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They live!

- Woman: Get the medicus.
- Man: Quickly.

Get water and
cloth to tend wounds.

- What news?
- The arena is burned to fucking ground,

with many Romans
among the ashes!

What of Rhaskos?

He fell as all men should.

With sword in hand and
blood upon his thoughts.

Nasir: You suffer no wound.

The gods favor me, little man.

Call me that again and
they shall turn from you.

Can he be healed?

Nasir had but a single wound.

This man... beyond
what should warrant life.

His name is Oenomaus and
he is more than common man.

Let's pray the gods
hold him in equal esteem.

Do I yet dream?

If so,

I would never have you wake.

Then it began to collapse.

They screamed and
flailed like children

as the arena burned around them,

the scent of smoke and death

carried by the winds to
the very heart of Rome!

Spartacus: Lift troubled heart.

Oenomaus stands a titan,

one that shall live
to raise sword again.

To fight by your side?

If he chooses to take up
cause against the Romans.

Cause?

You have cock to
rival Jupiter himself.

A few errant slaves amounts to

flies circling a bull's ass.

Did he miss the part where we
pulled the arena down on his head?

Rome is propped up by more
than a few wooden beams.

If your cause is to
see your lives cut short,

you march towards
certain victory.

Why did you choose to
aid us, if you believe such?

You mistake choice

for repayment of a debt,

one owed to Oenomaus.

Absent it,

we would not be breaking words.

He is right.

We were mistaken...

To have placed
faith in his intentions.

Nasir once made
attempt on my life,

and yet now he stands
trusted among us.

Perhaps Gannicus
can be swayed as well.

Or perhaps you should
have killed him in the arena.

Man: The witnesses
in Rome also attest

the will grants the
family domicile in Rome

and the villa here in Capua.

In addition, there is
the vineyard in Atella,

40 goats in the
hills of Pompeii,

20 head of cattle...

What is the worth
of the livestock?

9,000 denarii, depending
upon deal struck.

See them to market.

And post decree
announcing reward of the coin

for knowledge leading to
the capture of Spartacus.

Forgive me, Praetor,

but the law grants
you no such authority

to part with these assets.

You are only to oversee
Senator Albinius's holdings

until his heir comes of age.

Glaber: Laws must bend
toward greater purpose.

Spartacus is to pay
for what he has done.

- Praetor...
- Prattling on serves only

to inflict further wound
on grieving heart.

Man: Apologies.

The memory of your
father shall not soon fade.

All the Republic
mourns his loss.

Leave us.

What moves your
tears the most...

A father forever removed
from loving embrace

or his tongue forever stilled

before commanding
to dissolve this marriage

in favor of Varinius?

I have made a grave mistake.

And the gods have punished
me by striking down my father.

It is not enough.

- Gaius.
- The only reason

you have not joined your father

is the child that
grows within you...

My child, my heir.

Protect him with your life...

or see it forfeit.

Man: Workers, to the stockade!

Man #2: Open the gate!

We must keep appearance

of mourning for
the prescribed days.

I would not have the
stench of grief slick upon you.

See yourself to a bath.

Give report.

100 more bodies
pulled from the arena.

This was found at wreckage.

Why do our numbers stand so few?

Guard: More have been recalled
from Neapolis, to return by nightfall.

Yet many have taken to the wind.

They turn from
their oath to Rome?

Fear and panic grip
the region, and our men.

Many believe that Spartacus
unleashes the wrath of the gods.

Ashur: A meaningless thing.

Legions could
return to swell rank

yet still fall to Spartacus

and his men.

Apologies, but as I
warned young Marcus

before life fled,

gladiators are far
from common slaves.

Three of your men would
not equal one so trained...

despite their eagerness to die.

No.

Did you not once stand

amongst the brotherhood...

upon the sands?

A lifetime ago.

Glaber: Then give lesson,

prove boast.

Man: The Syrian wants
to taste his own blood.

Man: The Syrian shit.

Get in there, come on.

- Man: What's the matter?
- Come on!

Begin!

Come on.

Get him!

And I was considered lowest

among the brotherhood.

Would that I had an army
formed in your base image.

There are others that
share my reflection...

Men in name only,

a word masking truer
nature of rabid animal.

Such a force under my guidance

could prove useful
in these difficult times.

The Senate would frown
upon lowering standard

into muck and shit...

as they frown upon many things

that ambitious men must embrace.

Lucretia: You leave these walls?

At request of the praetor.

He blesses Ashur

with well-deserved favor.

Would that he turn such grace

toward grieving wife.

It is a hard thing to have
father torn from breast.

I never knew mine.

How did Glaber come to know of
the silphium in Ilithyia's chambers?

Perhaps the gods spoke to him.

You forget your place.

No, I secure it.

You secure nothing without me,

you fucking Syrian.

Move against my
commands again...

You command shit and piss.

I am Glaber's man now.

A word from me how you
knew of his wife's intent

to rob him of his unborn child

or how the gods
had nothing to do

with delivering Oenomaus...

You yet draw breath

because I have not whispered
your secrets into the praetor's ear.

No, Ashur. Ashur.

Shh. Consider it a kindness,

one that I shall see repaid.

No.

Does it hurt?

A few cuts and scrapes,

soon faded from memory.

Would that all scars
were so easily erased.

I see no scars.

You risked all

for pale shadow of the
woman you once loved.

Then let us ignite the sun

and strike darkness
with its warmth.

Stop.

Naevia.

They have taken
everything from me...

even your touch.

I have heard tales of
your victories in the arena.

Days long past.

Mira tells you were
just upon its sands,

standing as executioner
for the Romans.

I stood for a brother,

to see him to an
honorable death.

And Rhaskos?

Did he find the same?

The man held some
meaning to you?

He elevated position.

I gave comfort.

It appears that bargain
has come to an end.

I would see another struck

with a man of greater worth.

I hold no position
among these men,

nor do I seek it.

Yet you stand among them.

I seek only words
with an old friend,

nothing more.

We are here, in the
shadow of Vesuvius.

A single man
placed upon its crest

would have clear view for
many miles in all direction.

A Roman advance easily spotted.

Is there a way to its peak?

A single path, narrow,
but easily tread.

The rest is sheer rock,
impassable, absent wings.

We will choose three men

of years beyond the
taking up of sword,

each to command
a separate watch.

Mira: There's but one
entrance to the temple.

The Romans could
easily trap us inside.

Spartacus: Tunnels
extend below our feet.

Perhaps one can be
dug beyond these walls.

A few men with bows
would give the Romans pause

long enough to make use
of it, if walkway were built.

How many among
you shoot with purpose?

There is not much call
for arrows in the arena.

You no longer fight
upon the sands,

nor can you forge a
sword from a fucking tree.

Then we will fashion weapons
from what nature provides,

with practiced hand
instructing in their use.

We can train until
the gods take us.

House slaves will
never be gladiators...

Something we are
in short supply of now.

We need fighting men.

Perhaps it is time to revisit
plans towards Neapolis

and its slaver ships
from foreign wars.

You would attack the
port with a few men?

We brought the
arena down with less.

Take two men and
what coin we have.

Weight palm in Neapolis

to loosen tongue of
ships soon to dock.

Apologies. I did not
intend to halt conversation.

Unless I can drink that,
it holds no worth to me.

I seek only wine.

We have none.

Then I truly am
among the damned.

For both of you?

I'm a whore, not a fool.

I would have words.

Fuck your words.

It is not with you
that I seek them.

I have an offer to discuss,

one suited to your
particular talents.

Apologies.

I did not think you
would need the bath,

with days of mourning yet left.

My husband commands it,

despite tradition.

Stay.

I would have your company.

Your eyes betray recent tears.

Events weigh heavy on the heart.

To the point of crushing it.

Why did the gods not
warn of Spartacus's attack

or of my father's...?

Do they punish me...

A life, for the one I
had planned to take?

We both carry the
burden of our acts.

If the gods have cast us adrift,

we must together
discover the course

for return to the
blessings of their shores.

Varinius has turned from me.

Gaius... I fear
not even the gods

could sway his hatred of me now.

Resume appearance
of loving wife.

Submit to his will.

The day will come
when he will lose sight

of hateful intention...

A slip, however fleeting,

that we shall take advantage of.

There was a time...

when all I dreamt of was
your throat beneath my hands.

Now your breath is
all that gives me life.

I shall not be
moved from your side

until my own husband
calls me to the afterlife.

I have seen that look.

It often fell upon me,

when we were yet
beneath Batiatus's roof.

Spartacus: You
knew Gannicus then,

years before my arrival.

What is your opinion of the man?

He is a champion,
as we once stood,

a boon to your cause.

He has expressed
doubts toward it.

As have we all.

Yet you always find way
to convince otherwise.

We have done the impossible.

We have brought down
the arena in Capua...

A monument of Rome

built upon the backs of slaves.

We have struck a deep blow

to the very heart of our enemy.

Yet...

their numbers are vast,

as vast as their
desire to see freedom

crushed beneath heel.

One day,

perhaps soon,
they will strike back.

How do we avoid them?

I do not intend to.

Is that true?

Spartacus: If we are to
face the might of Rome,

I would do it here,

in the shadow of Vesuvius,

upon terms that we set.

No hand will stand idle.

We must prepare
ourselves for what is to come.

- Well, what is to come?
- What is to happen to us?

Proper weapons
are in short supply.

Fashion what you can
from wood and stone

till more can be secured.

I would also see the
tunnels beneath our feet

further dug towards
escape, which we will need...

To set eyes again
upon your heart...

I understand now why a man
would risk all for such a thing.

If it were not for
you and the others,

I would have
fallen in the arena,

never to gaze upon
her face again in this life.

It is a thing I will not forget.

- Spartacus: Continue to hone skill.
- Nor the lie you told

that saw her stay in that
place another fucking day.

She is safe now.

All other things fall
to unimportance.

Do you think a few words can
change all that has happened?

You stand a larger
fool than I thought.

Than a thousand men.

Apologies.

The mistake was mine,

to offer comfort
to a fucking Gaul.

You offer shit.

- Regain yourself.
- Crixus.

I thought we had
moved past this.

Wounds still linger.

I move for Neapolis

and thoughts of swelling
rank with better men.

You need not fear the Romans.

Your own men make
attempt to kill each other.

You know what must
be done. See to it.

Gannicus,

I would have words.

You would have me fight?

I would have you hunt.

Everyone has
been set to purpose.

Ours is to provide meat.

You spoke of a debt to Oenomaus.

Was saving his life
not repayment enough?

That is for him to decide.

You are a free man.

Your decision's your own,

as they were when
you stood in the arena

to strike down your brothers.

What moved your hand?

Honor, as you would have it,

or the promise of coin?

Never to be collected,

because I chose not
to kill you in the arena.

And now my
rudis... my freedom...

Is forever buried
beneath its rubble.

Freedom is not a stick of wood

to be presented as
bone to obedient dog.

It is a thing all men deserve.

We are gladiators,

deserving only death equal
to the lives that we have taken.

It was not always so for me.

I lived free once

in the lands of Thrace

with a wife,

promise of children.

What became of her?

Batiatus claimed her life.

I took his in return.

Then you have balanced scale.

It was Glaber who
condemned us to slavery.

And I will not rest

while he yet draws breath.

This is the reason you
provoke the Romans...

For the memory of your woman?

For love...

The greatest cause of all.

A thing that has dragged
many a man to ruin.

You have scared away the game.

I would fare better alone.

Man: Keep fucking sword up.

Let it drop, and
fall forever beside it.

Again.

Attack.

I would not have you
expire from the heat.

Donar: Attack.

Gratitude.

I would also not have
you at Agron's throat.

Donar: Again.

If he had had his way,

he would have left
you in the mines.

Perhaps he was right.

Do not say such a thing.

Have you not thought the same

after last night?

If such a thought threatened,

I would rip it from fucking
brain with bare hands.

All that matters

is the woman I love

stands before me once again.

Does she?

Or is it but faint spirit

haunting the memory of her body?

You have lost mind.

Hundreds dead, an arena
destroyed, and this is what you offer?

Lucretia to prostrate
herself in the market,

begging the gods to piss out
the flames that yet smolder?

Apologies.

Young Seppius is but
moved by passionate heart.

Glaber: I'm sure
the gods take notice

of his lack of faith.

Lucretia: We must humble
ourselves before the gods

in attempt to
regain their favor.

Glaber: Ritual will do much
to ease the people's fears.

Seppius: Better assuaged
by the capture of Spartacus.

My men sweep the countryside,
taking action in favor of prayer.

As they have for
months, to no result.

Yours have fared no better.

True.

The only one who
benefits from our divide

is the man who causes us injury.

And most keenly felt.

Your father's guidance
and even hand

is deeply missed.

His absence from this world

has set it upon end.

Seppia fell to similar heart

when our cousin Sextus was
snatched from life by Spartacus.

And she relives the moment
in Mercato's passing...

A family friend since
she was yet a child.

Glaber: Too many have been lost.

I would see no more
of note to follow.

Let us set difference aside,

join our men in common force,

one which will overwhelm
Spartacus and his murdering horde.

Yes, for the good of the people.

The city will praise you both,

our voices carrying to the
very steps of the Senate.

I would need to
consult with Varinius.

The very same man who
galloped back to Rome

while the stones of the
arena were yet falling?

Varinius moves
to distance himself

from all that has happened
here, including you.

Take my hand

and with it see more
lasting bond forged.

I will consider your proposal,

to give answer tomorrow.

Gallienus: A night's rest...

Loving sister may sway a
brother where others fail.

Gallienus: mind to be
certainly cleared by morning.

Seppius,

I would extend
invitation to your sister

in hopes that we may
find greater strength

in the beating of
two wounded hearts.

Gallienus: A thoughtful offer.

There is no deeper
solace for a woman

than in the bosom of her gender.

It would come as great comfort.

Gratitude.

I will arrange visit.

Your wife speaks
with swift thought.

Seppia will take words
to heart on the matter,

with Seppius to find them
better received from her lips.

Yes.

Your invitation may yet
prove to be welcome aid.

Come.

I would discuss
other matters with you.

Did I not tell you?

Together...

we will see ourselves
freed from this abyss.

I do not see the man.

You are certain he lives?

There were four others
held with him at the bottom.

He did not care for the company.

Their memory is
carved into his flesh,

joining the marks of the
other souls that he has taken.

What is it you seek
of such a beast?

What I seek of the Egyptian
is none of your concern.

I come under the authority

of Praetor Gaius
Claudius Glaber.

A noble title.

Yet absent the man himself,

I cannot break my charge.

Of course.

If you do not mind
waiting here with my men,

until I return with him...

Well, the day has
been long and hot.

I would have shade

and wine

to cool overheating concerns.

Let us see you to
the light, my friend...

and set hands to purpose.

You must keep
your left arm steady,

pull through to the cheek,

take breath and release.

Make attempt.

Pull through to cheek,

deep breath

and release.

Do not jerk from the string

but let it gently slip
from your fingers.

With practice, you will
be as the goddess Diana,

striking enemies from afar.

Donar.

I would accompany you.

I hold no interest in the bow.

We lay together once and you
expect us to never be parted?

You mistake me
for a fucking Gaul.

You seek Donar's affection now?

I seek only my
place in this world.

Then seize it with
your own hands,

not by the spreading
of your legs.

In two weeks time
a ship will dock here,

its hold laden with fighting
men captured by the Romans.

If a few of us
dressed as merchants

could gain entry before
they're unloaded...

Such a thing is possible.

Your labors have born fruit.

Not all is sweet.

News carries
through the streets...

Glaber has raised the bounty
on your head to 9,000 denarii.

It seems you have caught
nothing but Rome's attention.

You will find that a sour meal.

Were the Gauls not
fucking bad enough?

I have heard many tales
of the Undefeated Gaul.

A fine title.

Yet I recall you absent victory

when we faced Solonius's
men in the opening of the arena.

True. I was not awarded victory.

Yet I did not suffer
defeat in proper challenge.

Perhaps we will yet have one.

Perhaps.

It warms heart to know
that you were champion,

how much you desired it.

Yet it comes as a surprise

to see you here,
following a Thracian's lead.

Spartacus has opened my eyes.

We stand together.

Then why do you now sit

while he and the lumbering
oaf make plans that affect all?

I am taken by other concerns.

Naevia is your woman now?

I remember her when she
was yet a flower untouched.

What led her to be
so rudely handled?

My affections

and discovery of
them by Lucretia.

The heaviest price is
always paid by those we love.

You should carry
her far from Spartacus

and his foolish cause

before he drags
you all to your end.

Oenomaus awakes.

I am here only for words.

Which do you think

could ever hold meaning now?

That Melitta chose you.

That your heart was
cherished above all others.

Then why was she with
you the night she died?

To share a final drink before
I was to be sold to Tullius.

The only reason?

Whatever happened between us,

I am to blame,

not her,

never her.

I loved you as a brother.

And I you.

No.

You are a man that
stands only for himself

and would betray the gods

to gain what he desires.

Perhaps I was a fool

to have ever believed otherwise.

I see it every time
I close my eyes...

Spartacus hurling his spear,

Cossutius's final
gasping breath.

And Mercato...

Poor Mercato.

He will be sorely missed.

Apologies.

I babble on as if I am the
only one that has suffered loss,

and you grieve a
father's passing.

The heart is overwhelmed
by his absence.

You shall embrace him again,

as I shall Mercato

and beloved cousin Sextus.

Upon the shores
of the afterlife,

where my husband
Quintus patiently awaits.

And with him

countless other Romans of note,

all snatched from
this life too soon

by common foe.

The years between
you far outweigh mine,

yet do not think me naive.

You extend invitation
not to counsel grief,

but to maneuver me to
sway my brother's position.

- Seppia.
- He's been clear in his desire

that he, and he alone,

will bring our
common foe to justice.

And his passions, when
set, are not easily moved.

You have uncovered the veiled
schemes of two old women.

But know attempt springs
from wounded heart,

one shared between us all,
regardless of age or experience.

I looked into his eyes

when Spartacus stood
down upon the sands.

They burned with a fire that
would consume the world.

Glaber: And it shall,

if good men fail
to set quarrel aside

and face Spartacus as one.

As I have said to your wife,
my brother can be most difficult.

The fault is not his alone.

I regret not having
taken different path

towards more agreeable solution.

But know that I place
foot firmly upon it now.

I will have words

and attempt to set
him upon it beside you.

Most welcome
news, is it not, Gaius?

Yes.

Most welcome.

You are a ray of light in
a house mired in shadow.

Ah, forgive me.

Pressing matters
call my attention.

You are blessed
to hold such a man.

The gods grant only
what is deserved.

The men required
have been assembled.

Come then.

I would see if they are
all that you've promised.

Gannicus's bounty
is being prepared.

Come, let us take food.

You have honed it to fine edge.

Life would easily
run from veins,

if brought to bear upon flesh.

Naevia.

That is a name that
holds no meaning.

She was a different girl,

young and foolish,

ripped from this world

by rough hands and
hot breath upon neck.

The things she was
forced to do to survive...

We will go from this place,

find a new life
on distant shores,

beyond the shadow of Rome.

There is no place that
memory would not follow.

I cannot run from this.

What would you have me do...

Stand idle and
watch as you fade?

No, I would not have you watch.

I would have you teach

how to breathe again,

how to live,

how to fight,

so that no man will
ever lay hands on me

against my will

and the girl

whose name was
robbed may reclaim it.

We will have vengeance

for what the Romans have done.

Together we shall see them drown

in rivers of blood.

Man: Where has it gone?

- Nothing.
- Nor here.

Spartacus: Calm yourselves.

What moves to such fits?

Our remaining coin is missing.

Fuck the coin.
The map is gone...

Our position, plans
towards Neapolis.

Someone seeks to betray us
for promise of Glaber's reward.

Spartacus.

Gannicus.

You leave without words?

I have had them with Oenomaus.

What do you carry with you?

Water.

Meat caught by my
own fucking hands.

Our map takes
flight in your wake.

A thing I have seen
your gaze upon.

I am guilty of many things.

Betraying ill-fated cause
does not stand among them.

Remove yourself
from fucking path.

I knew you would lead these
men to their deaths eventually.

Is this the day you would do it?

They are but loyal...

A quality you seem
unfamiliar with.

No! Do not come between us.

I would show him what a
man with cause is capable of.

Your sword.

You fight in the
style of Dimachaerus.

Trained by Oenomaus himself.

Let me pass,

or put skill to final test.

We must stop this.

Spartacus has made
his desire known.

We shall honor it.

Spartacus!

Chadara!

Mira: She was trying to slip
away when all others stood fixed.

A fine shot.

I meant only to wound.

She took the map.

Why would she do such a thing?

Mira: She felt she had
no place among us.

She sought to
secure one elsewhere.

Apologies.

Your words prove true.

It has not always been so.

I would take to path now,

unless you would
seek further quarrel.

Go. Enough blood
has been spilled.

Do you stay?

We do.

Then I shall mourn your passing.

Is it wise to let him go?

Every man has a
right to his own choice.

Gannicus has made his.

And may yet prove a threat.

We have faced far worse.

The Egyptian and your
men prove themselves.

As promised.

See the bodies of the
slaves properly attended.

Draw no attention.

Apologies.

I could not wait till morning.

You wish to give
voice to my offer?

I fear it comes too late.

S-S-Seppia.

I've seen how close
you hold her to heart.

Leave this life
knowing she's safe

beneath my roof,

my hands to comfort
her in days to come.

Words no longer hold meaning.

And I've had too
many of them by fools

presuming themselves
to be my better.

Such days are at an end.

Your men are now mine

and, with their
addition to my own,

clear path to the end

of Spartacus.