Spartacus

In the world of a gladiator, a man's fame and glory

Constructs it's own truth.

Fame and glory.

I seek neither.

Fight for me.

And I will help to reunite you.

I do not favor the games.

I meant no offense.

I am practiced with sword, not words.

A gladiator's virtues extend

Well beyond the sands of the arena.

Three months of grain,

The payment standing past due,

Three, is it? To the day.

They will settle this grudge in the arena.

Crixus, the undefeated!

Spartacus, dog who defies death!

You needed more training.

I shall train harder then.

It is too late for such things.

Do you think me a fool?

No, dominus.

Yet you dishonor me.

An agreement reached, an oath sworn!

You would submit to gladiatorial training.

Call me master,

Attend to the rules!

In return, I would search for

Your precious wife!

But your haste bested you.

Defying doctore, maneuvering to usurp gnaeus

To face crixus in the arena.

Your first contest!

With crixus!

The champion of fucking capua!

I realize the mistake in it.

Mistake?

Fuck, you had the crowd!

You survived execution

Against four of solonius' men!

Your name was on every tongue!

Now after your showing with crixus,

It's spoken of with contempt!

Your little mistake makes reunion

With your wife problematic.

You have knowledge of her?

The syrian glabe I sold her to

Was last noted heading north.

We've yet to divine their destination.

You must keep searching for her.

You shit on honorable agreements

And press for fresh demands?

Tell me, thracian,

How will you pay for her release if found?

Her transport?

Do you shoot magic coins out of your ass?

If so, squat and produce!

I shall fight in the arena, my winnings--

No one wishes to see you fight!

The crowd's favor, like the wind, is fleeting.

Their interest in you has blown out.

There must be a way for me to fight.

Only one.

In a place where you needn't follow rules,

Because none exist.

The pits of the underworld.

Fight there and survive,

And you will fill both our hands with coin.

And--

You may yet feel your wife's touch again.

Thracian bitch.

Barca! Release!

I think your wife's binding should remain here.

Where you're going, you might lose it.

Along with an arm.

Finish preparing him.

A word, dominus?

If hastened.

The walls spread rumor of the pits.

You find objection to this course?

It is a place of pain and suffering,

Beasts dying without honor.

Your father would never have--

The decision is made!

If a beast cannot be tamed, it must be unleashed.

If the rains ever return,

I shall soak in a bath for a week.

Ahh, perfume.

Only a few drops remain, domina.

I shall save them for jupiter.

I will douse his altar and pray

That the scent sparks a deluge.

Have you seen my dagger? It eludes me.

What purpose requires it?

I've divined an additional stream of revenue.

One that will provide us a proper bath.

And this stream,

It flows from what orifice?

The pits.

The pits.

Look, crixus remains the single draw of the ludus.

Of the new recruits, varro is the only man of promise.

Spartacus and kerza prove worthless in the arena.

So I fight them both tonight where they may yet

Fill our purse.

Quintus.

Dispatching the thracian brings me relief.

You descending into the pits does not.

It stains the name, and threatens the body.

My body will be well protected.

Barca looms over it, ready to break bone

At the slightest provocation.

Inform barca that if you return scathed,

I'll have his cock in a jar.

The message will be dutifully delivered.

Give crixus a woman tonight.

Motivation to the others that success brings

Decoration in many forms.

I'll see him well satisfied.

Keep moving you fuck!

Where do they take him?

To the underworld, where he belongs.

Back to training!

Tell me I don't look like I have been shit

From a boar's ass like you.

I am not dying in the pits.

I'll show these fucking cunts my cock

Was forged in vulcan's flames.

I will fuck them all!

Tear his ass open!

Rip his head off!

Get up, get up, you useless--

Shit.

Shit!

Ovidius approaches.

Ovidius, good to lay eyes!

I had expected them laid earlier.

Our agreement calls for repayment of your debt

Plus thirty percent, to be delivered

The day after the games of the vulcanalia.

Yet I find you here,

Wagering coin still owed.

You'll be first to receive what is due, I assure you.

Words spewed by janus,

From both sides of his face.

You'll be repaid soon enough.

Unless you'd care to press the matter?

At your convenience then.

Until such time,

The points still accrue.

Ass eating shit.

Speak to me such again, I will accrue your fucking head.

Ixion, victor!

You want to face me?

May the gods fare you better, thracian.

For both our sakes.

Your neck is bare of my gift.

It is.

You did not favor it, then?

The necklace I gave you?

Lower your voice.

Your gift, I cannot accept it.

Pardon my mistake.

You must understand, if domina--

You've made your intention clear.

Does it excite you?

To know that your very footsteps

Moisten my thighs?

I would have them dripping even more.

Well draw closer and make it so.

What are you clutching?

Show me.

A humble gift.

For a goddess.

Put it on.

Does it please you?

Yes.

Witness the captive beasts,

Quenching our thirst with blood!

Set to die in the pits--

Payment for their offensive births!

Let death descend anew!

Behold, myrmex!

Behold, spartacus!

The crowd does not seem to favor him.

Why would they, after his showing in the arena?

What weapons

Shall the gods bless them with?

Or curse them

With empty hands!

Choose your fate!

Myrmex draws sphairai!

Spartacus draws caestus!

Myrmex has the advantage.

Thank you for the fucking obvious.

We have but a single rule!

Only one survives!

Mongrel on mongrel,

Till charon arrives!

What do you make of the odds?