All language subtitles for Spartacus - Gods of the Arena (2011) - S01E04 - Beneath the Mask (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)-eng

Have him fuck this one.

And I shall watch.

After I installed
the virtues of

the house of Batiatus.

I demand an introduction
immediately.

I shall have this one.

I look forward to
seeing you at the games

and your man Gannicus
upon my primus.

Whatever Tullius and the boy
may think I gained the primus

on merit of Gannicus' prowess.

Gannicus will not
appear in the games.

Today presents
rare opportunity.

Auctus a man
forged beneath my rule,

to face Crixus
forged beneath yours.

The outcome to prove
if son has learned

anything of worth from father.

It would appear
i underestimated Crixus

as I did my son.

Oh I must stay at your side.

You remain here.

Ah huh, until breath
flees wearied flesh.

Keep in line.

Chase me.

this way.

A net and trident?

The man appears more common
fisherman than gladiator.

The style
is called Retiarius,

carried from
the outer regions.

They should carry it back.

I favor the Murmillo.

The crowd is
of the opposite opinion.

Soon there will be a Retiarius
in the sands in every game.

And the ludus absent
them tragically lacking.

Very well.

Yet place net and trident in
hands of one of our lesser man.

Did I not tell you?
Listen to them.

A spectacle to be sure.

A full worth the thrilling view
from the pulvinus.

Invitation was extended.

And refused?

Well, the pulvinus
is too far removed.

I would witness the games here,
among the people.

With son beside me.

Your hour is upon you.

A fine blade.

To be wielded
with deadly purpose.

Re-form my words,
in manner Dagan understands.

You bear the mark
of the brotherhood.

[in Aramaic]

An honor you have not earned.

[in Aramaic]

Your true test awaits you.

Live, and count
yourself among us.

Die...

and prove yourselves
as unworthy as I suspect.

[in Aramaic]

Dagan says he will honor
the House of Batiatus

with gifts of blood.

As will the mighty Ashur.

And do not die too quickly.

Go on Ashur!

Go on!

Fucking yes!

Hasdrubal falls!

As all men who face Ashur!

The man assumes credit
owed his betters.

He is but swollen
by the moment.

Perhaps he will turn greater
performance next time.

You speak of what
may never pass.

Now the lesser matches
have passed,

let us see something of note.

Vettius, make presentation.

I give the good people of Capua
this day my latest acquisition!

Certain to inflame passion!

And ignite fear
in all who oppose him!

From the darkest lands
east of the Rhine...

Behold Caburus!

Murmillo!

The crowd favors
Vettius' offering.

They greet Gannicus
with louder voice,

yet he stands removed
from the games.

Enter Drappes!

Thraex!

Crixus shows promise,
yet again the same fate.

Our men see victory,
only to be awarded exclusion.

The fruits reaped,

when you offend a man
beyond our station.

Begin!

I but stood ground
to protect our house.

As any lanista would.

Yet ambition beyond
the title clouds your judgment.

We must be humble if I am to
repair relations with Tullius,

and see all our men
returned to the sands.

Quickly, I pray.

If we are to place our men
in the opening games

of the new arena..

Reaching for such heights

is what sent you
tumbling from favor.

Strike it from your thoughts,

and place mind and effort

towards more
reasonable pursuits.

Perhaps the procuring
of a man as worthy as Caburus.

Fleeting opportunity
to enjoy the old arena,

and yet we're swept aside.

Absent even casual regard.

I consider it a blessing,

to be so reprieved
from condemning presence.

The manner Titus glares,

it is a shock we
do not burst into flame.

He is but an old man,
set upon his ways.

He is a Gorgon with a cock,

turning all around him to stone.

Titus does not fare well
in the dust and the heat.

His health will prompt return

to the coast of Sicilia
very soon.

Until such glorious event,

I would fade from beneath
his oppressive roof.

You would leave me?

You are with husband.

A man who would never
see you harmed

by whim or circumstance.

I stand alone,
severed from such protection.

A perilous condition
that must be attended.

You are never alone,
while I draw breath.

Words of much comfort.

Though a husband with heavy
purse would be more so.

Then we must find one
suitable to cause.

A possibility presents itself,
in most pleasing form.

You know the man?

I have seen him
about in Rome.

Absent encumbrance
of a wife.

Oh how fortunate that
we should come upon him,

at this time and place.

In desperate times
fortune must give way

to more assertive hands.

Petronius?!

Would the gods
have me so blessed?

Gaia.

We were introduced
at one of Varus' affairs.

Oh, yes, yes, yes of course.

Apologies.

None required.

Seeing you so unexpected
has lifted questionable spirits.

Lucretia can attest...

You're Lucretia?

Wife to the lanista,
Batiatus?

I do call him husband, yes.

I have heard
your house spoken of.

And the, um,
pleasures contained within...

Barca has lost form,
since Auctus fell.

His cock will find
another hole to fuck.

Ah!

We return anointed
in the blood of our enemies!

Hasdrubal and Kleitos
met their end!

The first of many to fall
beneath our swords in the arena!

See yourselves to the baths.

[in Aramaic]

Gannicus.

Pair with Rhaskos.

To what end?

If I am not to fight
in the arena,

I will remain here
in the shade.

Doctore.

Send the man up.

I would have words.

Magnetius.

One of the finest champions
this house has ever forged.

He stood a titan.

As all my champions.

The culmination
of years of training.

Dedication.

Sacrifice.

You would hold yourself
their equal?

In the arena,
I am every man's equal.

A champion is more than
his victories upon the sands.

He is the sum of his actions.

Every decision, no matter
how small, speaks to the man.

And the balance of his heart.

And in his breast beats
the heart of a lion.

And what does it beat for?

The House of Batiatus.

Return him to the ludus.

You see?

Man fights for
the honor of this house.

As all your champions
have in the past.

Gannicus speaks but words
he knows I seek to hear.

He is no champion of my house.

I stand before Petronius
with obvious charms,

and all he can do is prattle
about the House of Batiatus.

I fear I've lost
delicate touch.

Your touch is many things.

"Delicate"
not among them.

You are of a mood.

If word of what we have offered
has spread to Petronius,

how long before it
lights on Titus' ear?

Perhaps it should.

The shock would no doubt
end the old goat.

You jest, while all around us
threatens to fucking crumble.

The only threat
is of you and Quintus

becoming favored
among the elite.

As a whore is favored
by the man atop her.

It is not as if
all of Rome knows.

Only the most privileged tongues

whisper of the delights
offered within these walls.

Delights Petronius
and his friends

long to witness
for themselves...

To even consider it is,
is beyond reason.

If Titus were to discover..

What joys does
my father prevent now?

None of note...

We came across Petronius
in the market.

You are familiar
with the name...?

As any man with an eye
towards business,

and the procuring of it.

He is familiar
with yours as well.

And spoke with
great interest of sampling

of your more exotic offerings,

with acquaintances
of equal position.

And how did good Petronius
come to know of such things?

Varus and Cossutius.

Their tongues are
looser than their cocks.

Petronius departs for Rome
the day after next.

Decision must be
given quick birth,

or see opportunity aborted.

With the support of Petronius',

we may yet find position

in the opening games
of the new arena.

Quintus, your father..

Make the arrangements.

I'll attend to my father.

Melitta.

A word.

I have none to give.

It is a matter
of some importance.

A moment.

You avoid my gaze.

As you should mine.

Lest suspicions be aroused.

Should they not
also be aroused,

if two friends are
no longer seen to speak?

What happened between us...

Was not of our choosing.

We must turn it from thought,

and never give it voice.

My tongue it bends
to such warning.

Yet the thought of you...

It proves troublesome.

The memory will fade
with time.

As do all things
born of misfortune.

We were as brothers once...

but no more.

The men no longer
accept me as a gladiator.

And do not yet
give respect as Doctore.

Even Gannicus refuses
to heed my instruction.

Gannicus heeds nothing
but his own desires,

beyond all reason.

You must teach him
that you alone are in command.

And by firm hand,
erase all doubts

Show them all the man
I have given my heart to.

Gnaeus!

Your mastery of the sword
falls to question.

The net and trident
are your weapons now.

A fucking net, Oenomaus?

You will do as commanded,
absent complaint.

Or see flesh
stripped from bone.

Yes, Doctore.

Return to training!

You speak as Jupiter,

hurling bolts
from the heavens.

Raised there by words
and touch of loving wife.

Now pair with Barca.

And remain far from the shade.

Barca!

Bring fucking spear
to purpose.

Again!

Your man shows fire today.

Ignited by your words,
I am sure.

Honeyed wine.
Quickly.

I'm fine.

Sound and pallor
threaten disagreement.

You are too long
from salt air of the coast.

And shall remain
from Sicilia longer still.

Do not waste breath
on the matter.

I would not see you
so far removed.

But a day or more
by the waters of Neapolis...?

Oh..

Yes, to revive color.

My concern lies
only with this ludus,

and seeing it
to former glories.

Well then let our
journey serve dual cause.

We can review the latest
shipment of slaves,

with mind towards procuring
a champion favored by us both.

Someone to rival
Vettius' new man...?

Drink.

You conspire
against an old man.

To your advantage.

Make preparation.

We leave for Neapolis.

See to my father.

He is attended
to as promised.

Have Gaia send
word to Petronius.

You entertain tonight.

If he and his circle overreach?

The appetites of men
are not easily set aside

by the words of a woman.

We'll send message to Solonius.

He can stand in my place,

speak for the house
if so needed.

Quintus...

The risk outweighs concern.

See to Petronius
and his guests.

With their satisfaction,

our position in
the opening games secured.

Snare any fish today
in your little net?

Reward, for victory
in the arena.

Continue and see
more weigh palm.

[in Aramaic]

Dagan questions
receiving the greater sum.

We stood equally
upon the sands.

Tell him he receives
twice the coin...

because you are half the man.

I am a gladiator, as he is.

If we did not need you
to exchange our words for his,

you would never have been
given chance to take up sword.

Bread.

For your pets.

Doiros was the brother
I held closest to me.

He was a fierce warrior,

as was my father
and all before us.

I would sit at their feet and listen
to their many stories of battle,

longing for the day
when I could pick up arms

and stand beside them
in glory.

My father, my brothers,

Doiros... I watched as they all fell

beneath the spears
of the Arverni.

My hand yet too small
to pick up sword.

I was forced to serve.

To bow and scrape.

First of all to the shits
that took my family.

And then to the Romans
they sold me to.

Not a day passes
where I do not dream

of honoring the dead
,
of proving myself worthy to them

in blood and victory.

Auctus is the first life
I've ever taken in battle.

He will not be forgotten.

They were Auctus' pets.

I never favored them.

Now they're all that's left.

Stand up straight.

What of this one?

See how his form is carved,

with each muscle building
on to the next?

A worthy addition
to any ludus.

A fine offering,
is he not?

I would not waste coin.

The man favors his left,

revealing injury
to the leg.

Unsuitable for men
of discerning eye.

Let us turn to something
of rarer quality.

I have a Thracian
of the Maedi tribe,

the likes of which you have..

Thracians are
too difficult to control.

And aggravate
the Gauls beyond reason.

My son speaks truth.

You offer us piss
and claim it wine.

You will find
none better in Neapolis.

I but hope your city's
drink holds higher standard.

Come, let us seek libation to
wash taste of shit from mouth.

Diona.

It does not hurt.

Wait.

We haven't spoken.

Or laughed,
as we usually do...

I have no time
for childish things.

Domina wishes me bathed.

For tonight.

Take this to Oenomaus.

These men are to be
brought up to the villa,

properly oiled and scented.

Yes, Domina.

There is much I need
attended to tonight.

I would have you by my side,

not be dislodged
by any request.

Gratitude.

There is one thing that
I would ask you in return.

It's well known your husband's
allegiance lies with Titus.

Sway him to keep what
we do here confined to shadow.

Or I fear that other secrets

will find their way
into the light.

Am I understood?

Yes, Domina.

See it done.

Venus blushes in her garden,
shamed by such beauty.

Would that she stood
in my place,

and I among
the roots and leaves.

These hands are not meant
for common earth.

They have held me close
as dearest friend.

As sister.

Tonight mine
shall return favor,

and aid yours in seizing
position so richly deserved.

Solonius arrives.

Let us greet him,

and forge memory of a night
not soon forgotten.

The man is no Gannicus,

yet he surpasses
in enthusiasm.

They are well received.

As are all things born
of base desire.

Apologies.

We ask too much
of you in this,

but your presence
is of great comfort.

The situation forces
us all to actions

otherwise never considered.

The blame lies in the Fates,
absolving weighted heart.

See this to the pantry.

And remain there
until I call upon you,

after all have left.

We dishonor this house.

We but do as commanded.

The cause does not alter result.

No. Yet we must
move beyond it,

or be driven to madness.

The man fucks as a bull,
horns to purpose.

Gratitude for gracing
the House of Batiatus

with esteemed presence.

One which my husband
regrets he cannot share,

due to pressing business.

Oh, I had not noticed
his absence.

What you have seen is but
a taste of the pleasures

afforded you beneath
humble roof.

Our gladiators, our slaves,

everything within these walls,

I place at the whims
of your desire.

For a single night,

you are the masters
of this house.

An enticing offer.

One I would see
to full advantage.

Tullius.

I have never
cared for surprises.

And you have provided
many in your day.

Your disappointment
has often been given a voice.

A loud and clear one.

Disappointment can only
exist upon expectation.

You proved from tender age

that you would listen to no
one's counsel save your own.

When did I ever turn
from iron advice?

A desire to gain
military experience

raised your objection.

I turned from it.

You commanded that I run
the ludus in your absence.

I obeyed,
abandoning my own desires,

long since forgotten.

When has son
ever denied the father?

When he married
a woman beneath him.

You were wrong about her.

As you have been
of many things.

An old man's mistakes
swell in the breast,

as remaining days shrink.

You will outlive us all.

You are too stubborn to die.

Do you think me a fool, Quintus?

There are many words I would
use towards your description.

Fool lives not amongst them.

No, it's not.

You knew those slaves were shit

before we ever set foot to path.

The purchase of men
was not the reason

you parted me
from the ludus, was it?

You wish to find
common ground,

far from the site
of former disagreements.

My deception meant
only to strengthen bond

between father and son.

This surprise
is one most welcome.

And long overdue.

Yet we did not need
to travel so far from comfort.

I would return home,

and continue
in warmer surroundings.

What now?

Yeah.

Should we not wait
until break of day?

Oh, a few hours upon the road,

and our own beds to fall to.

Come.

Let us put this
wretched city behind us,

and embrace closer future.

How does that man
find himself here?

Petronius,
or perhaps loose tongue

of his confederates...

His presence
changes nothing.

It upends the fucking earth.

I will break words,
and gauge intent.

To stand with a smile
in our fucking house.

After the injury
put to my husband.

Force him from thought,

or see effort
and risk fall short of reward.

Petronius and his guests
stand erect with expectation.

Let us see them to climax.

Bring them in.

Good Tullius.

Seeing you here
comes a surprise.

Surely not to you.

I warned you of Batiatus'
maneuverings not as invitation,

but in hopes you would prevent
such foolishness.

And the retribution to valued
friend that it would bring.

You warned me to grow favor.

Continue speaking
and see it wither.

You have shared drink.

Food.

Distractions
of the eye and ear.

Yet these are
common things.

Enjoyed by men bound by accusing
morality of their deeds.

I would see you freed
from such human constraints.

Touch these to flesh.

Sever all ties
from the mortal world.

And rise as gods
in the House of Batiatus.

Ah.

Jupiter!

Never in our dealings Tullius
have I been so elevated.

This house is truly
is a marvel.

If I am to assume
the mantle of a god,

I would first
prove myself against one.

Oh, you would
challenge Gannicus?

Oh, a harmless exhibition.

To measure humble skill
against vaunted prowess.

I would pause in my desires,
to witness such a thing.

Gather the practice swords..

Wood?

Oh, the clash of steel rings

through the halls of Olympus,
does it not?

Give them your swords.

Let us clear space,
and have contest!

See grin removed.

You are to indulge him,

allow a show of blood

but level no insult
nor injury in return.

Such action would bear
unfortunate consequence.

I am to lose?

And win your life.

Come!

Let us see if I recall
what I learned,

years ago in service
to the Republic.

Ah...

It begins to return to me.

Come on. Come on.

I stand unscathed.

Perhaps you are not
the champion I believe.

This goes too far.

Tullius!

The man gives the missio.

The match is yours.

A god of the arena.

Saved by a woman.

See him to the Medicus.

An excellent diversion!

Gratitude for allowing it!

Ah.

I have delayed
proceedings past reason.

Come, let us explore
what other pleasures

may be mined from
the House of Batiatus...

That fucking animal.

To turn simple
exhibition to blood.

I could have ended
the man in half a breath.

Yet you allowed him
to nearly kill you?

I was ordered
not to raise hand.

Other commands have
been more pleasurable.

Are you never serious?

On occasion.

I should return to the villa.

You should.

Why are you doing this?

Because to not would be a lie,

much deeper than
the one we tell Oenomaus.

I did not want this.

I love that man
like a brother.

Yet what I feel for you...

Tell me it does not stir
in your breast as well.

What I feel means nothing.

It holds the world.

What would you do,
if you were my husband?

And you learned
of such a thing?

I would kill us both.

You are an imposing brute.

Tell me, giant.

Where do your tastes lie?

Toward cock, or cunt?

Apologies, he does not
grasp your language.

Are you able to form words,
so that he may?

I serve but to do so.

I do not care
for struggle nor complaint.

Will you submit
to all I ask for?

[in Aramaic]

[in Aramaic]

He is agreeable.

Come then.

I would have
your ass quickly.

[in Aramaic]

[in Aramaic]

He tells me he hopes
you are not of a gentle nature.

Brutes such as this
craves rough hands,

and cock their equal.

Then he shall be well satisfied.

Come.

- How does he fare?
- Painfully, yet he lives.

- It should not have happened.
- To be said
of many things this night.

He does not drink.

He does not fuck.

Why does he remain?

The man is a mystery.

One I would have forever solved.

You could gauge
nothing of his intent?

He fears your husband
attempts maneuver.

I believe his presence
is meant only to rattle nerves.

Tullius will give voice of this

until the din
reaches Titus' ears.

Then we must keep
his tongue occupied.

I believe your charms
will sway him?

You know nothing of women,
Solonius.

And even less
of their charms.

Oh, I would not
ask you to do this.

That is why I offer.

The only reason?

The man proves
troublesome thorn.

Who better to remove it
than trusted friend?

Gaia..

Keep thoughts towards
elevating this house.

I will see to Tullius...

and in the act secure
elevation of my own.

To the benefit of all.

The woman thinks
highly of herself.

An estimation deeply shared.

You've become a difficult man

to gain private
audience with.

It was not always so.

Much has changed
since our youth.

Not everything I hope.

I remember a time
when it was you,

it was impossible
to trap alone.

Every man in Capua
was at your feet.

Now I would have but one.

Standing beside me.

I was saddened to hear
of your husband's passing.

Were you?

Only with thoughts toward you.

Once again with
no family to speak of.

No one to care for you.

It is a difficult thing.

To find a man of my standing.

I always favored this color.

I know.

The gods smile upon me,

having had word
of this night reach my ears.

The fortune is mine.

Yet I would have word
Of it travel no further.

You petition this for yourself?

Or for the House of Batiatus?

Lucretia is as a sister to me.

I would not see her injured
by wagging tongue.

You ask much.

I offer more...

I swear never to speak
of what has happened this night.

If you will deliver message
to your friend...

and her husband.

One they will take to heart,
coming from you...

Words have not
inflated beyond truth.

The offerings
of the House of Batiatus

are truly to be admired.

Well, even more so
upon the sands.

Imagine the excitement
our wares would cause,

if included in opening
celebration of the new arena.

Capua would be blessed
by such appearance.

I will send word to your
husband to discuss the matter.

Oh, I thought this night would never end.

It concludes with this house
soaring to the heavens,

upon your wings.

A feat aided by your presence.

The evening would have gone
as well had I never known.

Perhaps more so.

The hour is late.

Take to your bed,

and carry with you
my gratitude.

I would err, linger,
until all guests have departed.

Oh, Gaia is a woman
of great appetite.

Dawn will threaten
before she's had her fill.

Lucretia?

This house is pale shadow,
absent your light.

See everything
restored to proper place.

Nothing must be suspected.

Yes, Domina.

I know you feel
it's a betrayal.

But there are times when
the truth is more hurtful.

Titus must never know.

Domina.

Apollo.

God of the sun.

And truth.

Something often obscured
by the masks we wear.

Your guests
have abandoned you.

I thought the toad Solonius
would at least remain.

The hour is late.

He believed you occupied
for the night.

They say Apollo brings
warmth and prosperity,

to those who would
pray to him.

Those who understand
their place.

On their knees.

Tullius..

You know I often dreamt
of Gaia's touch,

when I was a younger man?

The taste of her lips.

Now they form words in my ear,

asking favor for this house.

Placing me
in difficult position.

Gaia's affections
for this house are genuine.

As are her feelings for you.

Returned in kind.

She holds my reply.

Go to her,
and see it delivered.

Gaia...Gaia.

Have you lost mind!?!

Again attempting
to maneuver around Tullius?

I only sought
to elevate our position...

By plunging the good name
of this house

into muck and shit!

What would you have me do?

Bow and scrape
to that fucking lunatic?

He is above our station!

I gave warning
not to provoke the man.

You ignore it
and here are the results.

A Roman citizen.

Dead in my house.

By the hands
of the very man you defend.

You help set this in motion,

and now claim
innocence in the outcome?

I claim vengeance.

His life for hers.

Blood and brains
on the fucking floor.

Reward well deserved.

No.

There will be no retribution.

I will see him dead!

You will do as fucking
commanded!

And what of Gaia?

She partook of too much wine...

as she was often known to do.

In the night she lost footing...

and fell to her death
at the bottom of the cliff.

Do not look to him!

I am the dominus
of this fucking house.

See it done.

Quintus.

So this is why you
spirited me to Neapolis.

Not to find common ground,
but to bury your father.

That was not my intent.

You knew nothing of this?

It was all
that woman's doing?

Huh?

The two of you
feed off each other,

fattening yourselves
with lies.

Well I would see
the feast at an end.

What is your meaning?

You know my fucking meaning.

That ill bred woman has brought
this family nothing but shame.

She is my wife!

Because I foolishly
allowed it!

I wanted you to have
something of your own.

Something that held
meaning to you,

even if no one
else saw it.

Yet what has
she given you?

No dowry to speak of.

No name to elevate status.

And no heir to carry
the name Batiatus.

Every choice you make,
shapes your fate, Quintus.

I cannot change missteps
of the past.

But I will see you
on proper path.

And Lucretia must
be swept from it.

You would dissolve
my marriage?

No.

You will make
that choice for yourself.

Or be gone from
this house with her.

Wait.