Beneath the Mask

Spartacus: Gods of the Arena

Episode 4

& Titus: A net and trident? The man appears more common fisherman than gladiator.
    Batiatus: The style is called Retiarius, carried from the outer regions.
    Titus: They should carry it back.

& Ashur: Dagan says he will honor the House of Batiatus with gifts of blood. As will the mighty Ashur.
    Oenomaus: And do not die too quickly...

& Titus: A champion is more than his victories upon the sands. He is the sum of his actions. Every decision, no matter how small, speaks to the man. And the balance of his heart.
    Batiatus: And in his breast beats the heart of a lion!
    Titus: And what does it beat for?

& Gannicus: What happened between us...
    Melitta: Was not of our choosing. We must turn it from thought, and never give it voice.
    Gannicus: My tongue it bends to such warning. Yet the thought of you... It proves troublesome.
    Melitta: The memory will fade with time. As do all things born of misfortune.

& Solonius: The situation forces us all to actions otherwise never considered. The blame lies in the Fates, absolving weighted heart.

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& Lucretia: You have shared drink. Food. Distractions of the eye and ear. Yet these are common things. Enjoyed by men bound by accusing morality of their deeds. I would see you freed from such human constraints. Touch these to flesh. Sever all ties from the mortal world. And rise as gods in the House of Batiatus.

& Oenomaus: You are to indulge him, allow a show of blood but level no insult nor injury in return. Such action would bear unfortunate consequence.
    Gannicus: I am to lose?
    Oenomaus: And win your life.

& Lucretia: Tullius!.. The man gives the missio. The match is yours.
    Tullius: A god of the arena... Saved by a woman.

& Gannicus: Tell me it does not stir in your breast as well.
    Melitta: What I feel means nothing.
    Gannicus: It holds the world.
    Melitta: What would you do, if you were my husband? And you learned of such a thing?
    Gannicus: I would kill us both.

& Tullius: Apollo... God of the sun.
    Lucretia: And truth.
    Tullius: Something often obscured by the masks we wear.

& Tullius: They say Apollo brings warmth and prosperity, to those who would pray to him. Those who understand their place. On their knees.

& Titus: A Roman citizen. Dead in my house!
    Lucretia: By the hands of the very man you defend.
    Titus: You help set this in motion, and now claim innocence in the outcome?
    Lucretia: I claim vengeance! His life for hers. Blood and brains on the fucking floor.

& Titus: Every choice you make, shapes your fate, Quintus.

& Batiatus: You would dissolve my marriage?
    Titus: No, you must make that choice for yourself. Or be gone from this house with her.

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