Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Batiatus:
Why are you here, in this place, under my hospitality? Do you know why?

Spartacus:
Because I trusted in the honor of a Roman.

Batiatus:
You are here because of my grandfather. He built this ludus. He believed that no man was without worth. That even the most vile among us could rise to honor and glory. He instilled these beliefs in my father, who in turn passed them on to me. I am a lanista. Like my forefathers, a trainer of gladiators. I see things in men that they themselves have lost, small spark, an ember, I give it breath, tender, until it ignites in the arena.