Spartacus: Vengeance

Crixus:
I did not come to lend you aid you mad fuck! I came to stop you!

Spartacus:
You would place yourself between Glaber and what he deserves?

Crixus:
As you would place yourself between Naevia and me! What do you think would be the result of killing a fucking praetor? The senate would burn upon itself, belching forth fire and vengeance! They would not send a few men as they do with Glaber; they would send thousands! A true army! Which we will never be.

Doctore:
Is it true? Did you lay with her?

Gannicus:
-- Oenomaus. [Oenamaus attacks Gannicus.]

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

Glaber:
I am not the fool you and your daughter think me.

Agron:
I begin to question fucking plan.

Spartacus:
I have had my fill of games - let us leave this arena forever.

Gannicus:
Help me with him...

Spartacus:
Freedom is not a stick of wood to be presented as a bone to obedient dog. It is a thing all men deserve.

Gannicus:
[laughs] 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.

Seppius:
Seppia-

Glaber:
Leave this life knowing she's safe... beneath my roof. My hands to comfort her in the days to come.

Naevia:
[Sparring with Crixus] Yah!

Crixus:
Good! Now keep eye on angle of my shoulders, it will give clue to my next— [He strikes and Naevia blocks his sword. He subdues Naevia, holding her in his arms] You learn quickly.

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

Agron:
Fuck the gods.

Gannicus:
I brand myself fucking enemy of Rome to deliver her to your hands, only to find them weak and trembling?

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.

Spartacus:
You do not know my heart!

Crixus:
You fight well...for a simple fuck east of the Rhine.

Agron:
You also fight well....for a shit eating Gaul.

Gannicus:
If I am to die today, at least it shall be among brothers.

Crixus:
I would not have us part so quickly!

Ashur:
Glaber awaits. I must return, with reply.

Crixus:
Your head will serve equal purpose.

Ashur:
Spartacus?

Spartacus:
I find no fault with his reasoning.

Ashur:
The mighty Crixus, forever intoning of the honor of the gladiator, where stand such now with the cutting down of a defenceless man?

Crixus:
Give him a sword. (Spartacus throws a sword to Ashur) You once dreamt of honor upon the sands, make this your final arena!

Ashur:
You stand a champion and I gravely wounded, there is yet no honor in such contest.

Crixus:
TEST SHIT WITH HONOR!!

Glaber:
[gravely injured] You've won nothing...Rome, will send legions in my wake....and you will fall to deserved end!

Spartacus:
Perhaps....yet it is not this day! [kills Glaber]

Spartacus:
Let Rome send their legions! We shall face them, and see them all join Glaber in death! [to Crixus] Now, we shall become an army.