The Bitter End

Spartacus: Gods of the Arena

Episode 6

& Lucretia: The magistrate himself pays respect? It’s a great honor.
    Batiatus: For my father. Years I wished for blistering tongue to cool. Only to long for it to scorch ear once more.

& Batiatus: Spill blood upon the sand, yet live to one day die with glory and honor in the arena!

& Batiatus: This is all that remains. When the smoke clears and the embers die. The sum total of a man’s life.

& Gannicus: If you had sold me to Tullius, no one else’s life would be at risk.
    Batiatus: With great risk comes greater reward. And I would have mine!

& Batiatus: Good Tullius... Let us have final words. Before you depart this life.

& Lucretia: All things change... What we hold close to our hearts eventually pass from this world. And what we once turned from in disgust... We embrace as necessity.

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& Lucretia: Raise your eyes. What do you see?
    Crixus: The Domina of this house.
    Lucretia: Is that all?
    Crixus: I see a woman. Unlike any I have seen before.
    Lucretia: Better.

& Lucretia: Your hair and your beard give the appearance of a fucking animal. I would have you reformed into the semblance of a man. To make the lie I must tell myself more convincing...

& Batiatus: This arena was your life. Add to its foundation.

& Oenomaus: Show all of Capua why you are considered such a prize. Fight. And honor the House of Batiatus.
    Gannicus: There are many things I would die for. Many I deserve to die for. This house is no longer among them.
    Oenomaus: Then fight for her. Every life you take. The blood you shed. She will see it from the afterlife.
    Gannicus: Then I shall fill her eyes!

& Magistrate: Gannicus has proven himself to the city of Capua! Let him be rewarded... with freedom!

& Barca: I shall join you one day, you mad fuck.
    Gannicus: Of that there is no doubt.

& Crixus: We have not yet had proper contest.
    Gannicus: Win your own freedom, and seek me out.

& Batiatus: I would not hear the name Gannicus spoken within these walls. Nor that of Tullius or his cock eating apprentice. These things are of the past. Let us look towards brighter future.
    Lucretia: My eyes are firmly fixed.
    Batiatus: We will see this house elevated. Beyond my father. Beyond Solonius. Beyond the fucking gods themselves. We will leave our mark upon this city. And one day... see proper reward for all we have done.

& Spartacus: I have done this thing because it is just! Blood demands blood. We have lived and lost at the whims of our masters for too long. I would not have it so. Your lives are your own. Forge your own path... or join with us, and together we shall see Rome tremble!

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Reckoning

Spartacus: Gods of the Arena

Episode 5

& Lucretia: She was more than friend. She was family. Titus has ordered Gaia’s slave removed. And commanded that salt and spelt be scattered. Decision and ritual, to cleanse all trace of Gaia from beneath his roof.

& Oenomaus: Apologies, Dominus.
    Titus: You but did as commanded. The burden lies with errant son, cast adrift upon churning sea of impropriety.

& Batiatus: I must give him my answer tomorrow. It is too late for dreams.
    Lucretia: It is never too late. When will is set to purpose.

& Lucretia: You are a Gaul, are you not?
    Crixus: Yes, Domina.
    Lucretia: Many believe the seed of a Gaul to rival that of Jupiter himself... Tell me. How many sons sprang from your father’s cock?

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& Lucretia: You are never to speak of this. Do you understand, slave?
    Crixus: Yes, Domina.
    Lucretia: Well, I would not look upon you. The sight turns stomach.

& Batiatus: Father!.. A memento. Of days past.

Some actions carry too steep a price.
    Lucretia: Batiatus: Even in refraining, the ground beneath us pitches.

& Titus: If I pull acceptance to Tullius, we will be excluded from future games. We would be forced to beg for matches in the lesser venues of Nola or Neapolis. A heavy price.
    Lucretia: Oenomaus: As is often that of the honorable choice.

& Titus: Tell me you are not the serpent I have thought you to be.
    Lucretia: I am not... I’m far worse.
Ω Lucretia, perge!

& Titus: You curse this house.
    Lucretia: No, father. I elevate it.

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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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Paterfamilias

Spartacus: Gods of the Arena

Episode 3

& Batiatus: I give you Oenomaus! No longer to hold that name! No longer a gladiator! Now and forever, to be revered as your Doctore!.. This has been wielded with pride by each before you, since the time of my grandfather. Bestowed only on the most loyal and honorable of men.
    Oenomaus: Your will. My hands.

& Melitta: There was no betrayal in what you did. Some acts cannot be avoided, when stripped of choice.

& Batiatus: At last, the gods remove cock from my fucking ass!

& Melitta: Your return lifts the heart, Dominus.
    Titus: Only for those who yet possess one.

& Cossutius: I shall have this one. She’s considerably tighter. ... Move on top of him. Do you know why I chose this man? So crudely etched?.. The smell of shit hot upon his breath?.. Because this world is filled with the grotesque. And the divine. They exist together, two sides of a coin. You cannot have one... Without threat of the other... Yet words do not convey the true nature of this. It must be experienced. It must be felt... And never forgotten.

& Varis: How does your dowry stand? I was under impression you were absent family of means.
    Lucretia: Gaia is a treasure within herself.
    Varis: One to be coveted. By a man untethered to the burden of position and appearance.

& Lucretia: You were well satisfied?
    Cossutius: Praise laid upon your house has not been exaggerated. It is a wonder.
    Varis: That such base diversion would be impossible to conceal in Rome.
    Lucretia: Capua is city of many pleasures.

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& Crixus: I am to fight?
    Auctus: You are to die.

& Gannicus: There are many things given to us in this life, for the wrong reasons. What we do with such blessings... that is the true test of a man.

& Oenomaus: Fight with honor. And if the gods will it... Die the same.

& Batiatus: You have shown great promise. In practice. In exhibition against Gannicus. Yet this is the arena. This is where men become gods. Legions with far greater training and skill than you have fallen upon this sacred ground. Many beneath Auctus’ spear. But I do not think that you will be one of them. You have the blood of a champion... Do you wish to behold such miracle come to pass?
    Crixus: It is all I desire.
    Batiatus: Then seize fucking glory. And see us both proven worthy.

& Titus: I give you Crixus! Murmillo! His opponent, a warrior unmatched in skill and honor. I give you Auctus! Hoplomachus!

& Crixus: I swear to be burned, chained, beaten, or die by the sword. In pursuit of honor in the arena.
    Batiatus: Welcome to the brotherhood.

& Batiatus: So... you remain here?
    Titus: Until breath flees wearied flesh, calling me to the afterlife.

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Missio

Spartacus: Gods of the Arena

Episode 2

& Lucretia: Tullius has always been a favored son of Capua. I can not believe he would be capable of doing such a thing.
    Batiatus: A man of ambition is capable of anything.

& Batiatus: We do not surrender in this fucking house! I’ll see these walls fall to ruin before Missio is given!

& Crixus: I will not die a faceless slave, forgotten by history!
    Ashur: We shall rise together. One day all the Republic will marvel at the sight of us.

& Melitta: You joke of killing a man you love. When someday you may be asked to.
    Gannicus: Oh, you two are a perfect match, are you not. Both always fretting about what tomorrow may bring. We are slaves. Burden of choice and conscience equally removed. We are truly free when we fight.

& Melitta: What happens brave Gannicus, when presented with circumstance you cannot laugh or fight your way clear of?
    Gannicus: Well, I may have to fuck my way clear of it.

& Crixus: It is not the brand that concerns me. It is becoming champion.
    Gannicus: There is only one way to become champion... Never fucking lose.

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& Gannicus: The gods have heard you. They present you an opportunity to become champion.

& Batiatus: Pleasing this man must now become your sole fucking purpose.
    Gannicus: Please him? In what manner?
    Batiatus: I have had my fill of being questioned by slaves. If Varus wishes you to suck his cock dry, you will savor every drop. Are we of a singular mind?
    Gannicus: ... Dominus.

& Varus: I have never been so well plied towards aid of a sale...
    Gaia: This is not about business. This is how they live! They grab life and squeeze until the juice flows.

& Oenomaus: I have done a terrible thing.
    Melitta: We do what we must in this house.

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Σ We do what we must in this house.

Past Transgressions

Spartacus: Gods of the Arena

Episode 1

& Solonius: Is your man ever of a serious note?
    Batiatus: He’d strip naked and fight with his cock, as long as he wins.

& Gannicus: I could have killed the man absent an arm and both fucking legs!
    Doctore: Hubris... A fine quality. Often possessed by cunts who perish from it.

& Solonius: We must prove ourselves in the more important bouts in the old arena and secure position.
    Batiatus: To fight later in the day we must first distinguish ourselves against Vettius’ men.
    Solonius: Yet Vettius’ men only fight later in the day. A vexing conundrum.

& Solonius: You pay too much for the man.
    Batiatus: The man is nothing. I pay to gain favor with Tullius.

& Batiatus: Even the lowest man can rise beyond the heavens, if tempted with the proper reward...

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& Oenomaus: Lesson one: never drop your fucking guard.

& Solonius: You press beyond advantage.
    Batiatus: No. I fucking press towards it.

& Batiatus: Your wife’s weekly visit. Two nights hence?
    Oenomaus: Yes, Dominus.
    Batiatus: I would see her to your bed tonight as well. In gratitude for honest thoughts.
    Oenomaus: Dominus.

& Doctore: A brawl in the streets... Where is the honor in such a thing?
    Batiatus: Fuck honor. This is business.

& Batiatus: Gannicus is not for sale.
    Tullius: Everything is for sale, Batiatus. The question is but price.

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