Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Spartacus:
You must keep searching for her.

Batiatus:
You shit on honorable agreements and press for fresh demands? Tell me, Thracian - how will you pay for her release if found? Hmm? Her transport? Do you shoot magic coins out of your ass? If so, squat and produce!

Spartacus:
I shall fight in the arena, my winnings--

Batiatus:
No one wishes to see you fight! The crowd's favor, like the wind, is fleeting. Their interest in you has blown out.

Spartacus:
There must be a way for me to fight.

Batiatus:
Only one. In a place where you needn't follow rules, because none exist. The pits of the underworld. Fight there and survive, and you will fill both our hands with coin. And you may yet feel your wife's touch again.