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Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

They roar your name.

Soon they shall
roar yours as well

or mourn it, if your
mind is absent the task.

I'm yet to have word
on my wife and son.

I will not fight alongside a man
who is not clear to his purpose.

I am clear.

My purpose is blood.

Shield.

Oh yes!

Even chained to an inferior
gladiator, Spartacus prevails.

One would expect no less
from the champion of Capua.

See how he ignites the crowd.

His presence at
your son's birthday

will be the talk
of the republic.

A far cry from my own 15th year.

When I put on the toga virilis
and passed into manhood,

it was a stuffy, formal ceremony
ridden with corpses and hags.

Batiatus: My father
deemed himself an orator,

lulled our guests to slumber,
some never to reawaken.

We would not have
it so for Numerius.

Calavius: He's been
clamoring for a pair of your finest

to battle in exhibition
at his celebration.

Well, we would see
him well satisfied.

And by extension,
his noble father.

Though a thought strikes...
If you hold the celebration

beneath my humble roof,

then your boy can bear close
witness to all my gladiators.

Could we, Father? Please?

And the extra cost
for such generosity?

A favor between friends.

Received with much gratitude.

You're next, Spartacus.

Come here.

Are you certain it
won't cause imposition?

Place it from your thoughts.

A boy becomes a
man but once in his life.

He should be richly
indulged in his interests.

He never ceases
to tire of the games.

He's of the same
obsessive ilk as Ilithyia

regarding blood and sport.

Her absence comes as a surprise.

Has she returned to Rome,

absent farewells?

No.

She has been feeling unwell.

Nothing serious, I hope?

It will pass, as all things
born of a weak stomach.

His armor gives pause.

Then we shall aim higher.

Pull!

Oh.

Oh yeah!

I've never seen
anything like it.

Yeah!

Open the
gates! Open the gates!

Get up.

Spartacus.

Live to fight another day.

It pains me to watch
others claim your laurels.

Your pain will increase if you
continue to stand beside me.

Man: Well done, brother.

Well done.

- You fought well today.
- The gods favored me

to count you as ally.

Their favor extends
beyond the arena.

Aurelia.

I feared I would
never hold you again.

Ashur said he found only blood
when I sent him to you with message.

- Titus had returned.
- Did he hurt you?

I will see his heart
from his fucking chest.

The blood was not mine.

I cut him, deep and low.

He will never force
himself on a woman again.

Afterwards I sought refuge with
my brother's family in the hills.

The slave girl found me there,

by Spartacus's direction.

Thank the gods you're safe.

Where were they when
Titus first laid hands on me?

I still carry his child.

Nothing's changed, Varro.

The entire world has changed,

and I along with it.

The child...

It springs from your belly,

a part of you.

And I would love it as such

if you would have it so.

Your absence was noticed.

Absence?

The games.

You were supposed to join us.

I could not face prying eyes.

One look into mine and they
would have full knowledge...

Licinia's blood,

her skull steeped
between my fingers.

Jupiter's cock, would
you come to grips?

Licinia's murder
and your part in it

have been concealed.

The truth will only unfold

if your jaw splits and your
tongue unfurls in song.

What would you have me do?

Appear yourself,

absent conscience
of deeds unknown.

The magistrate's celebration
provides a perfect opportunity.

The venue turns to
my husband as host.

You won't even have to
move from under this roof,

my hand ever present
to steady your resolve.

You will guide me through this?

As trusted friend.

And as such, I require a favor.

We would swell the
ranks of celebration

with these noble citizens,

ones I'm certain
would accept the invite

from the daughter
of Senator Albinius.

Gather yourself.

See it done.

I owe you more
than I can ever repay.

If you had not sent
Mira to find my wife...

She has taken you back then?

And I will yet be the
man she deserves.

If not, I shall remind
you of your shortcomings.

Oh, it lifts the heart

to see a man reunited
with his woman.

Now you'll have someone
to weep for you when you die.

If I fall, it will
be in the arena,

as a gladiator.

You remember what
that is like, do you not?

Spartacus, Crixus,

you are summoned.

We are to fight each other?

Numerius has chosen.

He insisted on
drinking in the spectacle

of present glories
pitted against the past.

And his thirst shall
be satisfied, Dominus.

Keep in mind this
is an exhibition.

Blood may be spilled,
but only for show.

Serious punishment will be meted
out to the man who caused them.

We shall serve you
with honor, Dominus.

I expect no less.

Return to quarters.

Spartacus, remain.

What make you of Crixus?

Numerius insisted upon him, yet
with his wounds barely sealed...

He believes himself ready.

To a fault.

The ego bruises
deeper than the flesh.

He brought this house
great honor not long ago.

Do not overly embarrass the man.

I will give Numerius
a show, nothing more.

When I put on the toga
virilis, it was in this very room,

surrounded by my
father's champions.

Even then I knew that one day

my own titans would
eclipse them all,

none more so than Spartacus,

the bringer of rain.

Eh? Ha ha!

You honor me.

You stand above all others.

Continue on this path,

and we will have the world!

You have been avoiding me.

I have been tending my duties.

Your manner hardens.

I prefer it soft, as the moment
we shared not so long ago.

You mistake smile and
friendly touch beyond intent.

And the key that went
missing from my clasp

after your friendly touch?

It did not by mistake
draw into your palm, did it?

It did not.

And yet you tense from question.

Such reaction
warrants fair search.

My hands service Domina alone.

She would not be
pleased to have yours

laid upon me
without her consent,

or to learn a guard
has misplaced his key.

I would not have it so.

You have a reputation
for your handling of women.

Seek your loss among them

and do not press me
again with accusation.

You trust Ilithyia
not to come unhinged

in front of the magistrate?

I shall keep watchful
eyes upon her.

More watchful
than the last, I pray.

Everything worked
to our advantage.

Ilithyia's in our debt,
and through collection

we gained access to
the most noble of families.

She attends to the list?

She will draw all to the
magistrate's celebration,

so artfully placed
within our walls.

There must be no
cause for disappointment.

After the exhibition between
Spartacus and Crixus

has ignited his son,

I will broach the magistrate
on the subject of political office.

And be well received.

To behold Solonius's
face when he sees me

consort with the highest
echelon of Capua...

Solonius? And how should
he witness such a thing?

By invitation. I desire
his eyes upon me

when I am anointed
by the magistrate.

I want him to see that
as my fortunes rise,

his plummet.

You taunt an injured snake,

one that may yet
turn and strike.

Ease your mind.

The serpent's head will be
struck from its body in due course.

And Solonius will
never see it coming.

So you and Crixus battling
as entertainment, eh?

- Something the boy will never forget.
- It is only exhibition.

Dominus gave strict instructions

to avoid grievous injury.

I do not believe
he was listening.

Your Gaul is restored.

Lucretia: He is not alone.

The sun has revived what
the night had withered.

Due to kindness
of a dear friend.

And is that kindness returned?

The magistrate's celebration

will swell with all
names provided.

Gratitude.

Would that I had words
to multiply it in response.

Aw fuck.

My finger.

Yet the value of a friend
cannot be expressed

by the clever
grouping of letters.

It is blood and flesh,

granting life to the world.

You submit like a fucking girl
begging for a cock to split her open.

I was bested. What
would you have me do?

Rise and fight till
your final breath

or prove the name brother false.

Heard of
opportunities in Sicilia.

Had I been wise, we would have
moved there to escape my debts.

Yet the advice of my
wife fell short of its mark.

It is a distance to travel...

From a woman's
mouth to a man's ears.

I shall close the gap

from this point forward.

Aurelia tells me Sicilia is an
island blessed by the gods.

You must visit us there
when you gain freedom.

I no longer concern myself
with thoughts beyond these walls.

And nor should you.

A true champion
dreams only of the arena.

And what does one dream of
when he's no longer a champion?

Regaining the title from
the thief who stole it from me.

He stole nothing.

If I am a thief,

the crime was
witnessed by all of Capua

and is still
celebrated to this day.

Guard: Spartacus!

You are summoned.

The magistrate will arrive tomorrow,
well in advance of his guests,

to ensure that preparations
are to his standards.

While I reassure him,

I would have you tend the boy.

It's imperative that
he is well satisfied,

and by proximity
his noble father.

The name Batiatus
will be honored.

And envied
throughout the republic.

Spartacus: You move unwisely.

You play?

I've had occasion,

during my time
with the auxiliary.

By all means,

grace us with your knowledge.

It appears our champion has
no head for games of strategy.

Battles may be lost,

and yet the war
concludes in victory.

Ah, treacherous fuck.

Played like a true Roman.

Fall from your chair
and bring us some wine.

The Syrian could swindle
the scales from a snake,

but never command a charge.

Come, let us have a
contest between men.

Oh, your touch has been missed.

And thoughts of
yours consume me.

Soon you will feel the
hands of a champion

once again upon you.

The match with
Spartacus is but exhibition.

I know the crowd as my heart.

They will yearn for blood,

and I shall give it to them.

Dominus forbids injury.

To make attempt on
Spartacus's life is to...

Is to risk your own.

This is my life.

If not champion,

I am nothing.

Then I must be without my mind

to love only the man.

Yes.

And I relish your madness.

Oh, fuck the heavens.

How can you keep besting a
man so far above your station?

I sprung from my mother
with sword in hand.

The ways of battle
are second nature,

passed down from father to son.

I regret my own father never saw

the advantage of military glory,

never saw the spoils
that could be won,

the patronage, the alliances
forged had he taken up arms.

He aspired to be no
further than what he was...

A simple lanista,

far from Rome.

You and I, however...

We have fashioned
wings to raise us higher

than the muck and
mire of heritage,

higher than our fathers
could ever imagine.

Quintus.

What stirs such a
vision from her dreams?

My husband not beside me.

Spartacus was helping
me hone my game.

Over a cup of wine?

Gratitude for the instruction.

Have your senses flown,

to share drink with a slave?

I drink with the
champion of Capua.

Crixus was a champion,

yet no cup was
ever raised with him.

Crixus is a brute.

Spartacus is different.

We owe our good
fortune to the man.

He's beneath you.

And tomorrow we play
hosts to Capua's finest.

Such behavior
would be spat upon.

They spit only to
stroke their own cocks.

Spartacus is the reason the
magistrate graces our house,

along with all the
shits that follow.

They come to see you,

a man ascended to the heavens.

And Spartacus is merely
the beast that you ride upon.

You and Varro
fought as if brothers.

Your victory was
a glorious sight.

Man: Did you see
the key, huh? Huh?

Don't suppose you
know anything about that?

- Spartacus.
- Still your tongue.

What grievance has
the woman given?

- None which concerns you.
- She is known to me.

This one is known to
every cock in the villa.

Move off.

Tell me her grievance!

I gave you command.

Spartacus! What is the
fucking meaning of this?

Speak.

Your man attacks
Mira without cause.

What reason have you for
laying hands on one of my slaves?

The girl is a thief.

I stole nothing.

What exactly do you
believe she has stolen?

Nothing of worth.

Go.

You overstep. A
month's wages forfeited.

Press further

and coin will be
replaced by blood.

Remove yourself.

Dominus.

Apologies.

Do not fucking speak!

I defend your worth to my
wife, only to turn and find you

shitting in my fucking house.

If the toga virilis
were not tomorrow,

I would have you lashed

until the flesh peeled
from your back.

Lay hands on one
of my guards again,

and you will receive far worse.

Dominus.

You attack a guard,
yet escape punishment?

Being champion is
not without advantage.

I must remember to
stay close to your side.

Perhaps a swath of your
good fortune will rub off on me.

Your efforts would be better
focused protecting your flank.

Oh fuck.

Magistrate Calavius,

the House of
Batiatus welcomes you

on this glorious day...

A young boy enters my
doors, but leaves a man.

Gratitude for your hospitalities.
We are in your debt.

As are we all.

Ilithyia.

I'd begun to fear
for your health.

A momentary lapse.

I've been tended to with
most compassionate care

within these walls.

- Where are the gladiators?
- Numerius.

He couldn't sleep last
night for excitement.

Batiatus: Who can
blame him, to stand among

the greatest titans of the
republic, his to command?

Mine? Really?

Each of my proud
warriors has been instructed

to regard your orders
as if from my own lips.

Flavius will be
filled with great envy.

As he should, even
more so when he hears

the champion of Capua himself

- has given you a tour of the ludus.
- Spartacus?

He awaits your presence, with
the permission of your father.

I would have better fortune
reining Apollo's horses.

Guards, escort young
Numerius to the training square.

I've never seen
him in higher spirits.

The House of Batiatus
has such an effect.

Have you ever witnessed
a view from their balcony?

It simply overwhelms the senses.

Come, let us gaze
upon Capua's perfection.

And give the men
a private moment

to discuss how
ravishing their women are.

Ilithyia resides with you?

For the moment, a valued friend.

With connection to the senate
in both husband and father...

Value indeed.

One must choose one's
company with exceeding care.

Or else be dragged down by them.

Preparations are in order?

Set as if the boy was
my own. Ease all concern.

This night will be etched

in the memories
of all in attendance.

What is it like having
the life of another

resting in your hands?

My sword may
deliver the final blow,

but a gladiator's
fate is for the crowd

and the editor to decide.

You have no wall
over by the cliff.

The very reason I find
it best not to train there.

Has anyone ever fallen below?

I've witnessed but one.

Come.

It's been a long time
since last we trained.

Let us see what you remember.

The magistrate's
son graces our sands,

and this is what greets him?

Would that I had an
opponent worthy of his interest.

I would spar with you.

I meant a real gladiator.

Crixus shows impeccable form.

Hmm.

I shall prove otherwise
at your ceremony tonight.

Anyone else dare challenge?

Our fight is not yet finished.

Stand down, pup,

before your shriveling
cock wets the sand.

The man is beaten.

In body, perhaps.

A confrontation is
often not won by force,

but by will.

Stay down, you ignorant shit.

Enough!

The man is soundly
defeated, yet treated as victor.

A sign of respect

for his courage.

Doctore: See him to the medicus.

Is every day like this?

I was unaware you possessed
such a skilled hand at latrunculi.

Well, I consider myself a
student of military strategy.

To win one must maneuver to
catch one's opponent unawares.

As it is in war,

so it is in politics.

Another subject of my interest.

- Perhaps...
- Numerius: Father!

Spartacus gave me his
sword so I could practice.

Numerius, you are filthy.

I fear he will form
a crust if not sent to water.

No, we shall see him well
prepared before the guests arrive.

Naevia, escort
Numerius to the baths.

Yes, Domina.

Just through here.

There is yet much
the boy in him.

For but a moment longer.

Tonight Numerius becomes a man.

Clean?

Or do you yet require
a hard scrubbing?

No, I am...

I am...

Yes, you are.

Nothing more sensual
than a warm bath...

mm, the water
caressing your skin.

Your eyes seem rather fixed.

Apologies.

None required.

This is your night, Numerius,

one that occurs but
once in a man's lifetime.

I am filled with
much excitement.

Of course you are.

Your life unfolds before you...

Many glories, many honors,

many pleasures.

The choices you make tonight

will ripple through time,

altering fates and destinies.

So much rests in your hands.

And I would see
them properly filled.

Woman: Mm, very nice.

Then you jump up and
stab him down like that.

A fine celebration, Batiatus.

I've never seen
the boy so happy.

Let us call him a boy no longer.

Does he not appear to you a man?

He does seem to stand
taller, does he not?

By quite some measure.

Soon he will rival the
stature of his honored father.

It gives great pride to know

I have such an heir to
carry the name Calavius.

Every house should
be so blessed.

I believe your son will
do extraordinary things.

I for one cannot
wait to see them.

It appears the wife of the
legatus yet harbors a grudge.

She is a cat absent claws.

Varro: Yet fangs remain.

Gratitude for last night.

The man overstepped.

I merely made correction.

Still,

the heart swells
at such kindness.

Then see it deflate.

I would have done the
same for any woman.

You are an ass.

The champion of Capua,
always making friends.

I need but one.

Fortunate, since it
appears one is all you have.

Her husband is mad with worry.

Licinia has completely vanished.

She slipped away in the night
absent slaves and not seen since.

A proper woman should
never travel without escort.

Her cousin good
Crassus has offered

substantial reward
for her discovery,

larger still towards
punishment if harm's been done.

But who would wish such a
thing upon a relation of Crassus?

Why, that would be madness.

It is revelation what we are
capable of when pushed to brink.

Or pulled.

Well, there can only be one
cause to slip out in the night

absent slaves or husbands.

Oh.

She is married
to a fat little man

who sprouts hair as if beast.

Who could blame her,

flown to the arms of
another, as Helen to Paris?

Solonius: I fear Rome
must be absent her beauty,

for tonight the
jewels of the republic

stand glittering
before me in Capua.

Good Solonius, you
decided to attend.

Who could resist
such divine company?

Batiatus: Do my eyes deceive?

Solonius, come from
the shadow to the light,

embrace me as brother.

Would that blood were our bond.

I almost did not recognize you,

so gaunt of cheek.

- Are you quite well?
- My health has never been better.

Sadly the same can't be said for
your fortunes in the arena, huh?

Have you had opportunity
to greet the magistrate?

He was deep in conference
with the consularis when I arrived.

As the evening
wears, I am certain

he will find time for the
less significant guests.

Gratitude for the invitation.

I hope soon to return the favor.

Did you see the
look upon his face?

He has the rictus of a
man dying a slice at a time.

Lucretia: I would have the
fatal cut in a single stroke.

Oh, I prefer as many
strokes as possible,

to maximize the pleasure.

I was unaware you had
taste for such exotic treats.

We cannot be seen together.

I find it curious that Batiatus
would extend me invitation.

What is he planning?

To humiliate you
before the magistrate.

Your master swims
in deep waters.

Someday soon he shall
disappear beneath the waves.

Come, gather, esteemed guests

and those of a more
questionable repute.

Tonight the House
of Batiatus is humbled

to help celebrate a
most glorious occasion.

The son of Magistrate Calavius

casts off the robes of a boy

and becomes a proper Roman man.

Yet before he
dons the toga virilis,

let us honor him

with sport and blood,

a contest between the
present and the past.

Spartacus, champion of Capua,

step forward.

Crixus, former champion, step...

Wait.

I fear Crixus has seen
his best day passed.

I would have Varro
fight in his place.

You are the editor,
young master,

your will our hands.

Varro, step forward.

Did you have hand
in my elevation?

The boy's change
comes a surprise.

It seems the gods
favor us both now.

Honor the boy.

Honor the ludus.

Numerius insults
Crixus in our own house.

Let it pass.

The magistrate's happiness
is our only concern.

Come, Numerius.

These men, these titans of
the arena await your command.

Let us give them a show.

Begin.

My fucking flank.

Protect it,

and next time it may be
you who stands victorious.

Batiatus: Spartacus...
Still the champion of Capua.

And Varro... A
formidable opponent,

one to watch
closely in the arena.

Come, Numerius,

pass judgment on
our fallen warrior.

Apologies, Magistrate, it was
agreed this was an exhibition only,

not a fight to the death.

There must be blood.

Father.

Numerius has made his decision.

I will reimburse you
the cost of the man.

Proceed.

Do we have a problem, Batiatus?

I said proceed.

Varro: Don't.

Don't.

They will kill us both.

There is no choice.

There is always a choice.

Not this time.

Spartacus.

Live

and see my family provided for.

And know

I would have done the same.

I am forever indebted to
your hospitality, Batiatus.

Think nothing of it. A
favor for a dear friend.

He calls for blood
without hesitation.

Such boldness will one
day lead him to the senate.

The noblest of ambitions.

I myself have designs
towards political office.

Is that so?

Well, not the senate, not
so soon, but something local.

I would speak to you of
support, perhaps tomorrow.

I leave for the
coast on business.

Well, when you return then.

Politics is too dull for a
man of your persuasion.

You would ache for the
sights and sounds of the arena.

A sacrifice I would gladly
make in the service to Rome.

Batiatus, you
are a fine lanista,

perhaps the finest
in all the republic,

but politics... It
requires a different sort.

Solonius: Citizens of status,
with the proper heritage.

Calavius: Just so.

Relish what you know best.

Leave politics to the
men with breeding for it.

Come, good Solonius.

We have not had occasion
to speak this evening.

The magistrate's response?

To be answered in blood.