Spartacus

Yes!

Spartacus,

victor again!

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

Must the thracian appear in every Primus?

Does the house of 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 tried of this thracian and his victories.

Perhaps something of

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.

Our next auction is about to begin.

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.

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.

Good citizens of Capua.

The auction begins, Dominus.

To business, then.

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, an imposing gaul, is pulled forward.

Skin, his armor!

Hands, his steel!

Who would claim such a man?!

Bid!

Five denarii!

Five denarii from good Vibius!

Ten denarii!

Twelve!

Fifteen!

Twenty!

Twenty-five denarii!

I grow tired of bidding.

A hundred denarii!!

A hundred?

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,

now 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!

You have been blessed!

Each and every one of you,

to find yourselves here,

at the ludus of Quintus Lentulus

purveyor of the finest 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.

Succeed, and stand proud among my titans!

Batiatus, Batiatus, Batiatus!

A gladiator does not fear death.

He embraces it.

Caresses it.

Fucks it..

What make you of the new men?

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.

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.

Who should I choose?!

May I offer a suggestion to aid your dilemma?

Doctore!

Our honored guest wishes to access the recruits' virtues.

Remove your cloths!

I wish to alter my bet.

Everything on the one with the horse cock.

The one on the left...

Segovax, gaul.

He has truly been blessed by the God Priapus.

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.

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.

Caecila, 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 private

introduction to your man Segovax.

Here at the villa.

Uh, these are proper roman women.

They only mingle with families of equal standing.

Oh, 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 die call your name!

And Varro answers.

You continue to gamble.