Spartacus: House of Ashur (2025) s01e10 Episode Script

[crowd jeers]
[screams]
[Achillia] Who claimed his fucking life?
[Ashur] 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.
[Ashur] 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.
[Tarchon yells]
[Gabinius] Have her bathed
and sent to me.
[Ashur] 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!
[shouts]
I did not mean for this.
[rasps] Viridia will know
the man you truly are.
No.
She will! [groans]
[screams]
[intense vocal music]
[somber music]
[woman sobs]
[bells chime]
[soft indistinct chatter]
[somber string music]
How does she fare, your daughter?
As one who has seen
heart torn from chest.
I cannot believe he's gone.
[woman] His death severest blow
to the Republic.
Such a tragic loss.
Know that I am here
for both of you.
[tense music]
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.
[Cossutia] I'm glad you yet stand whole.
[Caesar] Would that Pompey
did not stand so.
[Uvidus] 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
[Caesar] 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.
[Cornelia] 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.
[Ashur] 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.
[tense music]
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.
- [bell rings]
I must go before I am missed.
[woman sobs]
Know that you are in my thoughts.
[string music swells]
[sobs]
[somber string music]
[gasps]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[men grunt]
[yells]
[grunts]
Use spear to force distance.
Do not let fucking Scythian draw close.
[intense music]
[shouts]
[grunts]
Again.
[tense music]
[sighs]
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.
[ominous music]
Glory
to the House of fucking Ashur.
[tense music]
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.
[dramatic music]
[grunts]
[pants]
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.
[tense percussive music]
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.
[grunts]
[both grunt]
You remain from fucking back.
We move in hopeful direction.
[both grunt]
Good. Yet there are two
ends of a fucking spear.
Seek to use them both.
[grunts]
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.
[both grunt]
[yells]
[both grunt]
[both grunt]
[growls]
[both grunt]
[man yells]
[man grunts]
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!
The crowd impossibly cheers
for you once more, little man.
Absent fallen brothers.
The gods bless the name Satyrus.
Yet I fear they shall not grace you
with miraculous victory a second time
against fully formed opponent.
I am to fight again in the arena?
You are,
yet not alone.
[tense music]
You would pair me with a fucking woman?!
I would but have you live a while longer
and see coffers filled with coin
in advance of your passing.
Come.
I have been too long
from an opponent of worth
and would test myself against
one offering challenge.
Let us see what I recall
from days of war
and adventure.
[shouts]
Villa feels so empty.
Absent his presence filling it.
I stand in most painful regret
that I ever supported union
between you and fucking Pompey.
Oh, you but moved to procure future
protected from those
who would wish us harm.
[Servius] Apologies.
I pray I do not intrude upon
introspective musings.
We but speak of this house.
And the living within it,
in pale shadow of loving father
and considerate husband.
It does stand a fine villa
to raise a child in,
if fair Viridia may yet
erroneously be called such.
[chuckles]
It is improper
for men to bathe with women, Servius.
'Proper' is what paterfamilias deems.
Do I not stand such now in relation?
You stand so.
We shall leave you to
restorative ablutions.
I would see you linger.
Presence of beloved niece
balms wound of brother's loss,
as does that of stoic wife.
Ahhh.
Is it not greatest relief
to shed black sackcloth
and feel cleansing waters against flesh?
If I were overseer of tradition,
I would see eight days
of mourning halved,
if not quartered.
They could churn into years,
and yet not allow time enough to
grieve the passing of my father.
I would not see you
so removed from life
nor pleasures such offers.
[clears throat]
What make you of
Caesar
and Cornelia?
They seem
taken by you.
- You believe so?
- Mm.
They are of discerning nature.
And at status beyond measure,
gracing pulvinus for the games.
They will come? You are sure of it?
They dwell within
Ashur's villa during stay.
- You shall see them among us.
- Oh, yes.
The Syrian. [chuckles]
How do they manage sharing domicile
with such a lowly beast?
Ashur is no beast.
He's a man of careful thought
and gentle word,
even when none are offered him.
You speak of the Syrian with
a troubling passion.
She but finds
the good in all,
even those undeserving.
I but speak the truth
for those who do not fear it.
We should have proper adornment
for games of the munera
something of status, yet
muted in ostentation.
We will go to the market when day breaks.
I cannot go to market upon
the morrow, nor hold interest
in entertaining such frivolity.
You need not accompany us.
We go often, mother and I.
Absent paterfamilias or
suitable male escort?
We do not require leash.
Viridia.
It appears my brother
has been regrettably lax
in regards towards matters of family.
A mistake
we shall see towards correction.
[liquid pours]
I thought all lost when
the old fool promised
his simpleton child to Pompey.
A moment of worry,
yet the gods favor Caesar
and deserving wife.
Has there ever stood such a man?
He is with empty shell,
absent the woman before him.
She would not be removed from your side.
Nor I from yours.
Yet I would see you safe
behind the gates of Rome
far from threat of Pompey
and men yet loyal to him.
What of Crassus?
I shall deliver message
upon proper time and place
in advance of my own departure.
The Syrian has proven
unexpectedly useful, has he not?
[Ashur] Gratitude.
I but live
to serve.
You but elevate the name
of Caesar and of your patron.
Come! Partake in wine
and joyous celebration.
I prefer promises kept
in lieu of libations.
Promises?
Agreement was made.
If union between Viridia
and Pompey was halted,
the reward would be the
rebuilding of the old arena
destroyed by Spartacus, and I
to be given control of it.
Was it not Pompey who
struck Gabinius down?
By machination devised by my hand alone.
Gabinius
would yet be of this world
if not for Ashur.
Of that there can be no question.
And upon my life, you shall
be seen to deserved reward.
[chains jingle]
[enchanting music]
Night becomes glorious day.
Leave us.
We shall revisit subject upon
heel of legacy of Gabinius
honored upon the sands.
[music intensifies]
[lock clanks]
[sighs]
Come.
I recall a time not so far
distance when you made effort
to claim my life with
the chains that yet bound you.
Would you have not attempted the same
had our place stood reversed?
No. I would have plotted and schemed,
striking from the shadows,
as those of craven heart would.
If I had followed example,
perhaps I would not yet stand a slave.
[chuckles]
Yet here we both find ourselves,
bound by the chains of our decisions.
[tense music]
[somber music]
This is to be mine?
Alone?
As Gannicus before you
and Spartacus in his wake,
each claiming this as their own
towards title
of champion.
A title bestowed upon me months past.
Why does such a gift present
itself in the present?
As reward for loyal service.
Yet, if you find the aroma
of piss and shit
of the barracks more pleasing
I defeated Ammonius,
yet such bounty was not offered.
Come to direct fucking point.
I plied Pompey with opium,
as commanded.
Was it plot and scheme that
he then cut the old man down?
No.
It was not my intent
to see Gabinius dead.
The man who took his life -
he will suffer for it?
Of that I have no doubt.
Rest
and turn darkness of thought
towards the fucking Scythian.
She presents challenge
unlike you have ever faced.
And
I do not wish to see
such glorious accommodation
stand empty again.
[pensive music]
- [Korris] Begin!
- [distant shouting]
[grunts]
Anticipate feint.
She will attempt to draw you in
to imagined weakness,
then strike.
[Achillia shouts]
[Tarchon grunts]
Do we train or do you seek
my fall in advance of arena?
You hold the Scythian
will show you mercy?
You do not stand the fucking Scythian!
If I were,
you would be embracing my father
in the fucking afterlife.
[yells]
- [grunts]
- [Korris] Pause.
Take water and regain yourself.
- I do not need
- Fall to command.
She does not heed instruction.
I wonder who she fucking reminds me of.
How am I to aid her
if she will not listen?
How did your father
set unruly son upon path?
By harsh words alone?
Or tempered with those of
more supportive nature?
So you would have me ply her
with gentle caress and soft kiss?
A kindness reserved for those
held to fucking heart.
I but suggest temperance
if such is to be found within you.
[somber music]
Have you broken words with
Dominus towards reunion with the Elata?
I have not.
Dominus is consumed by
more weighted matters,
yet I will, at first
opportunity, broach subject.
Are we to gossip as old women
or return to fucking purpose?
[tense music]
You possess fucking shield,
however small.
Think upon using it.
[both grunt]
[Achillia shouts]
Good.
Yet do not consider but for defense.
Think of it also as unexpected weapon.
[both grunt]
[grunts]
[Korris] Esteemed burden
at last removes itself?
Yet damage caused not so easily
swept to remembrance.
Then let us soothe wounds
with blood and glory.
The men stand ready?
They thirst for the fucking day.
As all men of worth do.
There is one among them that I
would beg towards consideration.
- Break name.
- Tarchon.
Ah.
That arrogant little shit
presses for return to the arena?
He does not petition for it.
Instead, he makes effort
towards aiding Achillia
to face the Scythian.
Was such the boy's choice?
With gentle fucking guidance
from more experienced hand.
I did not think you could cease
pissing in all direction
long enough to lend assistance
to another,
especially one he so despises.
He is learning to look
beyond himself, slowly,
yet he makes attempt.
And you would see him
rewarded for effort?
The whore Elata,
he holds her in some affection.
It would lift his spirits
to see her again.
The loss of his father
still weights the boy.
It is a heavy thing
loss of a man
greatly admired.
You appear not your usual
aggravating self of late.
Sharing words regarding cause
I would instead turn to
more buoyant reckoning.
[dramatic music]
Crassus at last removes arm from ass
to see the old arena
risen from the ashes.
Boon to all of Capua.
More so to this fucking house.
For the man before you
is to be given charge of it.
A great honor, well deserved.
Once arena's completed,
attention shall be taken
with seeing it's filled to the
thunderous cheers of the crowd.
I will have little time
for the needs of this ludus,
nor those toiling beneath its roof.
- You would see it sold?
- No.
I would see it freely given
into the worthiest of hands.
[pensive music]
I, uh
I have never imagined
such was possible.
Nor I.
Yet
we soar beyond the tether of imagination,
severing it in service
of what we may become.
[sighs]
See the whore into the boy's arms.
And may he find peace in her embrace
as we find in promise
of future laurels.
[sighs]
[tense vocal music]
[door opens]
[Tarchon sighs]
I've dreamt of you
standing once more upon
the sands of the arena,
victorious in all regards.
Then I would see desires filled.
Yet, towards arena,
such must stand delayed.
I hear of funeral games for Gabinius.
Are you not among those chosen to fight?
I have fallen from
consideration of Dominus.
Why?
A thing of no matter.
Until I regain such,
I instruct the champion
towards contest against fucking Scythian.
Champion?
A title you deserve.
If you do not stand such,
how shall you earn your freedom,
or my own, as you have so often promised?
Let's not fall towards future worries
when present
holds greater need.
It feels a lifetime since
I have taken to your arms.
And now we my embrace absent concern.
Concern?
Towards?
That bloated Roman that
handled me so rudely
Mm.
and disapproving eye of your father.
He but worried of distraction
and fateful end such could
lead to upon the sands.
You are well out of his shadow.
He was stubborn and overbearing,
as you yourself often noted.
[somber music]
I was in error
toward many things.
Guard.
Where are you going?
To honor my father,
in word and deed.
[gate opens, closes]
[items clatter]
Treat belongings with fucking care
if the ability stands so possessed.
I shall see ungentle hands shattered
for slightest offense
to treasured belongings.
Gratitude.
I find it deepest relief
to fall from such consideration.
This house stands as your own,
should need or desire
ever return you to Capua.
Let us not sully joyous occasion
with such dour thought.
May I impart men to further swell numbers
towards precious cargo?
I would not entrust such
to the rudely trained.
We are yet to broach subject
of remuneration for your slave.
A gift, in deference to Caesar
and deserving wife.
Well received.
For what it's worth.
Would that you were by my side as well.
It would lend greatest comfort
with Pompey running wild
through the countryside.
The greater number of my men
shall see you safely to Rome.
Promise you will join
at earliest convenience
with news Pompey has been
dispatched by your hand.
My word stands bond.
Go,
and await glorious return.
Guards,
see her safely to Rome.
[soldier] Yes, sir.
[Cornelia] Messia. Come.
[dramatic music]
[wagon door shuts]
[horseman shouts,
whip cracks, horse whinnies]
Let us fall to the arena,
Syrian, and give final embrace
to the man you helped see
from this world. [chuckles]
[suspenseful music]
[horn blares]
[crowd cheers]
[crowd cheers, chatters]
Me! Me!
Give me some!
[crowd cheers]
Viridia! Do join us miscreants
in lesser row.
- Much appreciated.
- Yet respectfully declined.
I would have her close to doting uncle.
She does not favor
proximity to the blood
And yet
I would have her at my side.
And there you shall find me.
Ah! Exalted guest graces us
with divine presence.
You flatter,
- yet not enough.
- [chuckles]
Ravishing wife does not accompany?
She regrettably returns to Rome.
We stand blessed you yet remain.
I but linger to pay honor
to noble senator -
his absence
a mortal wound.
The crowd swells towards tribute.
The gods themselves shall bear
witness to how he was loved.
Yes.
It shall stand spectacle for the ages.
The house of Ashur shall ensure
it a day to be remembered.
Oh.
Apologies.
With all the arrangements, I did
not have moment to send message.
I have secured more suitable offerings
from Calpurnius of Pompeii.
Am I not to hold position in the games?
It does not seem reasonable
to exclude him on cusp of
He shall retain Primus
against Proculus' savage
upon necessity of the crowd.
They demand Achillia's
return to the sands.
Brief as it may be.
A privilege
to be so considered.
Oh
apologies once more.
Pulvinus stands reserved for Romans.
Father often invited Ashur
to sit among us.
Well, my brother is no longer among us.
And I but speak the truth
for those who do not fear it.
Unless Caesar holds objection?
Who is Caesar to stand in
the way of unflinching veracity?
- Uncle
- Let us not
fall to disagreement.
I shall hold vigil among
the people your father so
dearly loved.
[sniffs]
The air appears fresher, does it not?
[laughter]
[Modesta] I did not
breathe through my nose
the entire time he stood there.
We are not to fucking fight?!
Editor of the games deems it so.
Would that the cunt
joined fallen brother?
There is but one contest holding matter.
Let us place all else aside
and turn thought towards it.
[crowd cheers]
All that I have sacrificed
only to return to where I began.
Once new arena is completed,
you shall be the one who decides
who occupies pulvinus
and who shall be excluded.
I long for the fucking day.
Citizens of Capua!
Many among you may not recognize
countenance of long lost son,
returned to loving embrace
upon darkest hour.
I stand here before you,
as I did in my youth.
Servius Gabinius,
brother to storied senator
beloved by all.
Too soon taken from this
world by the villain Pompey!
[crowd boos]
Dearest brother
is survived by stately wife
and treasured daughter
who now fall to me towards security
and affection.
Capua has suffered injury
of most grievous nature.
Yet we shall not be quelled
by violent assault,
nor whither
upon facing uncertain
challenge of tomorrow.
Yet, this day,
let us honor
the memory of my brother,
your ally,
your champion
- with blood and sacrifice!
- [crowd cheers]
[shouts]
Begin!
[gladiators grunt]
[gladiator screams]
[crowd cheers]
[shouting, cheering]
[gladiator grunts]
Begin!
[gladiator screams]
[crowd exclaims]
[laughter]
Begin!
[gladiator shouts]
Ooh. [laughs]
[gladiator groans]
[crowd cheers]
Begin!
[both grunt]
[gladiator groans]
[crowd jeers]
[crowd cheers]
[gladiator shrieks]
[gladiator screams, crowd roars]
Follow lead
and attempt not to die.
Advice I had thought to impart to you.
[groans]
[Servius] From the House of Proculus,
I give you Galatea,
murmillo,
and Satyrus, thraex!
[crowd cheers]
[Satyrus yells]
[Satyrus] Yes!
[Satyrus growls]
How many lives does
the little man possess?
I pray but one remaining.
Formidable opponent offered
by the House of Calpurnius,
enter Taurus!
Hammer of the gods!
[crowd cheers]
Fuck!
[roars]
[suspenseful music]
Begin!
[Satyrus yells]
[crowd groans]
Ah.
[Taurus growls]
[Taurus grunts]
[Galatea and Taurus grunt]
[Galatea grunts]
[crowd cheers]
[Satyrus] Regain your fucking feet!
[crowd jeers]
[grunting]
Shield!
[Satyrus shouts]
[both grunt, crowd cheers]
[yells]
Reports have reached ear
that Pompey marshals his men
towards the shores
of Brundisium in the south.
Brundisium?
[both grunt]
What does he seek in such a horrid place?
If I stood the man, I would seek
to cross waters to Greece
in efforts towards raising
greater numbers to swell ranks
of depleted army.
Spectre of civil war is upon us.
A fate my father devoted life to avoid.
[Taurus growls]
[grunts]
[screams]
I will see the villain to grass
in advance of further offense.
With aid of Crassus
and the Senate, of course.
Gratitude.
I long to see the man responsible
for my husband's death
fall to a similar fate.
Would that I held the knife,
claiming his life.
[Taurus grunts, crowd cheers]
[Galatea grunts, groans]
[yells]
[Galatea roars]
- [crowd cheers]
- [laughs]
[Satyrus pants]
[yells]
[crowd roars]
Yes!
Taurus stood legend.
May he be
remembered as such.
[growls]
I am going to fuck you
this night, little man.
And I shall let you!
[laughs]
- [shouts]
- [crowd roars]
- We fall from seat?
- Remain.
I shall seek word with
our champion in advance
of fucking Primus.
[Satyrus yells]
[laughs, grunts]
Disappointed?
You fucking oaf!
Eternally.
[growls]
I stand a fucking god!
And a woman at my side
[mutters softly]
[Tarchon] You pray?
To Apedemak,
God of War.
Will he listen?
In favor of me, no.
Yet I pray to him
in the name of your father.
Well, your god would be wise to listen.
Or I shall have fucking words
with him in the afterlife.
- [gate opens]
- [Ashur] Achillia.
You stand ready?
She does, Dominus.
Those who sit upon ass
and judge yet believe this
house a fucking jest.
They hold that we among it are lesser,
that they stand above us,
and forever shall.
Show them
who we truly are,
and fuck that cunt
into the fucking ground!
[gladiators yell]
[Servius] The moment is upon us.
Primus at last arrives
to memorialize revered brother,
noble husband, beloved father
and senator of this grand republic!
- [crowd cheers]
- Yes!
How gauge you Achillia towards victory?
[sighs] We shall see.
From the House
of the Syrian,
I give you Achillia,
Goddess of Death!
[crowd cheers]
[dramatic music]
Achillia! My goddess!
Achillia!
Achillia!
And who shall such fearsome warrior face?
From the House of Proculus,
enter the Scythian!
[crowd cheers]
[crowd jeers]
[both grunt]
[suspenseful music]
- Begin!
- [crowd roars]
[Achillia grunts]
[Scythian growls]
[grunts]
[crowd exclaims]
This is the woman everyone
so passionately speaks of?
[laughs]
[Servius] How disappointing.
[both grunt]
[Achillia screams]
[Achillia yells]
- [roars]
- [crowd cheers]
She proves her worth
as all women of wit and determination.
[both yell]
[clamoring]
[women scream]
Ah!
Get back!
Get off!
Regain footing!
[crowd exclaims]
[both grunt]
[groans]
Use fucking shield
towards attack, Achillia!
[pants]
[growls]
[gasps]
[Achillia screams]
Yes!
Fucking shield.
[groans]
[groans]
[both yell]
[crowd cheers]
Yes!
[Scythian pants]
Press advantage! Press fucking advantage!
[shouts]
[eerie vocal music]
[flesh squelches]
Yes.
[Achillia yells]
[screams]
[Scythian wails]
[crowd cheers]
[yells]
[laughs]
[pants]
For Celadus.
- [blood splatters]
- [crowd exclaims]
Fuck the gods!
[crowd roars]
- Yes!
- Achillia!
Yes!
[crowd chants] Achillia! Achillia!
- [both laugh]
- Yes!
[crowd chants] Achillia! Achillia!
[chanting continues]
[chanting continues]
[shrieks]
Your father stands honored
by both of you.
[pensive music]
[chanting continues]
[chuckles]
Ah!
Perhaps the House of Proculus is
not to be so feared after all.
You will not speak to a man
in such fashion.
[Proculus] A thing of little note.
Violent end often comes
to those least suspecting of it.
Gratitude to all
for sharing in our grief.
I stand at your service
towards all affairs of Capua,
public and private.
We must all break meal
upon success of campaign against Pompey.
Our house stands forever
prepared to receive you.
Cossutia, Viridia,
fall to heel.
[thunder rumbles]
[thunderclap]
[pants]
You have done the fucking impossible.
Champion.
You appear astonished I yet live.
I had hoped, with all my being,
that you would claim the Scythian's life,
yet did not expect it.
Nor I.
Gratitude
for assisting in such fucking miracle.
I could not have another strike you down
before I laid claim to your title.
I had thought disagreement lay behind us.
Would you not pursue
mantle of champion
were I the one to hold it?
I fucking would.
Hmm.
I never dreamt nor desired
to find myself in such position.
And yet here you stand.
Reflecting words broken by our dominus.
Yet I would not have it so.
I would gain my freedom in the arena,
if so blessed,
or beyond its walls, if fate so deems.
We at last find common ground.
What would you do if such a day comes?
Return to my homeland
and seek the man who
condemned me to the Romans.
And take his life?
[breathes shakily]
Your wrapping is overly tight.
Doctore saw to it in absence of medicus.
I fear he's more suited
to the taking of life
than the healing of it.
My father taught me
how to dress his wounds
when I was yet a child.
He is deeply missed.
Beyond the telling of it.
[somber music]
[Achillia pants heavily]
Apologies.
[thunderclap]
[pants]
[dramatic music]
[moans]
[orchestral string music]
[both shout]
See horses readied.
I would upon road within briefest moment.
Would it not be wise to delay egress
until the brunt of storm has passed?
A thing I do not need informing of.
Let us take wine and food
and break further word towards
resurrection of old arena.
I have thoughts towards artisans
from Neapolis and Pompeii
of much higher quality
than found within Capua,
although at a cost
considerably greater
Such arrangements prove unnecessary.
Crassus has men in mind towards labors?
[laughs]
No.
He has instructed me to relay
whim has shifted
towards construction of villas
to be sold or rented
in place of costly arena.
Villas?
Was bargain not struck?
Did fucking Ashur not see union
between Viridia and Pompey halted?
And we all stand everlastingly grateful.
Grateful?
You stand
fucking grateful?
Do not adopt such tone with me.
Gabinius is gone from this world.
His daughter now beneath thumb
of fucking uncle,
and you offer platitudes
in place of promised reward,
you fucking cunt!
[both grunt]
- Dominus!
- [groans]
Leave us.
Go.
Oh, did I not warn you, Syrian?
I stand
fucking god upon mount,
eclipsing the villain Pompey
and soon even that
of mighty Crassus himself.
And you
shall hail me as such!
[grunts]
[both grunt]
Have you lost fucking mind?!
[guard] The horses are set to depart.
Kill him! Go!
[Ashur groans]
[guard grunts]
[all grunt]
[guard groans]
[dramatic music]
Ah!
- Ah!
- [groans]
[Caesar yells]
[dramatic music continues]
[both grunt]
[Caesar yells]
[Caesar grunts]
[tense music]
[grunts]
[both grunt]
[yells]
[both strain]
[Ashur groans]
[gasps]
[suspenseful music]
[yells]
[music crescendos]
[dramatic music]
[sword clinks, water splashes]
[Caesar gasps]
[Ashur grunts]
[thunder cracks]
[ominous music]
[shouts]
[pants]
Hail, Caesar!
[dramatic music]
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[music crescendos]
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