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Have eyes ever beheld
such a marvel?

Gannicus.

Now there's
a fucking gladiator!

Begin.

Fucking shit eater.

We will be
the ones shamed,

if grand ceremony passes
absent our gladiators.

To Tullius for the way!

Good Batiatus.

His hands shaped
erection of the new arena.

He supplies slaves from
the furthest reaches

of the Republic to
speed its completion.

Crixus!
I would make purchase.

Pay to gain favor
with Tullius.

A clumsy maneuver
to gain position

for your
ill-trained men.

Any one of my men could best
yours fucking blindfolded,

you pissy little shit.

I offer to purchase your man.

Gannicus is not for sale.

I allowed you to purchase
one of my slaves.

Yet now you deny
me the same opportunity?

Reconsider your answer.

Or be excluded from
the games forever.

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Reconsider your answer.

Or be excluded from
the games forever.

[Hushed whispers]
This is not the time.

Let us not broach
subject again.

Quintus why are you from bed?

The Medicus gave plain
instruction you are to rest.

A week upon my back
sees advice well heeded.

More and even my cock will
cease knowing how to stand.

His spirit returns.

I am not a babe new
dropped from fucking womb.

See meat and wine set out.

Yes, Domina.

I always follow the wine.

Your wounds,
they are less gruesome.

Has she not yet found some
fool's bed to fall to yet?

Or is her sole intent
in Capua to drink us dry?

She has been of great comfort.

And seeks the word for herself.

Who do you think
dried my tears,

when my husband
was returned to me,

bloodied and broken?

His life in question?

I live.

And continue thoughts
towards doing so.

I would not see my injuries
wound you as well.

Oh, it is a balm,
to see you on your feet.

You're going to speak
to the magistrate about this?

Towards what end?

Quintus...

He is a puppet.

What redress would
Sextus offer,

when the man who grieved
me holds his strings?

Tullius has always
been a favored son of Capua.

I can not believe he would be
capable of doing such a thing.

A man of ambition
is capable of anything.

My dealings with the magistrate
take precedence tomorrow.

I would have you greet
Varus in my stead.

The honor would be mine.

The man pisses wine
and shits gold.

Varus is but a stream
leading to an ocean of coin.

One I would see break
wave upon our steps.

He comes to choose men?

For the games of the Vinalia,

to ensure his vines bear
fruit in the coming year.

I will present only
our finest gladiators.

I would enrich our stock,
and offer him Gannicus as well.

This had best be
the Falernian promised.

If I find you've served
your usual swill,

we will have words.

Put mind to ease.

Tullius.

Note sun and mountains
etched in the amphora,

proof of its authenticity.

Yes, of course.

I was unaware you had an
appreciation for such tastes,

Solonius.

A gift for a friend recovering
from unfortunate injury.

Please.

Allow me.

Generous, but unnecessary.

I believe it is.

I've done nothing
to deserve it.

A matter shortly to
be rectified.

Come, I would discuss message
to be delivered with our gift.

Better received from
your tongue than mine.

The Gaul is quite the beast.

What name does he take?

Apologies, I do not know.

His name is Crixus.

He trains in the style
of Murmillo.

You have an interest
in the games.

Or does it land only upon
the men who play them?

So easily made to blush.

A sign of tragic inexperience.

I have not turned such a color
since before you were born.

How I envy your youth.

And all the wonders
you have yet to discover.

Do not be afraid to pursue every
delight this world has to offer.

Melitta cautions patience.

Plucking flowers too quickly
will bruise the petals.

Words from a mouth that has
only known her husband's cock.

You charge like a crazed goat,

absent thought.

When faced with
stronger opponent,

draw him to you, then counter.

Again.

Finally words find way
through your thick skull.

Crixus.

Join the recruits,
continue your training.

Yes, Doctore.

The mighty Gaul returns.

Or is it his corpse,
too stubborn to fall to grass?

[In Aramaic]
Kusita ze'irta hareta.

Ah, Dagan expresses his joy
at finding you yet among us.

We feared you fated
for the mines,

with all the sand
you have been eating.

An acquired taste.

Come,
I should serve you some more.

You've done well with the man.

Crixus is undisciplined,
but not without promise.

Brings to thought
a wild fuck I schooled,

when we yet called
Batiatus' father Dominus.

I yet feel the sting
of your lessons.

Their knowledge now
bestowed upon simple recruits.

I will seek word with Batiatus,

towards your return
to the arena.

Gratitude, Doctore...
Close fucking mouth.

I but seek not to have
wasted long years of pulling

your head from your ass.

Doctore.

I require a more
worthy opponent.

Perhaps if Oenomaus is
finished sipping drink?

Instruct Gannicus in
the ways of a true champion.

Do you recall Magnetius,
when he fought Trux of the East?

A glorious victory.

Ah, for my father.

Hadrianus.

Acerbitas.

Dolor.

Zephyros.

My father's champions.
My grandfather's champions.

The storied history
of the house of Batiatus.

With new chapters
yet to be added.

Etched upon what tablet?

I'm excluded from the games,

or has such details
slipped memory's grasp?

Apologies.
I did not mean...

Fault is mine for bearing
teeth at trusted friend.

Gratitude for the gift.

It's well received.

I claim only its delivery.

He's willing to see his
bid for Gannicus doubled.

If accepted, he will grant
your men strong position

in the upcoming games
of the Vinalia.

This wine is from Tullius?

I did not seek him out.

He approached me
in the marketplace,

expressing regret that
his business with you

turned to excess.

He even paid for the wine
that I'd selected for you.

A gesture of goodwill.

Do you see these marks upon me?
We must consider...

Do you fucking see them?!
I see them.

That is the man's true gesture,
the only to be considered.

You counsel to suck
the cock that pisses on me!

I merely counsel reason,
as your father would.

To what purpose?

He brings word
and gift from Tullius,

who yet seeks Gannicus
to swell his ranks.

After what he
fucking did to you?

Let us sweep aside such petty
grievances in service of

reason and reward,
he offers twice the sum refused.

And what, I wonder,
does good Solonius receive for

convincing me to spread cheeks
and accept deeper ramming?

I would share equal
position in the games.

You are in remarkable condition,
to claim my reflection.

Our fates move
towards similar end,

despite outward appearance.

Refuse Tullius' offer,
and I shall join you

in exclusion from the arena.

He makes such a threat?

With exacting clarity.

I did not mean to see
you burdened so.

I will think upon the matter.

Tullius requires answer.

I require a fucking moment!

He wishes to present your man
to Quintilius Varus tomorrow.

Varus?
He comes to Capua?

Vettius is to meet him
as he enters the city midday.

I held his acquaintance in Rome,
a man of great influence.

And coin.

You would beg
for Tullius' scraps?

Without them,
I fear we shall both go hungry.

Think upon it.

And know that I stand with you,
whatever your decision.

I have witnessed greater
spine within a snail.

What are your thoughts?

Doctore!

Send that fucking
man to the mines!

Do it!

No, Doctore!

No, please!
Doctore!

Dominus...

We do not surrender
in this fucking house!

I'll see these walls fall to
ruin before Missio is given!

It appears decision is made.

Gannicus will one day stand
the champion of Capua.

For the house of Batiatus.

How do we manage such honor,
if excluded from the games?

Tullius but brokers interest.

If a man of wealth and position
such as Varus requested my men,

even he would be
unable to refuse.

He meets
with Vettius.

You expect that fucking child
to make introduction?

No, I expect him to bleed,
as I rip Varus from his grasp.

Halt!

Rest!

Eat!

Ah, your numbers shrink
like frightened cock.

[In Aramaic]
I would laugh as well

[In Aramaic] Shevuq leh.
Barca yomeh yehweh leh bassima.

A man is condemned to the mines,
and they all fucking jest?

If it were a brother lost,
you would find the mood solemn.

We must earn the fucking
mark to gain respect.

Or follow Indus to his fate.

I will not die a faceless slave,
forgotten by history.

We shall rise together.

One day all the Republic will
marvel at the sight of us.

Fucking savages.

They pissed in the porridge.

Ah, I have had my fill.

Oh, finally,
someone who can hold their wine!

I did not realize
we were for company.

He leaves presently.

Oh please,
after we have finished the jug.

The last of my spoils to be
shared with dearest of friends.

Replace dearest with only,
and sentiment becomes truth.

Hmm, subtle argument,

who was the better man
as we sparred today?

My husband.
Ha!

You are swayed
by the title of wife.

One day we shall face
each other upon the sand,

and have true decision.

What would really happen?

If you had to face each other,
sine missione?

No quarter given,
no mercy shown?

I would give your
husband a glorious death.

You joke of killing
a man you love.

When someday you may
be asked to.

Oh, you two are a perfect match,
are you not.

Both always fretting about
what tomorrow may bring.

We are slaves.

Burden of choice
and conscience equally removed.

We are truly free
when we fight.

Or when we fuck which I
shall leave to do presently.

It is you and my husband
who are of a perfect match.

One hides true thought
in brooding silence.

The other in boastful jest,

meant to hold all
at a fair distance.

Melitta...
I do not hold you at a distance.

You are my two favorite
women in this world.

And what happens brave Gannicus,
when presented with circumstance

you cannot laugh or fight
your way clear of?

Well, I may have to fuck
my way clear of it.

Good night!

Gannicus...

Never come up upon my back.

Apologies.

I seek only advice
for coming days.

Heed Oenomaus' instruction,
you will earn your brand.

Till then, stay from sight.

It is not the brand
that concerns me.

It is becoming champion.

There is only one way
to become champion.

Never fucking lose.

See Barca readied.

He is to accompany
me into the city.

Another stunt in the market?

Does my last bodyguard's
death fucking elude?

Barca is to serve as such?
He is a gladiator, not...

He is whatever I fucking say.

Have the Syrians also prepared.

Absent shackles and clothed
for the streets.

Ashur and Dagan,
what use do you see them to?

None of your concern.

With respect, Dominus,
I am the Doctore.

The men are my only concern.

A duty awarded
you by my father.

A man who would not
condemn a promising recruit

to the mines out of a mood.

Recruits, gladiators,
even you are but slaves.

Mine to command,
despite my fucking moods.

You truly believe this
man ripe with potential?

Indus will never be champion,
but he is not without skill.

Have him loaded
with the Syrians.

I will give him opportunity
to prove his worth.

Dominus.

Has Venus herself ever
appeared in such rare form?

You blaspheme.

Frequently and with
great relish.

Where is Gaia?

The appointed hour is upon us.

She stands ready.

Quintus...
Do not give voice to doubt.

We are committed,
and will see this to its end.

You each know
your parts.

See this act to
successful completion,

and earn the mark
of the brotherhood.

Without proving
ourselves in the test?

This is your test.

But turn thoughts toward
escape or fail in your charge,

and I will have you parted from
your cocks and crucified.

You're clear to your purpose?

Yes, Dominus.

Take up your positions,
and await my signal.

I do not trust the Syrians.

If this does not
end in our favor,

they will appear
as common thieves.

Absent my fucking
mark upon arm.

Oh, this will never work.

Of course it will, look at you.

What man or otherwise,
could resist such charms?

Gaia...

Oh, still fluttering heart.

I would not deny myself such
pleasures if presented again,

yet necessities shift
attention to cock.

And a golden one at that.

You set eyes towards Varus?

He is without wife,
last I heard.

We do this to aid my husband,
not to secure one of your own...

He arrives.

Let us end discussion
and set mind to purpose.

Good Vettius!
Thank the gods I have found you.

Your gratitude is misplaced.

I do not know you.

I am Varus' man.

He sends word of pressing
desire to see the new arena,

before retiring to business.

The arena? No.

I am of clear instruction to
meet him as he enters the city.

Of course...
Apologies.

I will deliver word
of your refusal.

Wait.

Varus is honored guest.

As such,
I am but humble servant.

It's quicker I think,
if we pass through here.

Apologies,
for the inconvenience.

Dominus will be most pleased
that you've accompanied me.

You've turned yourself about.

This is not the direction
of the fucking arena.

No.

It is not.

We are to leave this one alive,
you simple fuck!

[In Aramaic]
'Aved-leh.

Our charge is met.

I will not see the mines.

I fear they would
have been a blessing.

Apologies, brother.
Vettius saw your face.

Dominus gave instruction.

Where the fuck is Vettius?

Quintilius?

It is you!
Gaia!

What finds you in
such horrid climes?

A visit to see dearest friend.

Lucretia!

Lucretia and her husband
Batiatus are the saving grace

of this
ill-bred town.

This is Quintilius Varus,

an acquaintance
of my late husband.

His wine is the toast of Rome.

Your tongue has
lost none of its silver.

It is an honor.

And what good fortune blesses
Capua with your presence?

I come to choose
gladiators for the Vinalia.

Or would if young Vettius
ever deigns to appear.

We shall entertain you
with diverting conversation

while you wait.

I fear it shall be
tragically one sided.

The sun threatens
to bake me senseless.

We can not have such esteemed
guest expire so, can we?

Well, my husband's villa is
but a little ways from here.

You'd be more than welcome...
Gratitude.

But I would seek Vettius out,

and put foot to ass
for his delay.

Lucretia's slaves know the man.

It would be just
as easy for them to

bring him to her villa
when discovered.

It would give us much needed
pause to reacquaint ourselves.

Well, it would be ungrateful,
to refuse such kind offering.

Your villa, then.

My husband will be
most pleased to receive you.

What good fortune
to run into you...

The last time I was graced
with Gaia's presence was at some

sober, airless affair,
hosted by um,

oh, what was the man's name?

Atticus.
Atticus! Yes!

Desiccated specimen.

I fear without Gaia's charms,
pronounced boredom

would have carried me to
the afterlife that very night.

Oh, my husband returns.

Fetch more wine.

Lucretia, apologies.

I did not realize
we were to entertain.

An unexpected pleasure,
chanced upon in the city.

Quintilius Varus,
an old friend from Rome.

Ahh, the name is not unfamiliar.
You honor us with your presence.

The honor is mine,
to fall upon such

warm hospitality.

Ah, forgive unsightly
countenance.

A mount, long trusted,
threw me from purchase.

One must be cautious,
when dealing with such animals.

Yeah, a lesson
painfully learned.

What finds you so
far from Rome?

Games, of the Vinalia.

You come to choose men?

I have many fine offerings.
Gannicus, in particular...

Apologies...
You are a Lanista?

Uh, he has already set
purpose towards Vettius' men.

Ahh, well, fill cup and strike
ill-spoken words from mind.

Thing of no concern.

Vettius will see
you well attended.

At considerable savings.

Do I appear so light of purse,
to require such?

You have never been so
taken with the games.

I only assumed
you would not waste

excessive coin towards them.

True yet the gods must
be properly honored.

And Vettius remains
annoyingly absent.

Your men.

How stand they in
comparison to the boy's?

Well, I would not speak
ill of a brother Lanista.

You are too modest.

Vettius offers shit.

I was told by good Tullius that
his stable is well stocked.

The boy chooses gladiators
as carelessly as his wine.

High quantity,
of the lowest quality.

Come let us sample
a finer vintage.

Please.

Doctore!

Gladiators, form up!

Present yourselves!

Batiatus, Batiatus,
Batiatus!

Did I not tell you?

The finest gladiators
in all of Capua.

Hmm, a demonstration, perhaps?

Of course.

Gannicus!
Step forward.

Behold!
My finest champion!

No man stands his equal.

And who would you have face
this God of the arena?

Barca perhaps or Oenomaus,
who fought so bravely...

How about the Gaul?

Who would not marvel at
seeing such a creature locked

in mortal embrace.

Crixus?
Apologies the man does not yet

bear the mark
of the brotherhood.

Yet he is presented.

I fear such a match
would be overly brief.

A blessing,
considering the heat.

Well, let us move to it then.

Crixus!

Step forward!

A fucking jest.

The house of Batiatus is
humbled by the attentions

of Quintilius Varus.

Let us show him
they are not unwarranted.

Apologies, are they to use
those little wooden sticks?

Well, it is the tradition,
when blood is not the purpose.

So they are to fight
as children, not men?

Why, I would not see
you to such an impression.

Doctore!

Have wood give way to steel.

Gladius!

The gods have heard you.

They present opportunity
to become champion.

Begin!

Oenomaus has trained you well.

Yet you are pale
imitation of the man.

You lie!
I did no such thing!

[In Aramaic] Nasha
hrena minnan nafel yawma dena.

A fine attempt.

Have there ever before
been such a demonstration?

What say you, good Varus?

Should the Gaul live or die?

Well, Gaia chose the man,
let the choice be hers.

Let him live.

He may yet find his use.

What of my man Gannicus,
did you find him to your liking?

The man is weary
from his travels.

Let us not press him
with further business.

Come see yourself inside,
to uh,

sample other indulgences.

Some delights from Cyprus,
perhaps?

A region I'm most fond of.

As I recall.

What the fuck are you doing?

What I do best.

Varus is a man of particular
appetites which grow strong

under influence
of wine and opium.

See your man Gannicus
oiled and scented,

to be presented
as the hour passes.

I risk all to lure
Varus to our house,

only to find I am no longer
the fucking master of it...

She knows the man
more intimately than we do.

We must lend her our trust.

Let us pray it is not
soiled upon return.

See Gannicus prepared
and brought up to the villa.

And what will
be required of him?

Whatever I fucking desire.

Ashur and Dagan
returned absent Indus.

Did he not prove himself?

He did, and was well rewarded.

And the Syrians,
are they to be rewarded as well?

With the mark
of the brotherhood.

The mark?

Without proving
themselves in the test?

They proved
themselves in my test.

See it done.

Your father would
never approve...

I am not my fucking father!

A fact well known.

See to Gannicus.

Brand the fucking Syrians.

And inform Oenomaus that he is
to assume mantle of Doctore.

Dominus...

You are a relic,
as is my father.

Shadows from the past,
soon to fade from memory.

See to Gannicus.

See how it caresses the wine.

Is there anything so enticing?

I have seen its rival.

This house indeed
offers many pleasures.

With more yet to be presented.

Pleasing this man

must now become your
sole fucking purpose.

Please him?
In what manner?

I have had my fill of being
questioned by slaves.

If Varus wishes
you to suck his cock dry,

you will savor every drop.

Are we of a singular mind?

Dominus.

In honor of
distinguished guest,

I present my finest man
for you personal viewing.

Behold Gannicus.

Yours to command.

You are quite the Lanista,
Batiatus.

I have never been so well
plied towards aid of a sale.

This is not
about business.

This is how they live!

They grab life and squeeze
until the juice flows.

How do you always come by
such marvelous acquaintance?

It is a gift.

One among many

set before me.

Is he not of a form,
our champion?

I have not seen his like.

And more than a few
have stood before me.

The man stands
as a God.

The arena
his Olympus.

He once thrust his blade so
deep into his opponent's breast,

that tears turned to blood.

I am not impressed...
By inflated tales.

My interests are grounded
in what I can see,

what I can touch.

Now that is...
Impressive.

Are you as skilled in its
use as you are with a sword?

I would have demonstration.

The man is yours,

we will lend privacy.

You mistake intent.

No I have had too much wine
and other pleasures

for such rough
exertion.

No, I would prefer
a feast of the eyes.

Have him fuck this one,

and I shall watch.

Apologies...
For what?

Is she not a slave?

She is.

And will do as commanded.

Welcome to the fucking
brotherhood.

Why are we gathered?

The Syrians receive the mark.

Absent the test?

Wait, are we not
to recite the oath?

I will not see more shit
heaped upon sacred rites.

You may bear the mark but don't
ever think yourself a gladiator,

you little cunt.

Doctore!

Do not fucking speak
to me in such tone!

Apologies...

You believe yourself my equal,
Oenomaus?

No, Doctore.

Gladius!

Bring fucking swords!

Now, let us see if you have
learned all I have to teach.

Remove her dress.

Is that what I taught you,
Oenomaus?

Doctore...
How to turn upon heel?

Doctore!

Doctore, stop!

Fight me you coward!

Melitta I...
See it done.

Prove yourself worthy,
Oenomaus.

I taught you well.

The man is dead?

I did not want it.

He forced me to fight.

And I do not know the reason
for his anger toward me.

The reason falls
to my own tongue.

Earlier I revealed intent of

raising you to position
of Doctore.

I am not to return
to the arena?

You are beyond such things now,

proven by your
training of Crixus.

Let us put the past behind us,
and look to future glories.

My wife.

I know it is not our time,
but I would ask to see her.

I will send her to you when
she has finished her duties.

Gratitude.

Apologies the demands of
a Lanista seldom offer respite.

Oh, none required.

This night has been filled
with unexpected joys.

You remain in Capua?

Until more adventurous
opportunities

present themselves.

I'll take my leave then with
promise of further discourse.

Oh, your man, Gannicus.

I would see him perform again.

In the primus of my games.

And you shall
have him.

Terms to be
discussed.

Gratitude for your
hospitality.

It will not soon be forgotten.

Primus!

Did I not tell
you I knew the man?

May the gods strike me
for entertaining doubt.

You were magnificant!

Did I not tell you!

You have elevated this house.

Yet speak of how
we came by such honor,

and see brotherhood
shattered and a husband lost.

I have done a terrible thing.

We do what we must
in this house.

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