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[ heavy breathing ]

[ muffled yelling ]

Aaaaarrrrghhhhh!

That is no boy,
but fucking demon.

Belched from the cunt
of the underworld.

Your presence in the Pits
comes as welcome surprise.

When word that Titus Batiatus
graced us with his presence-

Where did you find him?

He's with a pack of Numidians
purchased from Maalok.

The others fell
within the week.

This one proves too dim
to sniff out their trail.

Has he any training?

Training? A rabid dog would
be more agreeable pupil.

Barely answers
to the name given him.

All men can be tamed.
No matter how wild.

One must only find
an ember of purpose,

and give it breath.

I give no shit to embers.

Coin warms my breast.

And the price to see
you so inflamed?

Ten denarii
and the boy is yours.

To train, to fuck...

whatever you would
have of him.

Eight.

Eight?
You appear as honorable man,

yet attempt to slip cock in ass.

If I held such desire,
you would be split in two.

I give you this bargain,

only to entice
further purchases.

Rise. Greet your new master,
Oenomaus.

It is time.

Filthy animals.

Living in offal and shit
beneath the city.

If we'd known they were there,

we would be riding towards Rome
with news of Spartacus' death.

Now they could be anywhere.

He would have left
the city to rougher terrain.

It will be no simple task
to sweep such an area.

More men would
spur to purpose.

Attempts to raise soldiers
have born shriveled fruit.

It is the fault of Seppius.

He's secured every man
familiar with sword as his own.

Then perhaps it's time
we called in call his support.

He is Varinius' man.

Not worthy of such invitation.

And yet his men
prove a necessity.

If we had them
in the marketplace,

Spartacus would never have
found himself so close to you.

The gods conspire
against you.

Return to your quarters.

They demand proper offering.

One of blood and sacrifice.

You speak of ritual?

To restore this house.

And to force our enemies
to their knees.

See yourself to market
to gather what you require

when sun greets day.

We shall confer with Seppius.

I'll will make arrangement.

You believe the gods
will heed your prayers?

If my cause is just.

Then entreat them

to divine where Spartacus
has gone to ground.

Before the villain robs
another Roman of his life...

Tiberius, I would finish.

Place cock in ass.

My robes!

Quickly!

Strike fear
and quiet concern.

Our quarrel is not with you.

It's with those that would
place themselves your master.

A title that bears
no meaning to us.

Nor to you now,
should you wish it so.

You are presented choice,
as we once were.

To submit forever
to Roman cruelty...

or take up arms
and to join us in freedom.

And who are you,
to present such fucking offer?

I am Spartacus.

Still your fucking tongues!

Are you the dominus
of this house?

I am.

Then we should have words.

What is it you seek?!

Give desire voice
and see it satisfied!

You are a man
of fucking influence?

Yes! I have the ear
of the Magistrate!

I can deliver message.

It is message sent to you,
which I have interest in.

You were friend's of Batiatus.
Were you not?

were you not!?

I, I knew him
only in passing.

He was filled with mad dreams.

Of rising in prominence
of office.

Yet he needed support.

To gain it he sent a gift.

From villa to villa,
in this region.

A woman.

A woman.

You know of her?

And if I do?
My life yet spared?

Speak while you still
have fucking tongue.

She was...

She was here!
She was here!

You would break false word
to Jupiter himself,

just to see another dawn.

Dark of skin.
Um hair roughly shorn.

The mark of her domina
upon the back of her shoulder.

Where is she?

I do not know!
She was put to cart after.

After?

How, how could I know
that she held meaning?

Did she not breathe?

Did her heart not beat
like any other woman's?!

Yet you did not see a woman,
did you?

You just saw something
to be used and discarded.

Please...

You just saw a fucking slave!

Your beauty stirs my cock.

A rise too slight
for eyes to notice.

That one smells of shit.

From where does he hail?

Gallia.

Gauls. They fuck absent
regard of pleasing a woman.

A skill lacking in most men.

And what of Spartacus?

How does he stand?

Above the rest.

In all regard.

Apologies.

I did not know he was yours.

I do not claim him
in such terms.

Nor would he be so enslaved.

He offers you protection,
in return for affections.

We have no such arrangement.

Is it love then?

Of course.
The hope of love to come.

A danger
in its own right.

I need an accounting
of all food and supplies.

Find Vitus and see it done.

We suffered no casualties.

Liscus and Acer
took minor wounds.

The Gauls grow careless.

How many weapons
were secured?

Enough to see a dozen
more men well armed.

And we will put them to use.

In the next villa that we take.

The dominus?

He recalled a slave.

Marked the same as Naevia.

Where was she taken?

She was put to cart.

To be passed
to the next fucking dominus.

Crixus.

We will find her, brother.

And see everyone that
has kept her from your arms

to the afterlife.

I will see to my men.

Rhasko's cock to cover.

Get down.

He is given crumbs.

Yet you present
his fucking meal.

His heart aches
for nourishment.

I would have it well fed.

Even if Naevia lives,

she will not be the woman
he holds to memory.

If we are to stand against
Glaber and the Romans,

we must liberate
fighting men.

Not waste effort on dwindling
hope and worthless house slaves.

Every man has his worth.

A lesson the Romans
will soon learn.

The bonds of slavery
have been struck.

Never again will you feel
them tighten around your neck,

robbing you of breath and life.

See your own join your brothers
and take up just cause.

We'll see the Romans bleed
for taking us as dogs,

to be yanked by the leash
at their command.

Tychos! Sophus! Weapons!

Now.

Who would have blood?

This place.

The very air clings
to the flesh, tainting it.

Close eyes, Domina,
and replace thought.

Ilithyia.

Oh, Gaius.

You give heart
cause to flutter.

The water ripples in evidence.

The result of your child.

And firm kick
upon swollen belly.

Such aggression
prophesies a boy.

Would I give you any less?

You have given much of late.

You're sacrifice
has not gone unnoticed.

Yet there is more
that I would ask.

You need but command it.

Escort Lucretia
to market at dawn.

She intends ceremony
to cleanse this house,

and deliver my enemies.

The gods would rather
piss on Rome

than whisper in her ear.

People of this city
believe her prophet.

She is not to be trusted.

It was not long ago
you named her friend.

A mistake dearly paid for.

A sum costing us both.

You truly believe her blessed?

Spartacus must fall,

if we are to be
returned to Rome.

And I am willing to believe
whatever revelations

tumble from her lips,

if they shall hasten such a day.

Now.

See yourself dried by
loving hands, and to our bed.

Oh to be in a proper
bed once more.

It's been a lifetime.

I have never
known such a thing.

Then it is much deserved...

Spartacus...

what we share...

What meaning does
it hold for you?

What answer would you have?

One spoken from the heart.

I have feasted so long
on pain and sorrow.

It is difficult
to recall sweeter taste.

Except when you
are in my arms.

Then let me never be from them.

Spartacus --

You've already killed me once.

Do not hesitate
to revisit the deed.

He did nothing
but offer freedom.

And this is how you repay?

It was not his to grant!

I was body slave to the dominus!

I had position and respect!

You were a slave.

Everything you possessed
a mere fleeting illusion.

Do you but take
my master's place.

And what would
your master do now,

if he stood so assaulted?

He would see me dead.

Yes.

He would.

You yet wish
to train this fuck?

The boy deserves
opportunity.

He was given such a thing,

and made attempt
on your life in response.

Gods save me,

I find myself
in agreement with a Gaul.

He has known
nothing but slavery.

The strength of such
a tether not easily severed.

Perhaps never to be so.

And if we take his life?

What message will
that send to those

who wish to join our cause?

That they had
best be agreeable.

We're Romans then?

Commanding through fear
and threat of death?

If he makes attempt again,

I will make sure he joins
his fucking dominus.

And how do you propose
we train this wild little dog?

As Batiatus
had Doctore train me.

And that turned out so well.

[ cheering ]

Liberius draws Plumbatae!

Addonexus selects Vinculum!

Release him.

I stand in victory in my match.

Yet Doctore provides
only lash and rod as reward.

You believe
you deserve otherwise?

This is a house of champions,
Oenomaus.

It does not submit to you.

You submit to it.

Yes, Dominus.

One must learn to kneel,
if he is ever to rise.

A necessary lesson...

if you are to one day
join the champions

of the House of Batiatus.

How is such a thing possible?

The answer lies
within your breast!

You fight with the strength
of men beyond your meager years.

Yet lack the discipline
to see it properly harnessed.

Quintus.

Two cups of mulsum.

Tell me what I must do.

The most difficult of tasks.

You must discover
your purpose.

My purpose?

That which
you fight for.

I fight to stay alive.

As do we all.

But to grasp the heavens

you must fight
for something greater.

Something beyond
mere survival.

You are my dominus.

I fight for whatever
you decide.

No, no.

This is a decision each man,

whether slave or free born,
must forge himself.

It is yours alone.

To your purpose.

And the destiny
it shall lead you to.

Addonexus! Victor!

Just fucking barely.

Send another to face me.

And what of his opponent?

Send him as well.

Last position!

Attack!

Keep your left arm up!

Attack!

You carry a shield
as well as sword.

Not the man,
the shoulder.

Again.

Attack!

Good...

You expose flank.

The ruin of many a great man.

I'm no fucking soldier!

Not yet.

First and second position.

Attack!

It's heavier
than I imagined.

It will lighten in time.

And when it becomes
as a feather?

What purpose do you think
it shall fly to?

One of your own choosing.

Now set foot to path,

And second position!
come at me again.

Attack!

Should have put the boy down.

A dog bites once, he will
bare fucking teeth again.

Pity.

Why do they stare?

How could they not?

When one blessed by the gods
moves among them.

The gods...

Oh yes.

You rarely spoke of them,
in times past.

Now the divine is held
as confidant and council.

Much has changed.

Curious words.

From one who claims
no memory of the past.

Shadows of it begin to form,
in the light of a new day.

What shape do they take?

One of secrets
passed between us.

You confess that
you do not always

heed the commands
of your father.

Or your husband.

You speak of my first visit
to your villa.

When we had yet to come
to truly know one another.

I so wished to please you.

You're the wife of the Legatus!

Such a gift.

You do not know
what it means,

to find you within the walls
of my house once again.

Filling it with life
and promise...

To survive such barbarity...

You are truly touched
by the gods...

Gratitude.

May the Gods bless you.

May the gods bless you.

Ilithyia.

They seem rather
taken with her.

Seppia. A welcomed sight.

My brother only just departed
to sit with your husband.

Men and their politics.

Let us leave them to it,

and turn thought toward
more pressing subject.

What news of latest
scandal from Rome!

Husband and coming child

have drawn attention
from such events.

I cannot believe
you so removed!

You are acquainted
with positively everybody.

And yet desired
by more than a few.

How I envy such attentions!

And how I miss them.

Must all joy be so abandoned
when weighted with husband?

It must.

If a woman
is of proper breeding.

Oh, how miserable.

Perhaps I should
entreat the gods

to shield me
from such dour fate...

May the gods bless you...

May the gods bless you...

May the gods bless you...

May the Gods bless you...

May the Gods bless you.

May the Gods bless you.

Spartacus was one of yours,
was he not?

During your overly
brief campaign in Thrace?

Conscripted to the auxiliary.

An animal prone
to disobedience even then.

A beast you brought
to our shores.

To die in the arena.

Yet he lives.

A pleasure denied
my noble cousin Sextus.

Many have suffered injury.

To be healed by news
of Spartacus' fall.

A venture I eagerly
set hands to months past.

Yes word touched me
in the Senate of your efforts.

How many of your men
has he sent to the afterlife?

The man proves resourceful.

As he did when he set upon
you in the market square.

It is a pity my men were
not present to end the matter.

Spartacus stands a common foe,
as I said.

As my tribune cleaves
to the heart of it.

Spartacus is enemy to us both,

shared in offense and blood.

So let us sweep
aside differences,

and in union see
him forced to knee.

I would need to consult
Varinius towards such agreement.

Are they your men, or his?

And who would lead
combined effort?

You shall hold station of note,
second only to my command.

And promise that
you shall be present

when Spartacus
is put to grass.

The man takes habit of slipping
through your fingers.

What moves you to certainty
of victory?

Because the gods
themselves will it.

They speak with
you now do they?

Through voice of former
domina of this very house.

Lucretia?

They have blessed her,

as they blessed her
the night they guided her

from death in the massacre.

Yet she is not alone
in such fortune.

Did the gods not "guide"
your wife to safety as well?

Ilithyia took leave
before unfortunate turn.

And with her a clutch
of your men.

Soldiers that might
have tipped the balance

towards halting Spartacus
short of fucking slaughter.

You will tend your words with
more care in my presence, boy.

Come, let us take seat --

My words
are carefully chosen.

For a man holding title
as favor to his wife's father.

You speak to me
in such manner again

and I will have your tongue.

Yet not my men.

[ Men chanting ]
My cock rages on!

My cock rages on!

I put you down,
I give you shit.

I piss on your grave
for the sport of it.

...expect no less.

My cock rages on!

You.

Slave, see my jug filled.

Rhaskos.

Fetch drink yourself.

Do not fucking drink jug
before return, slave!

You offer privilege before
it is properly earned.

And you would have them bow
and scrape in service,

as they did before
their dominus?

No. Yet neither would
I have them seen as equal.

They were not forged at
the brotherhood, as we were.

They join our cause
of their own free will.

Such fire may yet
prove more fierce.

Or be extinguished
by threatening storm.

I would move at first light.

There are yet more villas.

You press fortune.

Glaring so at the slayer
of Theokoles.

His victory but proving
even giants fall.

What name do you go by,
little man?

So I may properly
mourn your passing?

I am called Tiberius.

Tiberius!?!

You are far too dark
to have such a fair Roman name.

I am more Roman than Syrian.

There was a Syrian
at our ludus.

A treacherous fuck,
if ever there breathed.

You had family there?

I only recall a brother.

I too had a brother.

No longer?

He was struck down
by the Romans.

When you turned swords
against them?

As you shall one day.

If you hold any fucking sense.

Look at me...

I would see that
pretty face as I burst...

You fucking animal!

Mira --

Go!

Or part with your cock.

If you were not
Spartacus' bitch,

I would show
you how to use that.

And my cock.

Apologies.

I will see that Rhaskos --

I chose to lay
with a fucking Gaul.

Why?

Not all of us have Spartacus
to warm our beds,

and see us to position.

You gain freedom only
to be enslaved by that shit?

Freedom is not without cost.

I pay with the only coin I have.
As do you.

Perhaps we should
stand further away.

For fear of errant bolt
from the heavens.

Such ritual may bring profit,
absent cost.

The goat came
at no small expense.

The gods whisper
of deceit and treachery.

And give assurance that those
who would harbor secrets

against you shall
be brought to light.

Accept our offering,

and bless us with your favor
against our enemies...

Is it wise?

To allow such unsteady hands
to play with knives?

Hold tongue.

Your will now ends.

Hm.

Perhaps another goat...?

When ritual is ended,

see blood cleansed
and Lucretia attended.

[ muffled yelling ]

You are to fight
Caratacus next.

A beast that
has claimed many lives.

You believe he shall end mine?

In your condition?

If he does not...

send one that will.

You have taken
important step

towards rising
above base animal.

It shames me I fought
in that place.

Absent thoughts of honor.

The Pits are for men whose
lives promise nothing greater

than an ugly end.

You are destined
for far grander fate.

The arena.

A place where
legends are forged.

I fear for those that dare
take the sands against you.

I shall make
their deaths memorable.

The gods will be pleased.

I do not fight for the gods.

I fight for you.
That is my purpose.

My life.
To honor the House of Batiatus.

The honor is mine.

[ screaming ]

Yeah!

You.

Domina!

Men approach!

Torches!

Arriving from the north!

How many?

Six. Maybe more.

Gather the men--

Wait. These may be scouts
from a larger force.

If a single rider
was to escape our grasp,

he could bring a far
greater concern.

Then we shall grip tightly.

There is a better way.

One that will keep our movements
yet hidden from the Romans...

[ pounding ]

I would have words
with your dominus,

on orders of Seppius.

Apologies.

Business has called him
to Picentia.

Picentia? I have never
known him to favor the city.

He does not.
He favors its whores.

You are his body slave,
are you not?

Tiberius.

Tiberius.

Tell me, why are you not
at your dominus' side?

Because there's no one
he trusts more,

to see his villa attended
while his cock is satisfied.

You serve your master well.

Return to your charge.

Wait!

You have come a fair
distance from Capua.

Come, and I will
give you something

to make effort worthwhile--

He betrays us.

Spartacus!

Why did you stop
them from leaving?

He killed the man--

When he saw
they would not win.

His eyes fell to my neck!

He saw the absence
of my collar!

If I had not
allowed him in,

he would have returned
with more men!

You did well, Tiberius.

Nasir.

My brother called me Nasir.

Who disturbs peace
at such an hour?

I come bearing a gift...

Which shall set you upon path
to the fall of Spartacus.

The gods truly heed my prayers.

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