Spartacus: House of Ashur (2025) s01e05 Episode Script

[Achillia] The past stands not who I am.
[screams]
When will Crassus bless us
with fucking presence?
[grunting]
News only just reached ear
of your man's injuries.
And I shall storm Olympus
to see you satisfied.
Word upon breeze has caressed ear
of the finest Egyptian linens
arriving tomorrow.
- Seize them.
- [screams] Viridia
[both grunt]
You are safe now.
Cilicians.
It is well known that you desire
entry to approaching games.
I shall see you well positioned.
We have gained position in the
games of the Ludi Apollinares
[all cheer]
We shall see the Brothers Ferox
to fucking grass
by the hands of
the goddess of fucking death.
Caesar.
[blades ring]
[rapid percussive music]
[dark, eerie music]
[grunting]
Place abomination in darkest
corner, far from fucking sight.
[sighs] Noble wife need
not trouble herself
with such base matter of the household.
Cornelia counsels her own desires,
as her father before her.
And she prefers house
fit for Roman habitation.
All beneath my roof
stand at your command.
I expect no less.
[both smooch, Cornelia laughs]
[clears throat]
Apologies.
I would break words in private
regarding pressing concerns.
[sighs] Very well.
Let us discover wine upon the way
to better soften sharp conversation.
[Cornelia] You
what title do you hold
in this house of shit?
I stand vilica of the House of Ashur
and personal body slave to its dominus.
Position of vilica stands
less refined than in Rome,
yet I suppose one must make do.
- Yes, Domina.
- Prepare bath,
so I may cleanse the stench
of this house from body
in advance of it gaining
permanent residence.
Ah [burps]
[sniffs] Oh, at least your wine
doesn't taste of piss.
Only the finest offering
in Capua were secured
in expectation Crassus himself
would materialize.
I had thought of
broaching subject towards
rebuilding the old arena
The man remains encamped
outside the gates of Rome
with his army, countering that of Pompey,
with thoughts far removed from Capua,
its citizens of slight concern.
Your presence holds equal value.
- Equal?
- Uh
more so, in many regards.
And honored arrival breaks
upon heels of glorious news.
I have gained position
in the upcoming games
of the Ludi Apollinares, hosted
by Senator Gabinius himself.
Was such bounty presented
in return for repelling
Cilician attack against
beloved wife and daughter?
[chuckles]
How has this word reached you so swiftly?
Did you truly hold the gods would smile
upon one as base as you,
absent guided hand
beyond whim of divinity?
The Cilicians.
They stood your men?
Draped in manner and form
plaguing the Republic.
Message placed you to retrieve freight
at appointed time and place.
Then whisper set upon gentle breeze
swept Cossutia and Viridia
upon like hour.
Your men nearly had my fucking life.
[sighs]
Yet, here you stand.
And the will of Marcus Crassus
well executed
towards securing the gratitude
of good Gabinius.
Crassus
set plot in motion?
If mind had been clever,
you would have ingratiated self,
absent need of intervention.
Thankfully, a keener wit has
now arrived to mold situation
- towards advantage.
- What goal fixes upon intent?
Gabinius must be swayed
in opposition of Pompey
towards your patron, Crassus.
And the man before you, of course.
Gabinius is mired in tradition
and not easily moved
beyond rooted position.
By your tongue, no. I will
break word with the man.
Take flight; secure an invitation.
Your will.
My hands.
Attend!
The games of the Ludi
Apollinares fast approaches.
I would see you all blessed
to position of victory,
honoring this house.
And who stands for the arena, Doctore?
You are chosen, Tarchon,
paired with vaunted father.
[cheering]
Erato, Ephesius,
Dominus sees you to reward as well.
[cheering]
Achillia,
you are to be presented as
champion of the House of Ashur.
You honor me, Doctore.
I but cast you to wolves.
Celadus, Tarchon, fall to my side.
Let us stand reflection
of the Brothers Ferox
and set Achillia to purpose.
Foul aroma permeates villa.
Born of failure and death,
mingled with cuisine of foreign origin.
Our presence a sacrifice,
towards promised glory.
You've set the Syrian upon path?
Like mule upon road,
carrying burden unfit for human form.
How gauge you his men?
They do not all stand
so firm of attribute.
He trains a woman?
[chuckles] Ambitions
soar beyond training.
He presents her as champion
of this fucking house.
[chuckles]
Visit to Capua presents
unexpected delights.
[Gabinius] You see me to disadvantage.
I was told Crassus himself
would grace our city.
[Ashur] Apologies.
Assumption made in error.
Yet know in absence
I stand his voice and will.
Oh. A title I thought
laid claim by the Syrian.
It stands so,
when Caesar finds himself
removed from Capua.
Hmm.
And what word carries from Rome?
Crassus seeks to erect a bridge,
spanning chasm between himself
and noble senator.
My favor lies with Pompey.
A position widely known.
Yet was it Pompey the gods dispatched
when cherished wife
and daughter were set upon
by the Cilician shits
the Syrian informs me of?
It was not.
Yet I have recently petitioned Pompey
to remove himself from Rome
and quell fucking plague
ravishing the Republic.
You would see him unmoored from his army
- beyond the gates of Rome?
- [Gabinius scoffs]
The man remains firmly tethered,
unmoved by reason or duty.
Perhaps he would be spurred by appearance
of shifting loyalties.
He speaks for you or for Crassus?
In this, we are as one.
And how would such make itself known?
By the games of Ludi Apollinares.
I do not follow meaning.
If they were presented
by Gabinius and Caesar,
surely word would reach Pompey's ear,
perhaps unseat him
from his distant perch.
[chuckles]
And
coin towards venture?
Shared, should minor concession
find agreement.
Give it voice.
Elevate Crassus' champion
to the position of primus.
[laughs] You mean the Syrian's champion?
[sighs] Just so.
He has procured offerings
of most unusual form,
certain to inflame
the passions of the crowd.
And contest revisited
with the Brothers Ferox
would see flames further ignited.
An alluring offer
one I would see agreed upon.
There is but one concern
left unaddressed
the cena libera on the eve of the games,
a clutch of days hence.
Esteemed wife already sets to
purpose in preparation of villa
- towards celebration.
- Gratitude towards effort.
Yet I stand
apparition within Capua,
seldom of corporeal form
within its walls.
You would honor me to see the
cena libera held in my villa,
graciously borrowed from the
Syrian for the duration of stay.
Coin to fall from your purse
towards endeavor?
Crassus himself offers aid.
[scoffs] A sum of little note,
for one so blessed. [clears throat]
Hm.
Then let us see it so.
And bonds strengthened towards
common cause of the Republic.
[shouting]
[all grunt]
[both grunt, Achillia yells]
At last, words pierce fucking skull.
Speed is your ally.
The Brothers Ferox cannot kill
what cannot be struck.
Again.
Glorious news. By artful maneuvering,
mighty Caesar
gains us fucking primus!
[cheering]
Break for midday meal
and return to your training.
Ha ha!
It shall be a glorious spectacle,
to witness aged Gabinius' reaction
as a woman claims honored
position upon the sands.
I do not hold trust in that fucking shit.
Nor I.
Yet Crassus embraces him,
and we must follow
for the moment.
[Tarchon] She does not deserve
to stand champion.
Nor has she earned position
in fucking primus.
She
proves her worth
to our dominus, our doctore
and to me.
I should stand for the arena
- [laughter]
- [all] Yes!
- not you fucking shits.
- [laughter]
If coin were offered
to view shits fucking,
yes, you would stand champion.
[laughter]
Place thoughts from mind.
The Ferox brothers will soon
cut the bitch from our concern.
[indistinct conversations]
Brothers
what lies beneath your feet?
- Opportunity!
- [laughter]
- Coin!
- [laughter]
For our dominus, perhaps
- but we are fucking warriors.
- [cheering]
Our dreams are not filled
with visions of coin
and opportunity
- but with blood.
- [cheering]
- And glory!
- [cheering]
So I ask again:
What lies beneath your feet?
- Sacred ground!
- [laughter]
Watered
with tears of blood.
[cheering]
Now is the time to pierce clouded thought
and embrace that those who bear
the mark of the brotherhood
- do not stand men.
- [cheering]
- Nor fucking women!
- [cheering]
- We stand gladiators!
- [cheering, fists bang tables]
His words are true!
[soft music]
Claim victory.
And see this house elevated
from shit and piss.
[poignant music]
What seizes mind, that you
would comfort Nubian cunt?
You mistake intent.
I would see her stand victorious
in the arena only to offer
fatal blow myself.
Claim title of true champion
of this fucking house.
[music builds]
See wine plenished towards cena libera,
weighted with vintage suited to
Roman tastes. And I would have
Apologies, Dominus. Cornelia
has laid claim to preparations.
And what does the daughter
of fucking Cinna intend?
She has not shared in her thoughts.
[sighs]
[soft moaning]
Cornelia.
You appear to have mistaken
my quarters for your own.
I find this room more pleasant,
if such a thing can be said
of this oppressive hovel.
Messia stands second
only to trusted vilica.
- I would see her removed
- Gaius.
The Syrian would see cherished
wife's appetites go unfed.
Her desires shall be
indulged in all regards.
As would my own.
Crassus stands patron to us
both, and I would see respect
extended under fucking roof
bearing name of Ashur!
- [thud]
- Aargh [grunts]
- [Ashur grunts]
- [thud]
- [Ashur grunts, groans]
- [thud]
- [thud]
- Aargh!
[Ashur grunts]
Know your place, Syrian
and become intimate with mine.
When I enter room,
you shall hail me
not as imagined equal
but as god
upon mount.
[tense music]
Rise
and bear witness to true power levied.
[grunts]
[tense music continues]
[whimpers]
[moans]
[tense music continues]
[music intensifies]
[exotic music]
[laughter]
[indistinct conversations]
[laughter]
[moaning]
[woman squeals]
[exotic music continues]
Caesar oversteps.
To lay hands upon you in such manner
A thing of no concern.
Honored guests arrive.
Ah Gabinius.
You bless this house.
Elevating humble venue beyond its worth.
The House of Ashur
extends warmest of welcome.
Well received.
My wife, Cossutia,
and daughter, Viridia,
too long absent from public eye.
The gods truly do honor us tonight.
Such divinity does not
extend to all deserving such.
How did you come by such condition?
Unfortunate misadventure caused by a
careless step.
Come let us to food
and wine.
Apologies for loathsome state
of the Syrian's villa.
- Ha.
- No amount of coin
could raise the dead,
nor this house towards level
befitting present company.
[laughs]
[sighs]
Perhaps we should brighten her
wine with the sting of piss.
Attend duties, and strike such
thoughts from fucking mind.
[indistinct conversations]
It is not as it should be
the way he speaks to you.
More gentle than touch of Roman hands.
Dominus bows and scrapes to them,
even in wake of how Caesar
so roughly took you.
He does what he must.
Did you note concern the
daughter of Gabinius expressed
towards him, and his reaction towards it?
Do as commanded,
and fall to fucking duty.
Apologies
for observing the obvious.
[laughter]
Ah, Caesar, I would introduce
good Uvidus,
aedile of beloved city,
recently from mourning.
Ah, yes. It rended heart to hear
of your wife's untimely passing
at the hands of Cilician cutthroats.
- A blight upon our lands.
- Gratitude.
They stand most hated.
[Viridia] Mother and I would
have joined poor Horatia
upon the shores of the afterlife
had host not bravely interceded.
I but did what any man would
in defense of the Republic.
It is a gift your man Korris
was afoot to lend aid,
else I fear we would be mourning
the Syrian as well.
What news from Rome
towards ending such blight?
A thought is firmly upon mind,
with Senate working towards resolution.
Let us place grave considerations aside
and revel upon moment, in hopes
of troubled spirits lifted.
Desire shared. I will present
the gladiators myself, and see
Hold.
I would have a name
carrying more storied legacy
command attention.
Citizens of Capua,
May the gods
grant favor
and cleanse this villa, so
rich in history of blood and betrayal
by elevating name for but single
night to the House of Caesar!
[cheering]
He seizes laurels rightfully yours.
As first act of such,
I call upon the lanistae
to honor the games of Ludi Apollinares,
generously provided for
by Senator Gabinius
- [cheering]
- and Caesar!
House of Opiter,
step forth and present your men!
[cheering, applause]
Let us next greet the House
of Proculus and its offerings!
[cheering]
A fine showing.
Yet more is to be added to fearsome sum.
What wonders do we present, Syrian?
The finest in Capua
- and beyond.
- [cheering, applause]
And who stands, this night,
champion of the House of Caesar?
A most rare and unusual offering.
From the savage lands of Kush
comes a spectacle never
before witnessed in the Republic.
[dramatic music]
Behold!
Achillia
the Goddess of Death.
[music builds]
[laughter]
You present fucking woman?
The aedile himself pressed
to offer something novel
Is this not your fucking house?
Caesar would disagree.
Fuck Caesar. You stand the man before me.
And affront claimed yours alone.
Apologies. In the reviewing of it,
I should have informed you of
the nature of my champion
- upon earlier convenience.
- Presentation has already been
made and expectations risen.
Let her death in the arena
be the end of it.
And see much desired
parting of ways between us.
Why did you confide intent
of dispatching Pompey
towards confrontation with the Cilicians
well in advance of
sharing same with Caesar?
Why did you not reveal
such to Caesar yourself?
- Or noble Crassus?
- It did not appear
prudent.
You play a dangerous game, Syrian.
I am but humble piece upon a board,
given purpose by greater hands.
There are many words I would
use to describe you.
Humble stands not among them.
Nor soft of fucking mind
towards true intent
of embracing me in confidence.
You divine test put upon you.
And actions fell accordingly.
Towards what purpose?
Of peace between Pompey
and your patron, Crassus?
Or to see own name elevated
beyond reasonable station?
The two need not stand in conflict.
[chuckles]
Ah. Words broken as true Roman.
Let us place unfortunate choice
of your champion aside
and move towards common goal.
[suspenseful music]
[exhales shakily]
This is the best
the House of Asses
- could conjure?
- [laughter]
A cunt with a sword,
yet stands a cunt.
- [laughter]
- The Brothers Ferox.
Reality fails to rise to imagined legend.
I would fill mouth with swollen intent,
and see words choked within throat.
A threat of little worry,
if cock is in equal proportion
to what cowers before me.
[laughter]
Part veil
and witness proof the gods exist.
[laughter]
Proculus!
Reclaim errant children,
lest they fall to ill-gotten fate.
Satyrus,
return to heel.
I fall from sight
yet shall return to fuck you
in your dreams.
[laughter]
She stands a feast for
the senses, does she not?
The Syrian shits upon tradition
and serves it proudly,
as tainted meal.
I would have thought one
who spews such from mouth
- would savor taste.
- [Modesta snorts]
Viridia.
Cornelia has broached
subject of interest.
Come.
Let us conspire.
Impossible child.
I find her insights most refreshing.
Cornelia has been regaling
with tales of Rome,
especially those concerning men of worth,
untethered by responsibility of marriage.
- Mother.
- She has intimate knowledge
towards suitable match.
A difficult thing to conjure, a
man worthy of such rare beauty.
- Hmm.
- Yet Quintus Minucius Thermus,
well known to my husband,
fills thoughts towards such.
I fear subject erroneously broached.
I yet grieve for my husband,
fallen at the hands of Spartacus.
I hold deepest of sympathies.
Such sorrow can be all-consuming.
Until it simply no longer is.
[indistinct conversations]
[laughter]
[water splashes]
You seek to avoid me.
I but attend my duties.
And what might those
consist of, presently?
- Seeing to the fucking men.
- And fucking woman
a detail that slipped mind
when petitioning me
to press for your cause in the arena?
Withheld towards reason, you
still stand rival to this house.
And what do I stand towards you?
It is not disagreement,
I seek.
I should return to my duties.
Is there really nothing
more you desire in life
than to serve at the whims of the Syrian
until age overtakes senses?
- You would not understand.
- That you seek glory long past
through the actions of the men you train?
I would have you set eyes
upon the future
leaving past to remembrance
as all who truly live
must.
[sighs, pants]
[pants]
I should
go.
And yet
you remain
rooted in place.
[sighs]
[suspenseful music]
[Ashur] Cock truly tilts body,
that you darken this house
with your fucking shadow.
I but stand upon request
of noble Gabinius
and honored Caesar.
No other cause would so move
to lower myself into such
- murky depths.
- Hm.
Let us fall from word twisted in meaning
- and come to plain truth.
- I welcome such diversion.
It was your man Fides who
moved against my doctore,
guided by fucking hands
- before me.
- [chuckles]
If I was to move against you, Syrian
be assured,
it will be my hand,
grasping blade.
I long for that day.
No more than I.
Hm.
[chuckles]
Entertainment stirs approval?
The House of Caesar
offers many revelations,
as does the man himself.
You appear of heavy mind.
Let us walk,
see it unburdened.
You assured no one would fall to harm.
The aedile's wife, Horatia,
was known to me,
and considered friend.
I said no one of note would fall
to harm and was true to word.
[scoffs] You twist meaning
to suit purpose.
Was purse not swelled with coin
in return for maneuvering
Cossutia and her daughter
to appointed time and place?
A decision now held in regret.
Oh.
Yet past is etched in stone,
impervious to meat and bone of desire.
And what of the desires
of Crassus and Pompey,
how do they measure against your own?
The future yet to be revealed.
Perhaps one day we shall
see Caesar ascend as a god,
through guile and fucking deceit.
It is a disappointment
I shall not find you
among my worshippers.
Nor perhaps at all among the living.
[chuckles]
[indistinct conversations]
[suspenseful music]
See how they move,
father and son of singular
mind and purpose.
[cheering, applause]
Sympathies for their opponents,
who shall find themselves fucked
into the sands in tomorrow's games.
[laughter]
Take food and wine as reward
for welcomed display.
Dominus.
To share the sands of the arena with you,
a thing often dreamt of
I shall rejoin you upon a moment.
I would have you remain by my side,
in favor of unworthy distraction.
I am not fucking child.
Nor shall be treated so.
Apologies.
- Caesar requests presence.
- I bend towards greater name.
[indistinct conversations]
Your father casts disapproving eye.
Pay him no heed. The man stands stubborn
and overbearing of late.
[laughs] Then you truly are his son.
What does Caesar require of me?
Well, your thoughts upon matter
hold equal towards my own.
I've never broken words with the man.
You pull me from noble Roman
as fat with coin as of belly,
- to what fucking purpose?
- Shh.
One of pressing need.
You shall be the death of me.
Well, then I shall storm
the shores of the afterlife
to see you in my arms again.
[both pant]
[both pant]
[moans]
How gauge you mood of guests
towards Achillia?
As unwelcome shit in morning repast.
Gabinius stood same in response.
He does not favor
straying from tradition,
yet the passing of days often
sees hardened resolve soften
towards more reflective possibilities.
Wise counsel, to those in
much need of it.
I should attend to the men.
Your doctore stands fortunate
to find himself beneath roof
with one of such vision, gazing
forward in favor of back.
Desire towards better tomorrow
holds greatest hope.
Wise counsel returned.
Would I find you among us in
the pulvinus for the games?
I came here tonight to show respect
towards the man who saved my life.
Yet it is a heavy thing
to witness form and manner
of those who claimed my husband's.
Apologies. I did not pause to consider
None required. You saw Spartacus
to deserved end at great risk,
and, with his fall, rebellion crushed.
In the doing of such, you stand
forever in highest esteem.
Risk gladly ventured a thousandfold
if such leads to reward before me.
[indistinct conversations]
Mother will be frothing
over falling from her side.
May Apollo see your champion to victory.
It is a blessing she will
not attend the games,
the arena and the men within it
hold no place for such a
delicate thing.
Attend honored guests. And
see this night to fucking end.
[laughter]
Fix mind towards purpose in the arena
and do not allow it to drift
towards softer pleasures.
I am but for blood and glory.
Let us set past differences
to faded memory
and embrace fortune
as father and treasured son.
[dramatic music]
[music fades]
You wander astray
into my cell, champion.
You have stood upon sands of the arena?
On many occasion.
What should I expect upon first entry?
[sighs]
The deafening roar of the crowd
a quickening of pulse
and the bitter sting
of blood in the air.
The gods offer no greater bounty.
How gauge you odds at survival?
Against the Brothers Ferox?
Not in your favor.
Yet as men fully formed
underestimate them,
so will the brothers
underestimate
a woman.
Many of the eyes that fell
upon me during celebration
were filled with certainty
that my fall has already been written.
Only the gods know what is written.
And even they are often fucking mistaken.
[poignant music]
If I am to face death
at the break of day
then I would embrace life
this night.
I long ago placed such
entanglements aside
towards glory in the arena.
Do not mistake intent.
There are none but men
beneath this roof
and you
but stand the least
offensive.
Doctore warned against
placing hands upon you.
[pants]
Unwanted
hands.
Then let us see them filled.
Mmm.
[panting]
[gasps]
- [pants]
- [both moaning]
[intense music]
[screaming]
[cheering]
The gods bless you.
Opiter indeed stands
much favored of late.
[chuckles]
Viridia.
Arrival is most
unexpected.
She does not favor the games.
Really? What, then, moves you
to grace presence?
The House of Ashur
presents novel spectacle.
One I could not resist
bearing witness to.
We stand ripe with expectation.
- Claim seat adjoining ours.
- Gratitude.
I prefer to be removed
from violent contest,
- and threat of errant blood.
- As do we.
The Syrian has never been
allowed within pulvinus before.
I pray he does not shit himself
from excitement. [laughs]
Hilara, see honored guest to wine.
Pay her no mind.
She is of a mood.
See lesser contest announced
to hasten arrival of primus
and conclusion of day's events.
[sniffs] Air grows
unpleasant.
[feet shuffle]
Glorious day graces us with
an abundance of astonishments
and we yet offer more
in honor of golden Apollo.
[cheering]
Blood sacrificed,
towards favor of our mighty Republic
fortifying against threat,
from without
and within.
[cheering, crowd stamps feet]
The crowd stands louder than imagined.
Their roar shall grow bolder still
when the Brothers Ferox
present offering
of Nubian blood.
I have always wondered
does a half-man bleed as
abundantly as one fully formed?
[laughs]
Tarchon, Celadus, prepare yourselves.
In gratitude, I present offering
from the House of Proculus
enter
Harbelex, murmillo,
and Boriatis, hoplomachus
[cheering]
[laughs]
[cheering, whistling]
Honor this house
and see Proculus' men
fucked from this world.
I would see you live
- old man.
- As would I.
And from the House of the Syrian
Celadus, dimachaerus
and his formidable offspring,
Tarchon, thraex
[audience booing]
[booing continues]
[booing, cheering]
- Fuck the Syrian!
- [booing]
[booing continues]
[cheering]
- Begin!
- [cheering]
Which do you favor?
Both.
Youth outpaces experience.
Tarchon but desires to draw first blood.
Desire denied.
Engage the murmillo!
[both grunt]
- [thud]
- [gasps]
Tarchon, cover
[grunts]
Youth prevails.
[grunts]
[cheering]
[all grunt]
[all grunt]
[all grunt]
[thud]
[all grunt]
[thud]
[swords clang]
- Yeah.
- [whistling]
Behind you.
[both grunt]
[pants]
Aargh.
[all grunt]
[both grunt]
- Yeah.
- [laughs]
Yes.
[both] Yeah.
Come on.
[cheering, whistling]
- Come on.
- [cheering]
- Yeah [laughs]
- [cheering, whistling]
A surprising victory.
Only to those lacking faith.
You ply me with undeserved praise.
Modesty does not serve
a man of your status.
Your house proves formidable opponent
and have rightly ignited
the passions of the crowd.
Let us pray the mood does not sour
upon presenting a woman in the primus.
[clears throat]
[cheering, whistling]
The House of Ashur stands victorious.
Yes.
Once more, you do not disappoint.
Achillia,
your time approaches.
- Prepare yourself.
- For death
you fucking cunt. [snarls]
Upon close of games, I would see
you and noble husband
to our villa to break meal, and
continue intriguing conversation
- from previous night.
- An invitation well received
Hmm.
yet regrettably declined.
I prepare for travel
at break of morning sun.
Your departure hastens?
Upon wings of necessity.
I am for Sinuessa en Valle.
Sinuessa?
Towards what purpose?
To break much needed word with Pompey.
Pompey? He did not mention
slipping from Rome.
An oversight, I am sure
his mind yet weighted with
more important matters.
Your absence will be keenly felt.
I shall linger in spirit
embodied by
cherished wife.
You remain?
The gods themselves
could not pry me loose.
Hmm.
- Who announces the primus?
- Let honor fall to Caesar.
His attention appears much in demand.
I am your man, then.
Citizens of Capua
I, Gaius Julius Caesar,
stand before you in place
of Marcus Licinius Crassus
detained in Rome upon vital
interest of the Republic.
With his blessing, and that
of honored Senator Gabinius
[cheering]
I present to you
the primus of the Ludi Apollinares!
[cheering]
And who shall step forth
to appease Apollo with blood and honor?
I present to you
Achillia, Goddess of Death!
[cheering]
[cheering fades]
Is this fucking jest?
[booing]
[booing continues]
Rubbish.
[booing continues]
[chuckles] Your champion
stands well received.
As I feared.
Do not be swayed by braying mob,
so easily turned by imagined slight.
Good citizens of Capua,
you behold spectacle
never before witnessed
within the Republic.
Yet who will step forth to face
such unheralded offerings?
Do not kill her too quickly.
I would see her suffer.
From the House of Proculus
I present to you
Ammonius, murmillo!
[cheering]
- Fuck!
- No.
You steal fucking glory?
- You deserve none, little man.
- [grunts]
The gods betray us.
[footsteps rumble rhythmically]
[fanfare]
Yeah!
[cheering]
I shall fuck your corpse.
You alter match absent consent.
It was not my hand that commanded it so.
The fault lies with my own.
You boast of your champion's prowess,
I would observe such against
opponent of proper proportion.
As would I.
Let the heavens tremble in
anticipation of blood and glory!
[cheering]
- Begin!
- [cheering]
[both grunt]
She finds advantage
in speed, as instructed.
How does fucking contest unfold?
You stand fortunate you do
not face the Goddess of Death.
[both grunt]
[both grunt]
[both grunt]
[both grunt]
[swords clang]
[both grunt]
[both grunt]
See how she moves. I have never
beheld anything its equal.
Nor anyone within the Republic.
[both grunt]
Come on!
[scream echoes]
- [thud]
- Aargh!
Aargh!
[grunts]
- [thud]
- [groans]
[cheering]
Boasted offering fails to quench thirst.
Yet promise of never before seen
spectacle fulfilled:
a woman dying in the arena.
[crowd chants] Kill! Kill! Kill!
- Kill! Kill! Kill!
- [grunts]
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
- Kill! Kill! Kill!
- [gasps]
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Neferet!
[scream echoes]
[whimpers]
[screams]
[both grunt]
- [laughs]
- Yes!
- [cheering]
- [grunts]
[shrieks]
[clattering]
[both grunt]
[both grunt]
- [thud]
- Aargh!
- [grunts]
- [screams]
[thud]
[Proculus chuckles]
A fine showing for a lesser house.
[whimpers]
[crowd chants] Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
And now
I fuck you!
Aargh!
[grunts]
- [cheering]
- Yes!
- Yes!
- What?
What happened?
Huh? Oh.
Kill him! Kill him!
Not this day!
[cheering]
Yes!
Apologies, Syrian.
- Your boast proves true.
- Ha.
[crowd chants] A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
- Yes! Come on!
- Yes! Yes! Yes!
[screams]
[crowd chants] A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia!
A-chil-lia! A-chil-lia!
- A-chil-lia!
- [whoosh thud]
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