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Yes!

Spartacus!

Victor again!

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

It's a marvel good
Solonius has any men left.

Must the Thracian
appear in every primus?

Does the house of Batiatus not deem
another gladiator worthy of spectacle?

They have no one else of note.

Crixus will return
to glory presently.

- As you say.
- A welcome addition.

I grow tired of seeing this
Thracian and his victories.

Perhaps something of
note to erase the tedium.

I purchase a fresh batch of
slaves at auction tomorrow,

to be trained as gladiators.

We would be honored if you
would grace us at the unveiling.

What sort of beasts
shall you procure?

Only the most ferocious,

to be displayed
for your pleasure.

Auctioneer: females.

We'll begin again
with the males.

Quickly quickly, make way.

Hurry up.

Our next auction
is about to begin.

Patrons of Capua, please gather.

Fortune favors us...

A fine selection, enough
coin to take our pick.

Your competitor approaches.

Solonius, my
heart brims with joy.

I had hoped to see you here, buying
new men for Spartacus to slaughter.

Batiatus,

now purse-proud and
so potent with charm.

How quickly Fortuna
shifts her blessings, huh?

A fact that beloved Ovidius
was unexpectedly made aware of.

You speak truth. His
murder was a deep tragedy.

Indeed. One can never know

who is plotting
violence, can one?

Or when they may commit the act.

- Auctioneer: Good citizens of Capua...
- The auction begins, Dominus.

To business then.

Auctioneer: Behold the finest
offering of flesh and bone...

The Gaul Segovax
will demand expense,

and perhaps the German brothers

Duro and Agron.

- The others?
- Of little worth.

Let us begin with a Celtic Gaul

of imposing virtues.

I give you Segovax,

skin... his armor,

hands... his steel.

Who would claim such a man?

Bid.

- Five denarii.
- Five denarii from good Vibius.

10 denarii.

- 12.
- 15.

20.

25 denarii.

I grow tired of bidding.

100 denarii.

- Woman: 100?
- 100?

For the entire lot.

Sold to Batiatus,

savior of Capua.

With respect, Dominus,

your coin far
exceeds their value.

Fuck value.

None can be placed on seeing

that cock-eater's pride
ground beneath my heel.

Solonius, consider the whores.

Perhaps you will have better
fortune fighting women in the arena.

Have I not pleased you, Domina?

Does your cock stand dry?

I fear you have not quaked.

Apologies.

My wounds have
yet to fully heal.

Well, you will recover
and all will be as it was.

Forgive me.

Dominus returns from the market.

Get out.

What would you have me do?

If I refuse, Domina
will grow suspicious.

I know.

I perform as weakly as I can,

hoping she will lose interest.

I am not angry with you.

It's only...

I find it difficult

that you and Domina
share what we have not

for some time.

You alone occupy my thoughts.

You're gonna die! You're
gonna die! You're gonna die!

I'm gonna kill you. You're dead.

I'm gonna kill you.
You're dead. You're dead.

Yeah, you're dead.
You're all dead.

What is beneath your feet?

Sand.

Fucking idiot.

Spartacus.

Sacred ground, Doctore,

watered with tears of blood.

Your tears. Your blood.

Your pathetic lives, forged
into something of worth.

Five denarii on
the fool who spoke.

Listen. Learn.

And perhaps live

as gladiators.

Now attend your master.

Batiatus: You have been blessed,

each and every one of you,

to find yourselves here

at the ludus of Quintus
Lentulus Batiatus,

purveyor of the finest
gladiators in all of the republic.

Prove yourselves in
the hard days to follow.

Prove yourselves more
than a common slave,

more than a man. Fail and die.

Your husband speaks as my
father would before the senate.

- He's quite the orator.
- The tongue of Apollo.

Batiatus: Succeed

and stand proud among my titans!

Batiatus! Batiatus! Batiatus!

A gladiator does not fear death.

He embraces it,
caresses it, fucks it.

- Each time he enters the arena...
- What make you of the new men?

Doctore: he slips his
cock into the mouth...

They are spectacles.

I find myself growing quite fond of
this sordid business of gladiators.

Perhaps you should consider
purchasing one of your own.

A gladiator? I could never.

Doctore: Listen. Learn.

Could I?

Choose a recruit and he is
yours... For a nominal fee, of course,

such funds to cover the expense
of his upkeep and his training.

Every victory in the arena
is an honor to his domina.

Doctore: The only thing that
does is the sound of my voice.

Who should I choose?

Doctore: The sand
beneath your feet...

May I offer a suggestion
to aid your dilemma?

- Doctore: You will learn to worship it.
- Doctore.

Our honored guest wishes
to assess the recruits' virtus.

Remove your cloths!

I wish to alter my bet...

Everything on the one
with the horse cock.

The one on the left.

Segovax, the Gaul.

He has truly been
blessed by the god Priapus.

Batiatus: A fine specimen.

We must celebrate.

See to the wine.

Has a man ever had such a wife?

She but loves her husband
and would see him elevated.

Ilithyia: A gladiator of my own,

mined from the
same lands as Crixus.

The envy of my friends
shall spread like locusts,

their hearts devoured.

Who would you torture so?

No one of my
acquaintance, I hope.

Doubtful. Caecilia, Aemilia,

Licinia.

Licinia, cousin to
Marcus Crassus?

The wealthiest man in Rome,
according to him at least.

Licinia in particular
enjoys the games,

more so the beasts
who do battle in them.

You must make invitation
for a private introduction

to your man Segovax
here at the villa.

These are proper Roman women.

They only mingle with
families of equal standing.

Perhaps it's for the best.

Seeing your man in the flesh
would only inflame their envy.

I will arrange it.

And I shall even help
you with your hair.

We must make you look suitable
for such elevated company.

Shit baking in the sun.

Seems only yesterday we
were of a similar position.

Much has changed.

You became the fucking
champion of Capua,

your myth to echo
for a thousand years.

And I...

Became a good friend.

Varro, the dice call your name.

And Varro answers.

You continue to gamble?

A few coins to pass the time.

You fucking wait until
gladiators have filled their bellies.

Crixus, let them eat.

They must embrace
pain and suffering

to become gladiators.

This is how it is done.

Not by you.

Let them eat.

Spartacus,

the kind and gentle one.

Do not mistake me, Crixus.

I give no shit about these men.

But you are no longer

the champion of Capua.

You do not take lead here.

You follow.

The man who follows
is forever at your back...

Something to consider, champion.

Fucking Gauls.

Much gratitude.

Men should not die
with empty stomachs.

Rhaskos.

Mm, end of the month already?

According to the
calendar you cannot read.

Your winnings amount
to three and a half denarii.

Preserve coin or
indulge yourself.

When do I ever
take coin over gash?

I expect her ass to be
returned free of blood.

Ashur, you pass
my cell by mistake.

Where is my coin?

The mistake is yours.
You do not fight...

You are entitled to
neither coin nor cunt.

The dominus shall
hear about this.

Oh,

his very hand set the names.

Perhaps next month you should
find yourself again among them,

should your wounds ever heal.

Ashur: Varro, a moment.

Your victories amass much coin.

Shall I see it transferred
to your wife as usual

or...

would you prefer a small portion

applied towards more
pressing concerns?

That tiny man is the
fucking champion of Capua?

Fucking Romans swell his
legend to their advantage.

- We could easily best the man, Agron.
- Spartacus defeated Theokoles

and the skies wept
to honor his victory.

The two of you would present
challenge equal to piss and shit.

You find my words amusing?

Your words... no.

The stupid fuck that speaks
them... Very fucking amusing.

Segovax: Spartacus is a
man to be held as an example.

The slave ignites the arena.

One day the flames
shall set him free.

I've witnessed such a thing...

The roar of the crowd
demanding a gladiator

be granted freedom for
his showing in the arena.

You haven't even earned the
mark of the fucking brotherhood

- and you cluck about freedom.
- Segovax is right.

Spartacus shows us the way.

I will train as he trains,

every thrust and counter
committed to memory.

And one day

I too will become a
legend in the arena.

His wounds need yet more time.

How much longer?

A fortnight or two,
perhaps three.

Jupiter's cock.

Man: His recovery may
be aided by certain herbs

absent the apothecary.

Dominus, I've been
without sword for too long.

Let me resume training.

I will see all on
the list procured.

Heed Medicus's warning.

Your sword will return to
your hand soon enough.

Ashur: Mandragora, henbane, lye,

thorn apple, hemlock,
belladonna, half a dozen more...

Substantial lists
requiring substantial coin.

Batiatus: Procure
the highest quality.

Ashur: A justified expense,
should remedy result.

May the gods see it fucking so.
Too many days pass without progress.

When Doctore suffered
a wound from Theokoles,

did they require equal
time in the healing?

Considerably less.

There might be a blessing
hidden among such a curse.

Talk of Crixus's true condition
surely has not escaped

beyond these walls... yet.

Your meaning?

Inquiries for his purchase could
be made in a delicate fashion.

My visit to the market
could serve dual purpose.

Remove the thought. There'll
be no talk of selling Crixus.

I only fear for the
future, Dominus...

One that does not see
Spartacus erased from it.

Straighten your fucking
tongue and speak plainly.

Yesterday I witnessed the hatred
Crixus cultivates towards Spartacus

grow beyond measure.

If in his mad passion Crixus
were to make attempt on his life...

Batiatus: Solicit numbers
from Sextus Vibius alone.

Word of Crixus's stunted
recovery must not spread.

I wish only to discover
his current value.

You would sell Crixus?

I would explore all
avenues of reason.

Which has flown if you
consider such a thing.

Crixus will fight again.

But will he ever be
the man he was?

Give him time to heal, Quintus.

He bleeds when
pierced, as does any man.

The crowds do not see a man. They
see a god, and we present him as such.

Should that myth
evaporate, so goes his worth.

Then we'll find
worth in another role.

Surely his knowledge would
aid instruction to the lower men.

We already have a doctore,
the finest in any ludus.

He could work beside you then.

Crixus has no head for numbers.
The sword is his only purpose.

He's part of the
family, Quintus.

He is a fucking slave.

This house, this family
is a business, Lucretia.

As much regret results from
selling a gladiator like Crixus,

when the time arrives, and
it fucking will for them all,

it's a necessity that
must be swallowed.

No decision has yet been made.
He may still prove himself fit.

Turn your mind towards
Ilithyia and her friends.

Win their favor and see
this family rise ever higher.

Good.

But you lower your
shield when you thrust.

It leaves you open
from shoulder to neck.

Again.

Naevia: Crixus.

What are you doing?

Doctore's gaze misses nothing.

A risk made necessary
by unfortunate events.

Has something happened to you?

I am ever safe. But Dominus...

He considers selling
you to another master.

You're mistaken.

Ashur has been sent
to market for herb...

and to question Vibius
on his interest towards you.

Vibius...

A master of shits and mongrels.

The glory I have
earned this ludus...

This is my fucking reward.

Crixus, you must prove to Dominus
that your time has not passed.

Doctore: To step onto
the sand as a gladiator

is the highest position
a slave can pray for.

Prove yourselves.

Earn the mark of
the brotherhood.

You strike a solid blow

against an ill-trained fool
who taints the name of Gaul.

He may be a fool,

but he is one
who is fit to train.

Again.

You doubt that I
am fully healed?

'Cause I will show
you otherwise.

Doctore, Crixus
offers a demonstration

to the benefit of the recruits.

Shall I indulge?

He believes himself ready.

As do I.

Segovax, your sword and shield.

Attend!

Man: Show him who's
champion, Crixus.

Show me.

Spartacus: He attacks boldly

to hasten victory...

counter to proper training.

Spartacus: Defeat is
delivered not only by the sword,

but also the crowd.

Fall from their grace,

and you may never
rise to former glories.

A true gladiator

is taught to embrace
pain and suffering...

to fight until life flees
from his worthless body.

Learn from this man

or share his fate.

Batiatus: Spartacus.

Return to training.

Dominus.

Doctore: Rhaskos, Hamilcar,

see him to the medicus.

A fine offer, good Vibius.

I shall hasten to
present it to my master.

A moment, slave.

You frequent the
market absent Batiatus?

I conduct important
business on his behalf.

Regarding the former
champion of Capua?

I discuss no
business of the like.

Oh, I would, if found
in your position.

Crixus is champion in name only.

He is but limbs dangling
from a skewered trunk.

Your master would be well served
pawning him off on a toad like Vibius.

Your concern for my
master is well received.

My concern is not for him

but about him.

Are your ears receptive?

I cannot stop a free
man from speech.

Were Batiatus to seek reprisal for
offenses he believes I have made,

I would wish warning in advance.

I am a villain.

But I'm not your villain.
Seek another slave.

Loyalty can become
a crushing weight,

if not braced by proper support.

When your back begins to break,

you'll find my shoulders
broad and welcoming.

Spartacus: You overreach.

And here is the result.

Do not address me
as you would a recruit.

Then do not act like one.

Words of import from
the mighty Spartacus,

bringer of rain,

slayer of Theokoles.

As if you stood against
him on your own.

Without my aid

you would have nothing,

not even your miserable life.

True.

But here I stand.

And there you sit.

You know shit about
being a champion,

of being a true brother.

You are only playing
at your own part.

And one day the game will end.

Death comes to us all.

Press me again,

and you shall find yours.

Lucretia: Gratitude for joining us
this evening at the house of Batiatus.

Indeed Ilithyia has
spoken so very highly of you

that I feel as if I'm
with old friends.

Well, that's a disadvantage.

Ilithyia neglected to mention

she was acquainted with
the wife of good Batiatus.

I am sure I must have.

She is quite the bitch,
if you have not noticed.

Which is why we love her so.

I grow rather
fond of her myself.

Mm, I could use a cup
of wine to wet the tongue.

You could be drowning
and gurgle the same.

- Mm, is this Sestian?
- Philonian.

Mm, she is trying
hard, is she not?

Only because I have told her
how important you are to me.

Yes, we all love each other and
have orgies under the new moon.

Now tell us stories.

Yes, tell us everything
about this horrid place.

She means the ludus below.

- Do I need an interpreter?
- Apparently.

Do be quiet. Let her speak.

How do you live
among such beasts?

My husband sees them well tamed.

I pray not fully.

- Licinia.
- Some instinct remains,

so that they may yet unleash
their savagery in the arena.

I would go insane here,
surrounded by all these animals,

high atop this mountain.

Would you not prefer
to live in the city,

surrounded by real people?

I find that we are
perfectly located.

I need only step
out onto my balcony

and all of Capua
kneels at my feet.

Well stated.

But are you not bored
up here, all alone,

nothing but slaves and beasts,

not even children to occupy...?

Boredom?

Impossible with so
many distractions.

I stay quite occupied.

Each day brings
with it opportunity.

Yesterday, in fact,

six new recruits
began their training,

one of whom fights
under Ilithyia's patronage.

Ilithyia, Claudius
gave you approval?

He does not know.

A few coins parceled
from my allowance.

He will kill you
when he finds out.

And I will kill the first
who tells, Caecilia.

Mm, a gladiator of your
own. May we see him?

Of course he's
not yet a gladiator.

He must pass the final test before
he earns the mark of Batiatus.

Oh, so he is only a slave then?

Oh, for the time being, but...

I would lay eyes
upon a real gladiator.

Yes.

A champion. Bring Spartacus up.

Spartacus? Oh yes, you must.

Bring up the champion.

Let us all revel
in his presence.

Gratitude...

For your aid in
my training today.

I would be eager
to hear any advice

to further my cause.

Your cause?

Victories in the arena

and freedom.

Forsake any thoughts of freedom

and the life you once
had beyond these walls.

Accept your fate

or be destroyed by specters
of a past never to return.

Spartacus, you are summoned.

Mm, he stands as
Mars, ready for war.

Is there truth to the legends?

Gladiators share
the blood of the gods?

The mighty Crixus...
Most certainly.

There was a man truly
blessed by the gods.

When will we see
him in the arena again?

Soon.

What of you, Spartacus?

Are you a blessing to us?

To some.

To others a curse.

A duality of his kind...

Admired as a gladiator,

yet despised as a slave.

He is much more
than a common slave.

You can feel it
radiating from his flesh.

I have heard tale of a champion's blood
possessing many restorative powers.

A few drops in a glass of wine is
said to make a man hard for days.

Lucretia: Such are the legends.

Well, I would test them
for myself if I could.

Certainly. I'll send a
messenger with a vial.

I would have it now.

May I have the honor?

Take care not to cut too deeply.

The legend does call for the blood
of a dead gladiator, does it not?

But such details
should not concern us.

Spartacus will
die soon enough...

to the roar of the crowd.

I do not believe he will
ever fall in the arena.

He is a god among men.

He's nothing but a Thracian dog.

His treachery dishonored Rome.

It is your husband
who bears the dishonor.

Guards.

He abandoned defenseless
women and children,

left them to be
raped and murdered.

Get him out of here.

- What a bold tongue.
- Apologies.

Were he my slave, I
would have him crucified.

For what? Speaking the truth?

We've all heard the
rumors about your husband.

The hour grows late,
and I'm expected.

Gratitude for a most
interesting evening.

And one that begs a repeat soon.

Apologies.

None required.

You will soon learn
that women of note

have a rabid taste for the
embarrassment of their friends.

Well, I would not
see mine treated so.

May I have words with
Segovax before I take my leave?

I wish to bid my man good
fortune in the days to follow.

Fuck.

Varro: Ah, my fortune returns.

Varro.

I'm of a winning mind.
Save your words of caution.

I'm not here for words.

I'm here for dice.

You and dice?

I am of a mood tonight.

I would have
distraction and coin.

The rules then.

Should I need
instruction, I shall ask.

Leave us.

Do you know who I am, slave?

Apologies.

I do not.

I am your domina.

My coin pays for your training,

water, food,

the very air you breathe.

Survive to receive the mark,

and you will
become my gladiator,

my champion.

Domina.

Please me,

and the rewards
will be substantial...

Wine, women,

even freedom perhaps.

You desire such a thing...

Freedom?

Yes, Domina.

There is something I desire.

See it attended to,

and your freedom
will be secured.

Spartacus should never
have been summoned.

I had little choice.

Ilithyia and the man
should be kept separate.

Throwing them
together invites calamity.

The risk bore fruit.

Licinia intimates another visit.

Spartacus her purpose?

Undoubtedly.

Then we shall accommodate.

Her cousin good Crassus
owns the fucking heavens,

even if he is not currently
favored by his fellows in the senate.

Your efforts raise
us ever higher.

And how do yours fare?

Have you received
offers for Crixus?

I meet Vibius tomorrow.

Vibius?

His ludus is in Damascus.

Crixus will fare better in the
smaller venues until he is healed.

Well, tomorrow then.

His glory fades.

I would not have it
extinguished beneath my roof.

Damascus?

Dominus meets
with Vibius tomorrow.

I've never seen Damascus.

Do you think I'll like it?

You cannot go.

The decision is made.

Even Domina doubts me.

I see it in her eyes.

Then convince her otherwise.

My words carry no weight.

I do not speak of words.

You would have me do this?

I would have you stay.

The coin you lost to me.

Which makes it yours.

You are a fool.

You have thrown dice before.

I turned from such
things years ago

for my wife.

You are a better man than I.

- Do not forget why you are here, Varro.
- Remove your hand.

You dishonor your family.
You dishonor your own wife.

My wife is a whore.

She carries another man's child.

How did this come to be?

A friend from the marketplace.

She claims he forced
his way onto her, but...

- And you find fault with her?
- She did not fight.

Had you not left to pay your
debts, she would not have had to.

She lives, Varro.

She lives.

You may yet hold
her in your arms...

A thought a decent
man would cherish.

My husband is at market
on business concerning you.

He believes your
day may have passed.

And you?

I pray he is mistaken.

And your gods...

Do they answer your prayers?

They're silent.

Then let us crack
open the heavens

and gain their attention...

remove any doubt

that my day has passed.

She seemed pleased.

- Naevia.
- You did what you had to,

what I asked of you.

Dominus is already at market,

speaking with Vibius.

There is nothing that
cannot be undone.

You are a good man, Crixus.

The gods will not
see you treated so.

They now favor Spartacus.

They give no shit for me.

Forgive me, champion.

You'd kill a fellow Gaul

to save a man you hate?

I did not save Spartacus.

I saved a brother
who shares the mark.

You have earned a glorious death

and will die at the
hands of a gladiator.

I leave these walls
for a fucking moment

and a recruit tries
to kill Spartacus,

Ilithyia's own fucking man?

And he would have
succeeded, if it weren't for Crixus.

His day's not past.

Oh fuck!

Send a note to Vibius.
Crixus is no longer for sale.

Oh, I fear the terms
are already agreed upon.

Well, fuck the terms!
Should he have issue,

he can reason to my cock.

Ah, the snake arrives,
walking as if human.

I pray I have not
missed the test.

Delayed due to most
unfortunate events.

Spartacus, the champion of Capua,
was attacked unawares in the baths.

Attacked?

By your recruit... Segovax.

How unfortunate.

For your man... yes.

He had to be
punished, of course.

Spartacus yet lives.

Yet.

Your man would not
speak as to his reason,

even when parted from his cock.

He gave you no sign of cause

when you met with
him last night, did he?

No. It is a mystery.

I will regain my
position, champion.

And I welcome the attempt.