All language subtitles for Spartacus War of the Damned - 3x10 - Victory.HDTV.mRS.en

— If you go to war, you are destined for

— for great and unfortunate things.

— [ screaming ]

— I would press north, towards the Alps.

— Let’s see our people to the winds.

— [ screaming ]

— We could press attack from the South.

— Pompey could stay Spartacus

— from gaining the mountains and slipping from grasp.

— I will not be as gentle next time.

— She has moved to join rebellion ?

— Five hundred of your men

— for Tiberius’ life–

— [ screaming ]

— The boy holds no value now.

— Crassus will yet honor trade.

— If you give him something else his heart desires.

— Prepare the men for march.

— I would press towards Spartacus

— and see him to deserved end.

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[ grunting ]
[ clanking swords ]

— [ screaming ]

— [ grunting ]

— [ screaming ]

— [ clanking ]

— Spread word to your kind to strike

— shackle from their slaves.

— Or see their houses follow yours in blood and death.

— Who are you ?

— I am Spartacus.

— Another villa set upon.

— What number holds total ?

— Six in half as many days.

— I am Spartacus.

— I am Spartacus.

— I am Spartacus.

— I am Spartacus.

— He lays assault with swiftness

— to rival winged Mars.

— Spartacus stands but mortal man.

— I have yet held privilege of one that

— could span distant ground within single breath.

— You believe reports false ?

— I believe he lays strategy,

— to set Pompey to confusion.

— Chasing veiled spectre of the man himself.

— We were charged with bringing

— Spartacus to heel, not Pompey.

— If the Thracian slips beyond the mountain,

— burden of defeat shall rest upon our shoulders.

— And those that have given life towards campaign.

— There was nothing save cooling embers

— in the rebel camp where Tiberius met his end.

— Forward scouts are yet to have set eyes

— upon Spartacus and his army.

— See efforts doubled.

— I would press the Thracian upon field of battle

— at soonest opportunity.

— And gaze into his eyes as life and hope

— forever drain from them.

— Lugo. See it done.

— Many times have I marveled at mad

— scheme sprung from fevered mind.

— Yet one you now set forth towers above all.

— We have confounded Pompey to the north,

— yet Crassus still advances from the south

— with overwhelming advantage.

— Hope lies only in deciding field of final battle.

— You weave barest tether to the promise of such.

— It will hold long enough

— for the others to slip from grasp.

— I pray it so.

— And would lend much needed aid

— in giving Crassus fucking pause.

— Grip sword. And have it so.

— They have taken all from me.

— You will yet serve purpose in coming battle.

— By seeing those who cannot fight to the mountains.

— Return to task with Nasir,

— and prepare for journey.

— The man is more dead than living.

— And yet eager to give life to your cause.

— My cause ?

— It does yet not stand your own ?

— I’m no martyr upon cross.

— That will gladly give my life,

— so that those more deserving may live.

— Then take pause,

— see heart attended in advance of parting.

— It seems another life.

— That I last stood in equal embrace with Crixus.

— Much has been taken from us.

— Soon we will face the legions of Rome.

— And we will return bitter favor.

— You crafted this ?

— We will lash hand to grip.

— So it is not torn from grasp

— if called to split Roman flesh.

— I cannot flee to the mountains with the others.

— Despite command, my place is upon field of battle.

— As mine is forever by your side.

— The hour is upon us.

— I do not want to leave your arms.

— Nor I see you from them.

— Yet you must go with the others.

— Come with me.

— You know I must stay.

— That you may reach the mountains,

— live free of the Republic beyond them.

— There is no life absent your touch.

— You once said to me that the gods

— had sent me to save you.

— And you were mistaken.

— You were the one sent.

— And I in need of saving.

[ grunting ]
[ clanking ]

— [ shouts ]

— Your skills remain keen, Imperator.

— I would sharpen them to deadly edge,

— in advance of facing the Bringer of Rain.

— [ grunting, clanking continues ]

— [ exhales ]

— He appears at peace.

— Does he not ?

— Yes, Dominus.

— It is false image of the boy I knew.

— Forever of furrowed brow

— and pressing concern.

— A reflection of his father,

— grave of face and disposition.

— He was not always so. Was he ?

— No, Dominus. He was not always so.

— The passing of years hardens a man

— to the simple joys of life.

— Until all that is left is a thing of stone,

— cold and unforgiving.

— I wish nothing more than journey

— had set towards different path.

— Give voice to slave that robbed him of life.

— A man long in years.

— With scars of his master etched upon flesh.

— Would that he had been struck from this world,

— so that Tiberius may yet be of it.

— Apologies for intrusion.

— We have received word from forward scouts.

— Spartacus ?

— A clutch of his men sighted to the north.

— Give order to break encampment

— and fall to march.

— Imperator.

— War at last draws to its end.

— As all things must,

— born of man and misplaced desire.

— The guards will see you returned

— to where you belong.

— You have not asked yet why I turned from you.

— Could answer reverse course of time’s passing ?

— Or erase memory of deepest wound ?

— No.

— Yet I would give life to gaze upon

— forgiveness in your eyes again.

— For all that I have done.

— If but I could be so moved.

— Once beyond camp, you will divide number and path.

— Better give chance of reaching mountains

— absent discovery by Pompey.

— I would count fortune more assured,

— were you to lead us.

— Crassus must be given pause.

— So that you and the others may slip beyond grasp.

— We will wait for you then, at foot of the mountains.

— But I would not have it so.

— Am I not free, to make own choice ?

— As you frequently remind.

— Yet do not hazard life,

— in hopes that I yet cling to my own.

— You will not fall in battle against Crassus.

— You now hold power to pierce

— future’s uncertain veil ?

— I hold but faith.

— In a man like no other.

— Gratitude. For your words.

— And for what comfort your presence has given.

— Go.

— You are clear of purpose ?

— Never more so.

— Yet Nasir and I shall not be among those

— striking towards mountains.

— We have broken words towards subject.

— You cannot fight–

— He has yet found way,

— forged by loving hands.

— Do not ask my own to lay idle in coming battle.

— I have born witness to the fall of many

— I have called brother.

— You are the last yet living

— that stood with me when Batiatus’ ludus

— was laid to ruin.

— You honor me,

— by standing again at my side in final conflict.

— They are readied for journey.

— My friends.

— The time of our parting has come.

— Know that you will be heavy upon thought

— when we face Crassus and his legions.

— Many of us will fall.

— There remains strategy nor deception

— that can bend course of inevitable fate.

— Yet know that our blood…

— … shall purchase needed opportunity

— for you to gain mountain paths.

— Beyond snapping jaws of Rome

— that have plagued us with death…

— … and misery.

— Part ways.

— And live free.

— Gratitude. For all you’ve done.

— Gratitude. Gratitude, Spartacus.

— Gratitude. Gratitude Spartacus.

— May the gods bless you.

— May the gods bless you.

— Gratitude…

— Gratitude.

— Spartacus !

— Roman scouts have laid eyes upon us

— to the south of the valley !

— What markings did they bear ?

— Fearsome bull upon chest.

— Crassus.

— Fucking bait is seized upon.

— Set upon path, and do not turn from it !

— Go !

— I shall lend prayer.

— Toward the end of Crassus.

— And the triumph of Spartacus.

— I have had my fill of words and tearful farewells.

— I desire blood,

— and cries of our enemy.

— Let us make it so.

— [ horses neighing ]

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— [ horse neighing ]

— Halt !

— Balistæ ready !

— Do not engage unless given command !

— Stand ready !

— [ horse galloping ]

— Spear.

— [ grunts ]

— [ horse neighing ]

— I do not seek quarrel !

— Only to deliver message from Imperator Crassus !

— Spear.

— Break words.

— And pray to your gods I find them of worth.

— Have you ever witnessed such a thing ?

— So many hearts,

— beating towards inevitable end ?

— Why did you call me here, Crassus ?

— The same reason you came.

— Curiosity.

— Well has it been satisfying ?

— We’ve vexed each other for many months.

— Both suffering grievous wound upon effort.

— Yet have never broken single word.

— There are none that would hold difference.

— Perhaps.

— Yet I would still have them regardless.

— [ chuckles ]

— Leave us.

— Imperator–

— Fall to command.

— It is a thing known, is it not ?

— That you cannot win this conflict.

— A sentiment shared.

— By all the Romans I have killed

— who held such belief.

— My son among them.

— Apologies Imperator I cannot
give voice to regret of passing.

— To the soldier that robbed Crixus of life.

— The Gaul died upon field of battle.

— An honor denied Tiberius.

— It is not as I had commanded.

— Yet the woman had been rudely treated

— by his hands,

— and her own claimed vengeance.

— As mine are so moved in memory of my son.

— And yours towards wife no longer–

— Do not think to place your loss

— upon equal footing.

— Your son took up arms for the Republic.

— The same one that saw my innocent wife torn from grasp

— and condemned to slavery and death.

— And now you would lead thousands

— to join her in futile attempt.

— Whatever happens to my people

— it happens because we choose for it.

— We decide our fates. Not you.

— Not the Romans.

— Not even the gods.

— You choose but time and place of journey’s end.

— Better to fall by the sword

— than by the master’s lash.

— And will it balm festering wound ?

— If the Bringer of Rain heralds miracle

— and defeats Crassus and his legions,

— will he withdraw from the Republic ?

— Content that he’s brought those

— who so injured him to justice ?

— There is no justice.

— Not in this world.

— At last.

— A thing we agree upon.

— ♪ —

— When we again meet, I will kill you.

— No. You are going to try.

— It is all a free man can do.

— You cannot place trust in the words of Spartacus.

— What reason would he have

— to twist tongue upon subject ?

— I do not pretend to know lay

— of a savage’s fucking thoughts.

— Tell me again.

— What hand struck Tiberius from this life ?

— One belonging to a man long in years,

— as I have said–

— [ thud ]

— Spartacus spoke of a woman.

— Moved by vengeance.

— He but attempts to turn us against each other

— with plotted lie.

— The threat of ruin carries upon such deceit,

— if so embraced.

— Yet only in the breaking of truth

— swells hope of forgiveness.

— It was my hand that moved against Tiberius,

— and saw him from this world.

— Was my touch so cruel ?

— That you would strike at heart through noble son ?

— Speak ! [ skrieks ]

— While you yet have throat to give voice !

— You place blame upon victim !

— Your «noble» fucking son forced himself inside her.

— One of many acts that lead to deserved fate.

— More lies !

— It is the truth !

— His love for you turned to hate

— in the wake of the decimation.

— And he struck at you the only way he could.

— One he knew would inflict deepest wound.

— Why did you not tell me ?

— I made attempt, upon Melia Ridge.

— There is no misstep that would see father

— withhold forgiveness from treasured son.

— We did not wish to cause you further pain

— absent reason, Marcus.

— The cause of withholding truth.

— Leave us.

— A son is but reflection of the father.

— Is this how I stand ?

— Twisted and grotesque ? !

— You stand as you always have.

— A good man. That does what he must.

— Apologies.

— Apologies.

— Apologies for all you’ve suffered.

— Know that it shall end when Spartacus falls.

— And unfortunate events of war

— trod path of distant memory.

— It is heavy burden.

— Gaze at war’s end. And weigh bitter cost of it.

— You do not believe that we can defeat Crassus ?

— [ laughs ]

— You are forever conjuring the impossible.

— And I would not wager against you in final gambit.

— Yet odds are not of a favor.

— No. They are not.

— I would offer drink to lift spirits,

— but I have turned from it of late.

— A thing not escaping notice.

— I too turned from wild pursuits.

— When possessed by purest heart.

— You speak of your wife ?

— When we first lay together,

— she told of how the gods delivered oracle in her dreams.

— And foretold that I would never love another woman.

— Did prophecy hold true ?

— I found comfort in others.

— Yet there’s an emptiness that can never be filled.

— A void left where heart once beat,

— when Sura was taken from me.

— You once questioned
how victory can be defined.

— I thought answer held in Roman deaths.

— A position no longer taken ?

— Life is what defines it.

— Not the death of Romans.

— Nor ours, nor those that follow us into battle.

— But the life of Sibyl.

— Of Læta, the mother and her child,

— so many others.

— They are all Sura.

— And I would see them live.

— A cause even I can embrace.

— If we are to give the others any chance against Crassus,

— you must do more than embrace it.

— You must lead.

— An old argument, Spartacus.

— One that must now stand settled.

— I cannot do this without you assuming rightful position.

— One that there is none more deserving of.

— What would you have me do ?

— The impossible.

— The men stand ready ?

— They do, Imperator.

— Gratitude.

— For loyal service.

— Spartacus stands the fool,

— to face our legions with so few.

— He has proven himself many things.

— A fool not among them.

— They stand an ocean.

— As when Crixus was swept from the shores of the living.

— They but offer opportunity.

— To swim in a sea of Roman blood.

— Great and unfortunate things.

— What meaning do words carry ?

— A warning, given voice by loving wife.

— To a man who no longer exists.

— Soon Crassus will give command !

— And we shall face his legions in open battle !

— We stand in the shadow of greater might !

— As their Republic cast across the lives of every man…

— every woman… And every child…

— condemned to the darkness of slavery !

— Forced to toil and suffer,

— so that those of coin and position

— can see their fortunes grow beyond need or purpose !

— Let us teach them,

— that all who draw breath are of equal worth !

— And that those that seek to place heel

— upon the throat of liberty…

— Will fall to the cry of freedom !

— [ cheering ]

— No wounded enemy is to be blessed

— with merciful passing !

— I would make example of all those who dare raise

— hand against the glory of Rome !

— Raise ballistæ and catapults.

— Go !

— Ignite !

— Ready ! Release !

— Release !

— Forward !

— [ cheering ]

— Sound advance !

— And see Rebellion distant memory !

— [ horn blaring ]

— Advance !

— [ horns blaring ] Advance !

— Take position !

— [ cheering ]

— [ footsteps approaching ]

— Hold…

— Hold…

— Hold !

— [ horns blaring ] Charge !

— [ grunting ]

— [ yelling ]

— Archers !

— Now !

— [ groaning ]

— The savage yet proves resourceful.

— He but delays coming tide with grains of sand.

— Give signal to form testudo !

— [ horns blaring ]

— They fall to predicted maneuver.

— Let us show them one unexpected.

— Now !

— [ yelling ]

— [ grunting ]

— Raise command for ballistæ and catapults !

— You would rain death upon our own men ?

— I would end this fucking war !

— Do not turn from advance !

— Press forward !

— [ yelling ]

— [ speaking German ]

— [ groaning ]

— The slaves fall to superior

— strategy and tactic.

— As do Romans beneath our command.

— An unfortunate loss.

— Yet one gladly accepted, to bring Spartacus to his end–

— Riders approaching !

— About face !

— [ screaming ]

— Turn ballistæ ! Quickly !

— You there ! Defend the left flank !

— [ grunting ]

— [ grunting ]

— Cæsar ! Take command of rear position !

— Do not let them fall to confusion !

— We must withdraw !

— No ! That is what he expects !

— Sound horn and advance !

— Hi-ya !

— [ horns blaring ]

— Castus !

— Would that I had been you…

— … for but a day.

— [ screaming ]

— Agron !

— Shore your flank !

— Do not let them close upon us !

— Nasir !

— [ grunting ]

— Naevia ! Aid Gannicus !

— Move !

— Come !

— Spartacus !

— Hi-ya !

— Imperator !

— Protect the Imperator !

— [ grunting ]

— Crassus !

— It is a glorious day !

— To have so many Romans to kill !

— It is but one life that holds meaning.

— Draw attention upon field.

— I shall claim it.

— [ grunts ]

— Hold the line !

— Seize amphoras and see them to purpose !

— [ glass breaking ]

— [ screaming ]

— Cæsar !

— Send for the medicus !

— I need no soothing balm.

— Only to return to field

— with rebel blood hot upon face.

— Do not place yourself at further risk.

— If you fall,

— Spartacus would gain advantage–

— [ gasps ]

— [ grunting ]

— I have longed to meet you in true contest.

— As I have longed to see your head

— parted from fucking neck.

— [ exhales ]

— Saxa !

— [ speaking german ]

— [ grunts ]

— I made promise.

— That time next we met…

— I would have your life.

— Come then.

— And attempt to take it.

— [ grunts ]

— Formation !

— This does not belong to you, slave.

— No !

— Rotate !

— [ grunts ]

— Hold !

— [ groans ]

— [ exhales deeply ]

— Halt !

— Would that you had been born a Roman.

— And had stood beside me.

— I bless the fates…

— that it was not so.

— [ horse neighing ]

— Agron !

— Give me a sword…

— Imperator–

— Fall by my side and retake hill !

— Sweep surrounding hills !

— Imperator !

— The gods once more aid Spartacus

— in slipping from fucking grasp.

— He weeps from a thousand wounds.

— And if heart yet beats,

— it shall cease at briefest passing–

— There are many who have followed mad cause

— that still cling to fading life.

— See them to promised example upon Appian Way.

— And let all slaves,

— upon road to Mother Rome know reward

— for turning hand against master.

— [ screams ]

— [ whimpering ]

— Ignoble end.

— For a legend that once stood a god of the arena.

— Legends are but bone and meat of dreams.

— Rotting in the harsh sun of reality.

— It is hard sight.

— To see one so loved among the damned.

— She was known to be of the rebellion.

— I have forgiven reason.

— Yet do what I must.

— [ horns blaring ]

— Pompey.

— Praise the gods to find you well old friend.

— I’d feared that Spartacus and his rebels had overrun you,

— before I ratted them in the north.

— The north ?

— He came upon rebel army attempting

— to gain the mountains.

— Dispatch has already been sent to Rome,

— naming Pompey victor

— against enemy you could not quell.

— You claim false laurels.

— Spartacus was defeated–

— in the north. By valiant Pompey,

— hero of Hispania.

— You honor me.

— I but honor Rome.

— And those of like mind, that would see it flourish.

— Then we are one in such regard.

— Let us break meal on your return.

— After all that we have suffered,

— you allow Pompey to snatch triumph

— from deserving hands ?

— Supporting claim he will be made ally.

— We shall stand fearsome triumvirate,

— with means to bend the course of history.

— You forever speak of the future.

— The past cannot be altered.

— The present holds but regret and loss.

— It is only in the days to come

— that a man may find solace.

— When memory fades.

— [ thunder rumbling ]

— [ exhales ]

— [ screaming ]

— [ chanting ]

— Gannicus ! Gannicus ! Gannicus ! …

— [ cheering ]

— [ screaming ]

— He yet lives.

— We’ve gained the mountains.

— We waited for you, as promised.

— All safe ?

— Pompey set upon other half.

— Many were lost.

— We must see him to mountain path,

— before we too are discovered.

— Stay hand.

— I would rest awhile.

— We cannot stay here.

— No, you cannot.

— Nor can I follow.

— Spartacus… Spartacus.

— Spartacus.

— That is not my name.

— I shall finally hear it again.

— Given voice by loving wife…

— in greeting longed for…

— Do not shed tear.

— There is no greater victory…

— than to fall from this world…

— a free man.

— One day Rome shall fade and crumble.

— Yet you shall always be remembered.

— In the hearts of all who yearn for freedom.

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