coast.

— It seems we have drawn notice.

— Sanus.

— What do your eyes fall upon?

— Four men approach. Armed.

— One with cask perched atop shoulder.

— Romans?

— Not fucking likely, by appearance.

— Raise the gate.

— What shit is this?

— Brigands of Cilicia.

— Pirates?

— I would speak with the man

— that has claimed this city.

— Your words fall upon his ear.

— What business do you break?

— You are Spartacus?

— I stand so named.

— The same fiend that brought down

— the arena in Capua?

— Defeated Glaber at Vesuvius?

— Wrought untold suffering

— upon the Republic and its people.

— All deeds claimed with pride.

— Then I call you fucking brother!

— Let us share gift of wine,

— and break words towards common enemy!

— Gaius!

— It has been too many years.

— They have been unkind to you, old friend.

— At least I do not stand woolly fucking goat!

— Crassus denies me sharpened blade.

— Under what purpose?

— A personal matter,

— concerning only those within his confidence.

— Regrettably none stand so here.

— You have received message

— in advance of our arrival, Mummius?

— We stand ready to march upon your command.

— Have use of my tent until such a time.

— Come!

— I would leave these boys to their plotting

— and hear of your adventures with Antonius.

— Impudent shit.

— He brushes you aside in favor

— of swallowing Caesar’s cock.

— Let us pray he chokes upon it.

— Adherbal!

— Break open cask so we may share drink.

— I would break words in advance.

— While mind is yet unclouded.

— Heracleo is your guest,

— and I am at your will.

— It is an honor for me to be across from the man

— who steals an entire fucking city!

— It was the fucking Romans who stole freedom from us.

— We merely seize what is owed.

— I favor turn of your reason,

— brothers.

— Some Romans yet live within Sinuessa?

— A few.

— The Aedile among them?

— He does not.

— You are sure of this?

— His villa now stands ours.

— His claim to it severed by my own hand.

— Then I too have been injured.

— This man speaks in fucking riddles.

— Hmm.

— Straighten tongue,

— or fall from presence.

— The Aedile and I had an arrangement.

— He brokered such with men of your calling?

— Openly, no.

— Yet many things are born of dark corners.

— The seas are fraught with dangers…

— especially for those who,

— consider themselves his competitor.

— In return for your «services»?

— Knowledge of time and route of unfortunate vessels.

— All goods aboard, added to my own,

— with the seal of the Aedile

— pressed upon new manifest.

— What cause does thief upon wave

— need of parchment and seal?

— The official seal removes
unwanted attention when

— trading acquisitions in respected ports.

— Advantage snatched from hand,

— by fucking action of your own.

— To shit with this grinning cunt.

— Agron.

— What threat does he hold?

— Pissing on us from the sea?

— You would be surprised

— by the reach of my stream, boy.

— Let’s us take breath then,

— remove ourselves from heated words.

— There is yet drink to be had.

— Return when sun gives way to moon.

— And discover if there stands cause to share cup.

— As you command, King Spartacus.

— As you command.

— The man swings cock to rival Jupiter himself.

— Close gate upon ass, and be done with him.

— He may yet be of use.

— Find Aedile’s seal,

— and let us weigh advantage it brings.

— Cilicians!

— Shit rises to fill mouth.

— Have you laid eyes upon it or not?

— I forge steel, not trade at fucking ports.

— What need would I have of Aedile’s seal?

— Words I would have greeted sooner.

— Is that what it was like,

— before you gained your freedom?

— Were you made to fight as an animal would,

— as you made poor Ulpianus?

— I prompted no contest.

— Yet you did not stop it.

— What fate did you believe

— when deciding to aid in taking the city?

— I held no fucking choice.

— Every man holds such at time’s end.

— You hold no love for these people, Attius.

— Do not now raise vaunted concerns now.

— «These people.»

— Am I not Roman, as they were?

— As some yet are?

— You stand for yourself alone.

— As I once stood.

— You are proof then.

— That basest clay

— may yet be molded into something of worth.

— Turn from past,

— set eye toward new horizon,

— far from this place and the man that you were.

— Praise fucking gods, I’ve found men of worth.

— What crude form do you deposit at feet?

— Sinuessa.

— Spartacus has taken Sinuessa en Valle.

— Summon Mummius.

— Wine.

— Gratitude.

— Repay favor with gift of words.

— I have few of note.

— We thought the gate secure.

— Yet Spartacus is of the underworld,

— able to spirit himself through wood and stone.

— He is but a man.

— I’ve laid eyes upon him.

— Bathed in blood and gore.

— The city trembling in his wake.

— Spartacus is no man.

— He’s the Bringer of Death.

— And yet you live.

— Your skill in combat must equal

— that of the legend himself.

— I was paid but a few coin

— by the Aedile to aid in curfew.

— I’m no soldier.

— Put such question aside.

— How many men does Spartacus now hold?

— I do not know.

— The streets were filled with them,

— slaughtering all in their path.

— I barely made escape

— to the bay before they took the docks.

— Now it becomes clear.

— In place of falling a hero,

— you chose to flee.

— And fall a coward.

— Have you lost mind?

— The man held no worth, by his own tongue.

— You are not in fucking command.

— Apologies.

— I slip from reason…

— when presented with the faults of lesser men.

— Let us see body removed, and discuss–

— The time for words has ended.

— Break camp,

— and return to my father with news of Spartacus.

— He gave order to remain at your side.

— I am the word and the will

— of Marcus Crassus.

— You are not at my side, Gaius.

— You serve beneath me.

— I fall to command.

— Gather what remains of your men.

— We move for Sinuessa en Valle.

— Leave us.

— This stood my home.

— No longer.

— I will not beg for my life.

— I do not seek it.

— Only your aid.

— You rob me of my husband.

— Lay waste to my city.

— And now you call upon fucking aid?

— We are at war.

— You and your people stand casualty.

— My own ranks question sparing a few that yet draw breath.

— I give chance to prove wisdom of it.

— So we may live out our days

— as party favors for your fucking amusement?

— As word carries of Ulpianus?

— Ulpianus?

— Your men made him fight for crust of bread.

— And claimed hand even though he stood victor.

— A thing I did not know of.

— It shall not pass again.

— I took belief in your reassurance once before.

— And now stand widow for it.

— I do not turn from what I have done.

— He was an honorable man!

— Forever stricken from this world by you!

— You elevate the dead beyond their worth.

— You did not know him.

— Nor I fear did you.

— The name Heracleo holds meaning?

— A plague upon the sea.

— My husband devoted much coin toward his capture.

— He devoted greater sum,

— towards secret pact.

— You lie.

— Your husband provided seal of office

— in exchange for dispatching of his rivals.

— Presented to me by Heracleo himself.

— Know that I do not take pleasure

— in staining cherished memory.

— You tear world from grasp,

— and whisper of kindness.

— I whisper of opportunity.

— Heracleo seeks the Aedile’s seal.

— With it I will forge trade

— that will see us fed.

— It eludes discovery.

— You know of the seal’s location?

— Ennius feared rebellion,

— and took measure to protect what was his.

— There are many places hidden to eye

— among his holdings throughout the city.

— Aid in revealing them,

— and you and your people will share equal

— portion from what we gain in bargain with the Cilician.

— I would have freedom as price.

— For all of us.

— Do this thing,

— and you will be released,

— when we take leave of Sinuessa.

— Am I to trust your word?

— The reason is simple.

— You stand absent choice.

— Hidden within blushed eye, the guardian spirits.

— Is it a wonder the gods turned on your husband

— and this fucking city?

— Let us turn from past

— and set gaze towards favored bargain.

— And fall to much needed drink!

— How much would you have for it?

— I ask for nothing.

— Upon our abandoning the city,

— the seal is yours.

— And until such fated day?

— An agreement of trade.

— Coin for food.

— First shipment from what stores you have aboard your ships.

— You would entreat Poseidon

— to shun robes and present ass!

— If he stood before me.

— Yet he does not.

— My supplies are of finest quality.

— Eighteen thousand denarii

— easily fetched if sold at port.

— Absent the Aedile’s seal?

— You are not the man one expects.

— Hmm.

— Ten thousand denarii.

— If Aedile’s wife is added to the bargain huh.

— You mistake me for a Roman.

— I do not trade in slaves.

— Nor would I, if possessed with such

— a ripe cunt.

— Twelve thousand denarii.

— In hour before sun’s rising,

— upon landing beyond city walls.

— Beyond the city?

— Ground absent advantage, brother.

— I would not sail into port, only to be set upon.

— Beyond city walls.

— In hour before sun rises.

— It is settled then.

— Now may we have fucking drink?! Huh!

— ♪ —

— What fucking piss does Heracleo offer?

— Absinthe, by name.

— I once drained six cups,

— and found myself in heated argument

— with imaginary cat.

— Then let us drain seven, and finish argument

— before you strike from Roman shores.

— Yes.

— Dangerous thing.

— Eyes upon man not your own.

— Apologies. I meant no offense.

— You want his cock inside you?

— Speak, little thing.

— Nemetes, you cock eater!

— He saved my life.

— I desire only to thank him.

— Come.

— I do not care for these Cilicians.

— Yet they are preferred to Romans.

— My cock is magic.

— Then see it vanish from sight.

— More wine!

— You’re a fool.

— To lay trust in one stitched of lies and deceit.

— I’m no stranger to his kind.

— I thought myself so.

— Yet now replay every moment.

— Every touch my husband laid upon me.

— Questioning truth behind them.

— The gods punish me for being so blind.

— Would that you had let Heracleo take me,

— to see their wrath complete.

— I place no stock in your gods.

— Nor any that would seek injury

— for crimes against those undeserving.

— I have given command

— that you are free to move about city.

— In return,

— you will lend hand

— And carry word to me if any should fall to mistreatment.

— It surprises,

— how such small a weight bears such heavy burden.

— A truth known to all

— who take up arms against Rome.

— You shall sleep where you are.

— My people will turn from me,

— if I’m known to bed beneath your roof.

— My husband held stable at edge of city.

— I would take shelter within its walls.

— I sought only to provide comfort.

— Heracleo spoke the truth,

— at least upon one subject.

— You are not the man one expects.

— Apologies.

— Share drink, and see them accepted.

— My cup is spoken for.

— I seek not to claim it my own.

— Merely grace lips with its nectar.

— You are bold of words.

— I have been too long at sea

— among, rough company.

— I do not favor crashing waves.

— Words from mouth such as yours

— could move a man to forever turn from them.

— Remove fucking hand.

— Apologies.

— I did not know you were mired in shit

— East of the Rhine.

— Smash him!

— Agron!

— Agron!

— Fall from sight.

— Revelry has struck sour note.

— I would not have senseless quarrel open gap between us.

— Then see it filled with coin

— at appointed hour.

— And we shall test sureness of our footing.

— Spartacus stands displeased with celebration’s end.

— I was not the one who caused offense.

— The Cilician overstepped,

— yet your response was–

— Was as it fucking should be.

— Jupiter himself would find cause

— to tremble if he laid hand upon you.

— You would battle a god for me?

— I would slay all

— that would lay attempt to wrest you from my arms.

— Strike Jupiter and the Cilician from mind.

— I would have them of no concern

— to the one that holds my heart.

— You left absent word.

— There was a fight.

— It was very loud.

— I leave to make shadow flesh.

— Yeah.

— …and to bring desire.

— For you.

— Come.

— Gather your robes and leave us.

— Go.

— She does not please?

— She is but a child.

— And I would have a woman tend to my needs,

— in brief hours before I move with Spartacus…

— Apologies.

— I would have words.

— I would not.

— You’ve not given opportunity towards gratitude.

— I yet draw breath because of you.

— Your dominus fell to an act of war.

— He fell to a hero sent by the gods.

— One that does not even recall your name.

— My name is Sibyl.

— Sibyl.

— And you feel you owe debt Sibyl?

— I owe you everything.

— Then see it repaid

— by staying far from my presence.

— And men of my kind.

— You would claim all that I have earned?

— All you have stolen.

— Did I not stand with my brothers

— when city was taken,

— risking life beside you?

— As I did in shadow of Vesuvius

— and every fucking battle since?

— As all that follow cause.

— Know that you do not stand alone in sacrifice.

— And what of the blacksmith?

— Did you seize coin given him as well?

— You mistake command for conversation.

— Fall to your purpose.

— You carry the balance?

— He does.

— Where is Gannicus?

— He comes upon heel.

— What is left of him.

— Totus!

— Fall to task.

— We are committed.

— Nasir, take position upon wall.

— I would stand with you.

— Go.

— I shall return shortly.

— Once gate closes behind us,

— do not see it raised short of my word.

— Terms of stroll worsen by passing moment.

— Keep watchful eye towards sign of betrayal.

— I pray they make fucking attempt.

— If Heracleo and his men,

— prove short of honor…

— kill them where they stand.

— Raise the gate!

— Cilicians, by the look.

— Why would they take landing outside Sinuessa?

— To seek alliance.

— Spartacus stands the fool

— if he risks dealings with such as them.

— They are thieves of equal nature.

— And if they come to terms

— it would prevent my father

— from starving the rebels out.

— A thing I will not have fall to pass.

— Mummius,

— prepare your men to advance.

— Advance?

— Fall to fucking command.

— Tiberius, your father gave strict order

— not to engage Spartacus.

— My father desires a wolf of battle,

— not a well-heeled dog.

— And this night I shall honor him

— with blood and death.

— We are too exposed.

— Spartacus and his men more so,

— beyond the walls of his city.

— They spill from gate.

— Upon my signal only.

— I would give no errant cause to doubt intention.

— Nasir, what do you see?

— Shit and piss.

— They are too far in darkness.

— What does she say?

— Roman your man make fight gone.

— Ulpianus?

— With fat wife and others chained with him.

— We must sweep the city –

— No. Remain here.

— It may be distraction,

— to draw us from the gate.

— Where do you go?

— Do not tear eyes from purpose!

— Your price.

— As agreed upon.

— Apologies, I mean no offense,

— yet ah…

— Open it.

— You stand a man of your word.

— A very rare thing, in such a world.

— Rarer yet,

— to greet my equal.

— Castus. Adherbal.

— Bring our brothers what they are owed.

— You take leave of the city?

— Absent parting words?

— I’ve broken them to all that matter.

— If dealings with the Cilicians end as desired,

— I will buy passage far from your fucking presence.

— Do you buy such for your friends as well?

— Friends?

— Tell me where there are.

— Wait!

— I do not know what you speak of!

— I speak of Romans.

— And your fucking treachery.

— Fuck!

— You wish for blood?

— Come then.

— And find greater challenge than that

— of a simple crafter of bread

— in fucking chains.

— This,

— this stands the sum of your offerings?

— Fuck the gods, no!

— A mere sample for your approval.

— The remainder lies aboard my ships,

— too great a cargo to ferry by skiff.

— Now that payment has been received,

— I shall sail into port –

— That was not the arrangement.

— Apologies,

— if you fell to confusion.

— Fuck your apologies.

— Hold ground!

— What are your thoughts?

— That I stand the fool.

— For laying trust in a man absent honor.

— Then perhaps the time has come.

— For us to…

— forever part ways…

— We are betrayed!

— This is not my hand!

— Fucking pirates!

— Advance!

— Romans!

— Where the fuck is Mummius?!

— Fuck!

— I have had my fill…

— Of men such as you…

— Mummius?

— Spartacus!

— More come!

— Spartacus…

— Attack!

— Testudo!

— Load!

— Fire!

— ♪ —

— Did I not warn you of my fucking reach!

— I warned you!

— Yeah!

— Stand ground!

— Retreat!

— Stand your fucking ground!

— Retreat!

— Retreat!

— Totus!

— We must retreat.

— No…

— I will not see you fall!

— After them!

— Let them go!

— We must return to the city!

— Now!

— Retreat!

— How stand your thoughts now, King Spartacus?

— Take coin.

— And see your ships to port.

— Come!

— We go!

— ♪ —

— I thought you gone from this world.

— You will not so easily see me from your arms.

— I attempted to come to your aid.

— Nemetes and his shits would not open gate.

— If gate had been breached,

— more would have fallen.

— He but followed command.

— Confounds why the Romans

— attacked in such small numbers,

— led by a boy.

— It holds no sense.

— Answer lay among the dead.

— And those we mistakenly name friend.

— He came at me,

— when confronted with question of aiding Ulpianus

— and the others in escape.

— You were left absent choice.

— Would he lend hand in taking city,

— only to risk life in such attempt?

— He but sought to form basest clay,

— into something of worth.

— There stands matters of more pressing concern.

— Let us sweep city for Ulpianus and the others.

— I would not have Romans plotting beneath foot,

— or seeking greater harm.

— Gratitude.

— There’s more over here.

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