Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Aurelia:
He was not a perfect man; but he was mine! He was mine!

Batiatus:
[referring to Ilithyia] The snake arrives, walking as if human

Doctore:
Spartacus!

Spartacus:
[as he catches Doctor's whip with his wrist] That is not my name

Gannicus:
I knew you'd lead these men to their deaths eventually. Is this the day you would do it?

Spartacus:
They are but loyal. A quality you seem unfamiliar with.

Spartacus:
Sura and I often spoke of children. A family we were going to have now forever denied me. As I now deny Glaber of his!

Ilithyia:
The child is yours!

Spartacus:
You lie.

Ilithyia:
Would then my tongue make false noise? It yet speaks bitter truth. Monthly blood ceased after you came to me in Batiatus' villa. Lucretia had promised Crixus - a cruel jest. Tis a memory that lingers, is it not? Of that night. Of you inside me.

Spartacus:
Yes. As does memory of my hands around your throat.

Licinia:
What of you, Spartacus? Are you a blessing to us?

Spartacus:
To some. [looks to Ilithyia] To others, a curse.

Ilithyia:
The duality of his kind: admired as a gladiator; yet despised as a slave.

Ilithyia:
Make him do it again.

Lucretia:
Try not to cut too deeply.

Ilithyia:
[presses the knife to Spartacus' stomach] Legend does call for the blood of a *dead* gladiator...

Spartacus:
[to Mira] You do *not* know my heart!

Batiatus:
You were *nothing* before me! I gave you the means to accept your fate!

Spartacus:
And now you are destroyed by it.

Spartacus:
There are many men in this place that I would see dead. You are not among them.

Varro:
One day you may not have a choice.

Spartacus:
There is always a choice.

Ilithyia:
[about Licinia] If I didn't know better, I would say she was attempting to f*** one of your gladiators.

Lucretia:
Ilithyia...

Ilithyia:
Oh! She is, isn't she! What a little whore!

Doctore:
[referring to Melitta] Is it true? Did you lay with her?

Gannicus:
...Oenomaus. [they fight]

Gannicus:
I never wanted to feel the things I felt for her!

Agron:
[sees Ilithyia being dragged in behind Spartacus] F*** the gods.

Ilithyia:
First you tie my hands and then you seize my f***ing tongue?

Lucretia:
I would not have it flapping about absent direction.

Batiatus:
Once again, the gods spread cheeks and ram cock in f***ing ass!

Sibyl:
There is no life absent your touch.

Gannicus:
You once said to me that the gods had sent me to save you. You were mistaken; you were the one sent and I in need of saving.

Gannicus:
I have had my fill of words and tearful farewells. I desire blood and cries of our enemy.

Spartacus:
Let us make it so.

Marcus Crassus:
Would you have been born a Roman and stood besides me.

Spartacus:
I bless the fates it was not so.

Marcus Crassus:
[talking about the reasons why they are fighting] As mine [hands] are so moved toward the memory of my son. As yours toward wife no longer...

Spartacus:
Do not think to place your loss on equal footing! Your son took up arms for the republic - the same one that saw my innocent wife torn from grasp, condemned to slavery and death.

Marcus Crassus:
And now you would lead thousands to join her in futile attempt?

Spartacus:
Whatever happens to my people, it happens because *we* choose for it. *We* decide our fates; not you, not the Romans, not even the gods.

Spartacus:
[about Agron's injuries] You've broken words toward subject. You cannot fight.

Nasir:
He has yet found a way - forged by loving hands.

Agron:
Do not ask my own to remain idle in coming battle.

Spartacus:
[sees Agron's mark of the brotherhood] I have born witness to the fall of many I have called brother. You are the last yet living; stood with me when Batiatus' ludus was laid to ruin. You honor me. I stand in gain with you at my side in final conflict.

Laeta:
Gannicus seeks to best you.

Spartacus:
[amused] Gladiators seek to best all. It's the only way to survive in the arena.

Sibyl:
[watching Spartacus fight in the makeshift arena] I have never laid eyes upon the games.

Gannicus:
These are but dim reflection of the glory.

Sibyl:
You speak as if heart yearns for such days.

Gannicus:
To return to shackle and lash, no. To stand upon the sands again - to know clear purpose of who you are and what must be done... that is a thing that calls to all of my kind.

Spartacus:
Gannicus stands the only among us to win his freedom upon the sands.

Laeta:
If free, why does he raise arms with the slaves against the republic?

Spartacus:
He took up cause to honor a fallen brother - one that taught many of us the ways of battle, and the bond that joins all men and such with it.

Spartacus:
Is this my destiny? Blood and death?

Sura:
You have always been destined for unfortunate things.

Sura:
Kill them all.

Doctore:
[the ludus has rebelled] Crixus! What is this madness!

Crixus:
We follow Spartacus!

Doctore:
Spartacus? He is a dog without honor!

Crixus:
This house is without honor!

Crixus:
[to the gladiators] Kill them! Kill them all!

Agron:
F***ing Gauls.

Nasir's Dominus:
Nasir's Dominus is having sex and when hes ready to spill his seed orders Nasir in his Roman slave name - "Tiberius, I would finish-place cock in ass."

Crixus:
You learn quickly.

Naevia:
I have advantage of being taught by a god.

Naevia:
Would that all scars were so easily erased.

Crixus:
I see no scars.

Spartacus:
[They just finish having sex] That was... vigorous.

Sura:
You look like the sort of man who can handle it.

Spartacus:
I am rather rugged.

Doctore:
[Interrogating Ashur] Stories in conflict, give me concern. If I find there is more to the matter of Barca's departure... we shall have words.

Batiatus:
You, were nothing before me! I gave you everything. I gave you the means to accept your fate!

Spartacus:
Now you are destroyed by it. [Cuts Batiatus' throat]

[last lines]

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. I would not see the passing of a brother, for the purpose of sport. I would not see another heart ripped from chest, or breath forfeit for no cause. I know not all of you wish this, yet it is done. It is done... Your lives are your own. Forge your own path, or join with us. And together, we shall see Rome tremble!

Spartacus:
I will see the House of Batiatus fall. And with it the villain's blood upon the earth.

Crixus:
As would I in your position, but I am far removed. My escape would not aid Naevia. How would I purchase her freedom? Or even find her while being hunted like a dog by the Romans.

Spartacus:
Join me. We will find her, together.

Crixus:
Where is Naevia? WHERE?

Lucretia:
See me and Dominus out of the villa and I will tell you.

Crixus:
I do not believe you.

Lucretia:
Please... Crixus... Our child...

Crixus:
I would rather see it dead... than suckle your breast. [stabs Lucratia]

Aurelia:
[as she kills Numerius] He was not a perfect man; but he was mine! He was mine!

Crixus:
[to Spartacus] We might have been brothers in another lifetime. But not this one.

[Placing a bet with Asher on which of the recruits survive to The Final Test]

Varro:
Five denarii on the fool who spoke.

[after the recruits take off their loin cloths for Illithyia]

Varro:
I wish to alter my bet. *everything* on the one with the horse cock.

[a batch of new recriuts set up in a similar fashion as we found Spartacus, Varro, and Co. at the begining of the season]

Doctore:
What is beneath your feet?

Duro:
Sand?

Agron:
[whispers, aside] F***ing idiot!

Doctore:
Spartacus?

Spartacus:
Sacred ground Doctore. Watered with tears of blood.

Doctore:
Your tears. Your blood. Your pathetic lives forged into something of worth...

Batiatus:
[about Ilithyia] The snake arrives, walking as if human.

Batiatus:
Once again, the gods spreads the cheeks and ram cock in f***ing ass!

[after Spartacus Awakens]

Batiatus:
Have him sent to the baths. But, first attend to all that f***ing *hair*.

[Addressing Spartacus and the new recruits]

Doctore:
What is beneath your feet?

[No Answer]

Doctore:
Answer! *What* is beneath your feet?

Kerza:
Sand?

Doctore:
Crixus! What is beneath your feet?

Crixus:
Sacred ground, Doctore. Watered with the tears of blood.

Doctore:
*Your* tears! *Your* blood! Your *pathetic* lives forged into something of worth. Listen! Learn! And, perhaps, live - As *Gladiators*! Now Attend your master.

Batiatus:
You have been blessed! Each and every one of you, to find yourselves here at the ludus of Quintus Lentulus Batiatus, purvayor of the finest gladiators in all of the Republic!

[Gladiators Cheer]

Batiatus:
Proove yourselves in the hard days to follow, proove yourselves more than a commonslave - more than a man! Fail and die, either here where you stand, or sold off to the mines. Succeed, and stand proud among my titans!

[Gladiators Chant "Batiatus!"]

Doctore:
A Gladiator does *not* fear death. He embraces it. Caresses it. *F***s* it. Each time he enters the arena, he slips his cock in the mouth of the beast, and prays to thrust home be fore the jaws snap shut.

Batiatus:
[after a new recruit is quickly killed in a test] Not every venture ends in climax.

Lucretia:
A fact known well to many women.

Varro:
Wake me when it's time to die again.

Doctore:
Spartacus!

Spartacus:
[catches Doctore's whip] That is not my name.

Marcus Crassus:
Time conspires against will of the heart. We shall break words again when battle is won, and see tears evaporate beneath warming sun of deeper intent.

Kore:
Apologies Dominus, I have prepared afternoon meal.

Marcus Crassus:
I have an appetite towards bloodier repast.

Kore:
Again, apologies yet I would also break needed words.

Marcus Crassus:
Well shatter them quickly or see them to ground I once stood upon.

Naevia:
You claim the sword as your own? The way it fits hand, I thought it forged for woman or sickly child.

Spartacus:
Glaber is the most dangerous kind of fool. One with a title.

Spartacus:
[to Varro] Now, pull head from ass and use it for once.

[repeated line]

Batiatus:
Jupiter's cock!

Spartacus:
[having bested Glaber] The Roman finally learns his place among us... on his knees.

Glaber:
You've won nothing! Rome will send legions in my wake, and one day soon you shall fall to deserved end.

Spartacus:
Perhaps. Yet it is not this day.

[last lines]

Spartacus:
Let Rome send their legions. We will face them and see all follow Glaber in death! [the rebels cheer] Now we will become an army.

Ashur:
[dying] You think this makes difference? My death will not heal scars you bare. [to Crixus] Nor erase memory of my cock inside her. Or all those that followed!

Naevia:
No... it will not. But it is a f***ing start!