Batiatus' father has retired to Sicilia for health reasons leaving him in control of the ludus.
Crixus was one of Tullius' slaves.
Despite not fully recovered to reprise his role of Spartacus for the second season of the show, Andy Whitfield makes a brief appearance in this prequel mini-series.
Spartacus: Gods Of The Arena was created when the second season of Spartacus: Blood And Sand needed to be put on hold while its lead actor, Andy Whitfield, struggled with non-Hodgkin lymphoma. Series creator and executive producer Steven S. Deknight turned what he had conceived as a single flashback episode for the second season into a six episodes prequel mini-series.
Lucretia: The fights are particularly entertaining today.
Batiatus: You'd enjoy them more viewed from the pulvinus. Fucking shit eater. Let Vettius preen like a woman.
Lucretia: You'll school him in the ways of men when Gannicus takes to the sands.
Lucretia: Vettius begins the match without proper instruction?
Batiatus: Proper? Vettius and the word are of distant relations.
Solonius: I for one am grateful to be spared his oratory. The man's voice causes skull to ache.
Solonius: Is your man ever of a serious note?
Batiatus: He'd strip naked and fight with his cock as long as he wins.
Lucretia: Can we not stay for the rest of the games?
Batiatus: Vettius' men command the prominent matches. He has more than enough eyes to watch him stroke his cock. I would not add ours to the sight.
Otho: Perhaps one day the pretty little bitch will fight later in the afternoon with the rest of the men.
Gannicus: You and your tiny cock best pray that day never come.
Batiatus: Did you catch the manner of his eye as he gazed down from the pulvinus? Fucking Vettius. Barely free of his mother's tit, yet carries himself above lanistas of more deserving years.
Solonius: Youth often imagines itself swollen beyond its worth.
Batiatus: Time will cure him of the condition, as it does all foolish young men.
Lucretia: How could Tullius and the Magistrate favour a boy from Nola over Capua's own sons?
Batiatus: How do they do it now?
Solonius: We must prove ourselves in the more important bouts in the old arena and secure position. To fight later in the day we must first distinguish ourselves against Vettius' men.
Batiatus: Yet Vettius' men only fight later in the day.
Solonius: A vexing conundrum.
Batiatus: What man dares stand between women and gossip?
Solonius: Gaia returns unencumbered. And in enticing form.
Batiatus: Huh, that woman is a force of fucking nature. One that has blown many an unsuspecting man to his ruin.
Batiatus: Have eyes ever beheld such a marvel?
Solonius: A sight to put the Circus Maximus in Rome to bitter shame.
Batiatus: We will be the ones shamed, if grand ceremony passes absent our gladiators. We must force advantage before opportunity slips from grasp.
Solonius: No, we must be patient. Your father would venture forth with respect and caution.
Batiatus: Then a blessing he is not present.
Solonius: Perhaps we should send word to him in Sicilia, petition advice...?
Batiatus: I can already divine content of his reply. Which is why he never rose above his humble station. Fuck patience!
Batiatus: Through the ambitions of Tullius, Capua is elevated. A lesson to be studied and reproduced in kind.
Batiatus: Even the lowest man can rise beyond the heavens if tempted with the proper reward.
Oenomaus: More than a year has passed since I faced Theokoles. Perhaps Dominus does not intend...
Melitta: You were the only one to ever stand against the Shadow of Death and live. Batiatus would be a fool to keep you from the arena.
Oenomaus: Or I am the fool, for ever dreaming of such a thing.
Lucretia: Oh, you don't seem overly distraught at his passing.
Gaia: How would you present after years enduring withered flesh groping at you.
Lucretia: But when you left Capua I thought you madly in love.
Gaia: I was...with his purse. Sadly his fortunes went dry towards the end.
Lucretia: And did you aid in their evaporation?
Gaia: What can I say? I am the glorious sun.
Gaia: Your company is all I ever desire.
Gaia: And, I would not refuse the comforts of a well appointed villa, until I manage other arrangements...?
Lucretia: Involving a ripe purse?
Gaia: So many years have passed, yet nothing has changed.
Gaia: Gannicus? That Celt with the ridiculously charming smile?
Lucretia: He has risen to prominence within the ludus ever since Oenomaus was injured against Theokoles in an amazing display of bravery.
Gaia: Gannicus. Oenomaus. All the hard, rippling men right beneath our feet. One moistens at the thought.
Lucretia: Gaia! They are but slaves!
Gaia: Please. In all the years you've called this ludus home, you've never once considered fucking one of them?
Lucretia: The very thought of that turns stomach. I would never lay with any man besides my husband. Let alone a filthy gladiator.
Indus: Do you know where you are, friend?
Crixus: The House of Batiatus. Trainer of gladiators.
Ashur: Yes. You stand among his latest recruits. Bound by pain and blood, together we toil beneath the cruel sting of Doctore's whip.
Ashur: Do you not see it in his eyes? This is a man with dreams of blood and glory.
Indus: I doubt he'll live to see the test.
Our last trial. We must all face one of the seasoned men and demonstrate to the Dominus what we have learned. Live, and receive the Mark of the Brotherhood, proving yourself worthy of the arena.
Crixus: I will stand upon its sands.
Batiatus: Solonius was right. I should temper patience as my father would.
Lucretia: You're not your father. Nor would I have it so.
Ashur: Gannicus is a fucking fool yet one of deadly skill. He is often rewarded for his victories with wine and cunt. Gain Dominus' favour and such delights could be yours.
Crixus: Drink and women are not my concern.
Ashur: Ah, more for me then.
Batiatus: Any one of my men could best yours fucking blindfolded, you pissy little shit.
Vettius: Listen how the rooster crows.
Solonius: Let us calm ourselves...
Batiatus: You doubt my words? Test them.
Gaia: It's been ages since I've seen a decent match. Or Tullius. In the blush of youth, he was forever attempting to slip beneath my robes.
Batiatus: Ha. You should have fucking let him. Tullius has grown to be a man of worth.
Batiatus: (About Doctore) His counsel is always valued, yet he is my father's man. His judgment clouded through a haze of outdated traditions. I seek a more visceral assessment. You and I practically grew up together in this ludus. You have witnessed the rise and fall of a dozen champions. What now does your gut tell you of Gannicus? Is he worthy of the mantle?
Oenomaus: I believe it so.
Batiatus: He must truly be, for you to offer support despite your own desires.
Oenomaus: He has chosen him as champion, he is to face Vettius' man in the marketplace tomorrow.
Melitta: And this is why you sulk? The streets are no place for the mighty Oenomaus to make his return. The arena will be home to your triumphs hen the time comes. And I will be there to witness it.
Oenomaus: Tomorrow you fight for the honor of this ludus. Now is not the time for drink.
Gannicus: Every night is time for drink. For the morning sun may greet you with your last fucking day.
Doctore: A brawl in the streets. Where is the honour in such a thing?
Batiatus: Fuck honor. This is business.
Vettius: There appears to be something missing. Where is your man's blindfold?
Batiatus: Blindfold? What the fuck...
Vettius: That was your boast, was it not? That your gladiator could best any of my men absent sight...?
Tullius: You did voice such challenge.
Batiatus: A simple figure of speech, not meant to be...
Vettius: Good Tullius... if Batiatus does not wish to honour terms, he should remove himself with tail between legs.
Gannicus: Doctore (Hands him over his sword to put the blindfold on) Come... the task should not be that difficult. I need only direct my blades towards the smell of shit.
Doctore: Gannicus. Ever the fool.
(About Gannicus fighting blindfolded)
Gaia: How thrilling. I have never seen such a thing.
Solonius: For good reason.
(Gannicus is fighting blindfolded and losing)
Solonius: A noble attempt.
Batiatus: To be remembered only in its failing.
Auctus: Only mad Gannicus could win contest fucking blindfolded!
Barca: Barca could do the same!
Auctus: And I would kill you for being a fool (He kisses Barca).
Gannicus: Dominus he rewards me with all the wine that I can drink and I would share it with my brothers! Those that bear the mark.
Batiatus: Gannicus' victory forges path to greater glory. With Tullius' support, we can finally gain proper position in games! Maybe a place in the opening ceremony of the new arena.
Gaia: After such a magnificent showing, I have no doubt Gannicus will be offered a place in the primus.
Gaia: It staggers mind, the change in him.
Gaia: You know my meaning. He always seemed so... demure and cowed. Now he positively burns.
Lucretia: He has always done so. His light was merely muted by the shadow of his father.
Gaia: The man could turn day to night with disapproving frown. He never cared much for me. Or, I suspect, anything that smacked of enjoyment...
Tullius: Good Batiatus. Word of Gannicus' victory has spread throughout the city. His name, and yours, fall from every mouth.
Batiatus: May they always find the taste pleasing.
Tullius: You surprise me, Batiatus. Your disposition towards business is much more... aggressive than your father's.
Batiatus: We are of diverging temperament. And desires.
Batiatus: How did the Magistrate take to Gannicus' display?
Tullius: Ignited by it, as was the crowd. He even broached subject of retaining the man for the opening games of the new arena.
Batiatus: Gannicus in the opening games? If you could aid in such a thing, I would forever be in your debt.
Tullius: It merely requires a word in the proper ear. All that remains is to agree upon a price.
Tullius: I allowed you to purchase one of my slaves. Yet now you deny me the same opportunity?
Batiatus: Gannicus is not for sale.
Tullius: Everything is for sale, Batiatus. The question is but price. I make fair offer and you produce cock to piss on me. Do you know what that feels like, Batiatus? Reconsider your answer. Or be excluded from the games forever.
International Release Dates:
USA: January 21, 2011 on Starz.
Canada: January 23, 2011 on Movie Central.
United Kingdom: March 21, 2011 on Sky1/Sky1 HD.
Czech Republic: March 22, 2011 on HBO.
Spartacus: Gods Of The Arena began production in New Zealand in August 2010.
Friday, January 21st at 10:00pm on Starz.
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Sunday, January 23rd at 12:00am on Starz Edge.
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Sunday, January 23rd at 11:00pm on Starz In Black.
Monday, January 24th at 12:50am on Starz.
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