Spartacus

It wounds my heart to see a man once so elevated plummet to such depths.

Your dog, Ashur.

Was he always upon your leash?

- Even when licking my ass... - His loyalty never wavered.

The man is most skilled in deceit.

But perhaps you were too blinded by envy to pursue the truth.

Don't you flatter yourself.

Did you not have eyes towards my ludus? My champions?

My wife?

You would steal glory from the House of Batiatus.

Yet here you are.

With nothing but blood and sand for your efforts.

Capua will see you for what you are.

The man who brought the magistrate's murderer to justice, a hero of the people.

May the gods protect me from their wrath.

Crixus makes quick work of his opponent.

I must return to the pulvinus.

To announce your execution.

Well played, Batiatus.

I underestimated you.

You're not the first to die

for that mistake.

Crixus honors the memory of your husband.

As do we all.

We should put these dark times behind us...

And with Solonius' blood...

Amend our grief.

Crixus! Crixus!

Crixus! Crixus! Crixus!

I request words with Batiatus,

yet you return absent the man.

Other matters occupy his attention.

I've pressed for audience all week.

Dominus forgets who his champion is.

It is you who forgets title,

master and slave.

Apologies.

I have made many mistakes since becoming champion.

Know that I intend to rectify them shortly.

Good citizens of Capua!

I stand before you,

the sting of tears yet hot upon my cheek,

to redress a most vile crime

against our city and our hearts.

The murder of magistrate Titus Calavius!

His life stolen

for lust of profit and advancement.

His warmth and guidance

torn from our hands...

And those of loving wife and noble son!

Yet today we shall witness justice!

The base criminal that has so wounded us

shall be executed ad gladium!

Enter Solonius!

Enemy of the people!

Fucking pig!

Traitor!

Slice his traitor tongue off!

You fucking pig!

And who shall balance the scales?

Who shall restore honor to our city?

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

There is but one man!

The Slayer of Theokoles!

The bringer of rain!

Spartacus...

Champion of Capua!

You survived your execution, thracian.

Upon these very sands.

Perhaps good Solonius will fare as well.

I would not expect it.

Begin!

Fight me, damn it!

Why does Spartacus not strike in return?

He but extends the moment, to the favor of the crowd.

The villain's blood will flow soon enough.

Your husband has been a gift from the gods.

Numerius would be lost without his support.

He gains great comfort in the act.

The comfort is ours.

He will make a fine father, when the day comes.

Look, Spartacus draws blood.

You are not absent skill.

Nor desire to live.

You see?

Solonius comes to his end.

And who would not wish it?

The streets of Rome are wet with tears of your loss.

We have not received word from you, Ilithyia.

Did you speak to your husband?

About patronage for the House of Batiatus?

At length.

He comes to Capua a day hence,

to discuss the matter personally.

The roar of the crowd.

There is no sound more glorious.

The last you shall hear.

You take the wrong life.

Your master Batiatus, is the villain.

And shall join you presently.

kill! Kill! Kill!

Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!

I would not have Agron risk himself

on behalf of brotherly bond.

See him separated from Duro in future games.

And, what of Spartacus?

He grows restless at not receiving audience.

The proceedings with Solonius have filled my attentions.

Send Mira to occupy his thoughts.

I will summon him in the morning.

Dominus.

Robes, fit for a man of breeding and intelligence!

You wear them well.

Today day beheld the end of Solonius.

A welcomed spectacle, given purchase

by your loyalty and cunning.

You shall be removed from the ludus immediately.

Removed?

You'll reside in the villa.

Elevated far above the common men,

your devious fucking mind close to elbow.

Gratitude seizes the tongue.

Well perhaps a woman will aid in the untangling of it.

Name any slave, and the wet joys

of her body are yours.

I confess to certain longings.

For one not yet soiled by the other men.

Give name to your desire, and see it fulfilled.

Apologies.

My presence was commanded.

By Batiatus?

His words set me to purpose.

But they were gladly received...

I tend your wound.

Stand guard at your request while you

stain hands with blood.

And you discard a simple touch?

My mind is taken with other thoughts.

Then break open head and share them.

I fear Batiatus suspects my hand in Aulus' death.

He appears absent the weight of pressing concern.

Then why does he not grant me audience?

What secrets did Aulus reveal in dying breath,

that so inflamed?

That his hand robbed Sura of life.

By command of Batiatus.

You plan vengeance!

You cannot do this!

Spartacus... That is not what she called me!

Never again will I hear her whisper my true name.

Or taste the joy of it on her lips.

I will see the light fade from his eyes,

or join her in the attempt.

At expense of my life?

The thracian does not know roman law!

If one slave spills the blood of his master...

All are put to death.

Each to his own fate.

And I to mine.

You move with strong purpose...

Spurred, by your victory.

When I defeated Pericles,

and you were not in the pulvinus...

There is no meaning to glory,

without your eyes to witness.

They will never again be absent.

Naevia?

Hurry!

Quickly!

Naevia!

Domina.

What business do you attend, that you do not answer?

Fetching wine, Domina.

Apologies, I did not hear..

Leave it.

There is a service required of you by Dominus.

My heart quickens at such a vision.

Please...

Set mind to ease.

I cling to no grudge for past transgressions.

I do not understand.

You spoke with Doctore,

after it was said Barca secured his freedom.

I told him nothing.

A thing of no consequence.

Turn it from your thoughts.

As I have turned it from mine...

In favor of more...

Intimate concerns...

I have admired your beauty for many years.

Were you aware of my affections?

I have felt your gaze linger of late.

A gaze is all I could dare....

Your position placing you forever beyond my grasp.

Delicate, ripe Naevia.

Always the forbidden fruit.

Until now...

You tremble.

Has a man never kissed you...

Caressed the soft curves of your hips...