Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Batiatus:
What would you do to hold your wife again, to feel the warmth of her skin, to taste her lips, would you kill?

Spartacus:
Whoever stood between us.

Batiatus:
How many men? A hundred, A thousand?

Spartacus:
I would kill them all.

Batiatus:
Then do it in the arena. Fight for me, and the honor of my forefathers. Prove yourself, climb to the pinnacle, gain your freedom, and that of the woman you've lost.

Spartacus:
I did not lose her. She was taken from me.

Batiatus:
A man must accept his fate, or be destroyed by it.

Spartacus:
Why would I place my fate in the hands of another Roman?

Batiatus:
Because of what they hold. Your wife's? Pass the final test tonight with honor and servitude, call me Dominus, and I will help to reunite you. The choice is yours.