Spartacus: House of Ashur

Who claimed his fucking life?

A Scythian. She does not carry a name.

Celadus fell to a woman?

He would not have wished this-

you and I standing in constant opposition.

I would see aid given Achillia.

We must be secure in knowledge

that you are protected from those

who would see you toward disadvantage.

- Speak of Uncle Servius? - He looms, but one of many.

If Pompey's allowed to marry Viridia,

he will forever be aligned with Gabinius.

You intend to remove Gabinius from the Senate?

No. I intend to remove him from fucking life.

Have her bathed and sent to me.

Hilara, assist

towards urgent matter.

Did you call upon me to--

What is this fucking shit?!

Send word to Crassus

to discuss granting him my full support in the Senate!

I did not mean for this.

Viridia will know

the man you truly are.

No.

She will!

How does she fare, your daughter?

As one who has seen heart torn from chest.

I cannot believe he's gone.

His death severest blow to the Republic.

Such a tragic loss.

Know that I am here

for both of you.

Sentiment embraced

as intended.

Ah,

Caesar and Cornelia appear,

dispelling darkness with welcomed light.

Cossutia.

I have wailed as if cherished husband

were cut from my own flesh.

I'm glad you yet stand whole.

Would that Pompey did not stand so.

An enemy of the people.

To think we greeted him with arms spread with affection

and adulation.

He must be seen to account.

Preferably at the end of a fucking sword.

He stands a consul of Rome-

beyond reach of laws that govern the rest of us.

You would see him go unpunished for what he has done?

No. I only mean there is--

Calm waters.

Crassus looks to introduce resolution within the Senate

to strip Pompey of title.

And protection it affords.

What of his army camped outside the gates of Rome?

Fled from responsibility

as all of questionable nature do when faced with blood upon hand.

The situation is well attended.

He has been elevated to legatus

and charged to see Pompey towards a violent end.

Apologies.

I will pay respects.

Caesar.

You honor this house.

Allow me to introduce Servius, brother to beloved husband.

Deepest sorrow towards loss

of most precious brother.

Gratitude.

Yet I must inquire, why does your slave stand among us?

Ashur is a free man

and respected lanista within Capua.

Ah, yes,

the Syrian good Proculus has spoken of.

I have thought towards munera to honor fallen kin

and reintroduce myself to a city I have been too long from.

Funeral games?

I shall provide my men gratis...

- in remembrance of your father. - Oh, most excellent.

- To be met in kind? - Without hesitation.

We do not stand empty of purse.

Let us say a clutch of your men each with respective champions

to meet in the Primus?

Your brother's memory will be etched in blood upon the sands.

As I would see it held this day

by...

all those of appropriate breeding.

We are but guests of the House of Servius.

Uh, see the man to egress...

at rear of villa, removed from public eye.

Hold.

I would have a moment.

Apologies.

My uncle can be...

abrupt.

It was foolish of me to come.

It lifts heart that you have.

I wish to express gratitude.

Towards?

You tried to warn me

of Pompey.

If only I'd listened.

The fault lies with the man who took your father's life.

And no other.

He did not deserve such a fate.

- He did not. -

I must go before I am missed.

Know that you are in my thoughts.

Use spear to force distance.

Do not let fucking Scythian draw close.

Again.

The brother of Gabinius has mind towards funeral games.

Doctore,

a clutch of men stand requested.

Choose as you wish.

Dominus, what of the Scythian?

Achillia shall face her in Primus.

Glory

to the House of fucking Ashur.

You avoid me.

I but attend my duties as vilica.

Do such encompass the murder of a fucking senator?

I did not know Pompey would lash out in fatal manner.

A man's actions are far from predictable

when under sway of opium.

That is why your fucking dominus so desired it upon the moment.

Is it not?

And why you plied me with kindest words

to spirit such from Domina's chambers.

I had no knowledge of what Dominus planned.

Nor would I have involved you if I thought anyone

would come to harm in the act of it.

Intent has no bearing upon deadly result.

If it were discovered that I--

All with a hand in it would suffer.

The affairs of this fucking house

and everyone within it fall from concern.

Domina makes ready to depart for Rome

and would see me remain at her side.

You leave this house?

Never to return.

Do not worry, brother.

You shall rise again

when she falls to the Scythian.

Doctore.

The Scythian does not favor her right as you do.

It is the left that holds greater threat.

Such escaped my notice.

Perhaps...

more observant eye would yield less disappointing result.

Perhaps.

I thought you did not care for style of dimachaerus.

I do not.

Yet my father did,

as does the beast you are to face in the arena.

You remain from fucking back.

We move in hopeful direction.

Good. Yet there are two ends of a fucking spear.

Seek to use them both.

You again pursue opportunity to seize mantle of champion?

I give no shit towards it.

I but crave the Scythians struck from this fucking world,

if not by my hand, then yours.

Do not make such brief work of the Syrian's champion.

I would see her suffer

and, by association, her dominus.

And I would see her set upon the man's fucking doctore,

the scales of blood towards balance!