Spartacus and his men reach a critical juncture while Crassus and his army continue their implacable pursuit of the rebels. The conflict between Caesar and Tiberius becomes bigger.
Death in Spartacus: War of the Damned:
Rebels: Brictius, Crixus.
Goof: During the scene where Crixus is killed the close-ups of Naevia show the blade that is being pressed against her up to her chin. However, the longer shots show the blade noticeably down her neck.
Goof: In the love scene with Crixus Naevia's tattoo is placed towards the center of her back instead of on her right shoulder.
Crixus: (After another victory for the rebels) Is that all Rome has to offer this day?! I have not yet had my fill of blood!
Crixus: (Before killing a Roman) Tell your Gods that Crixus pisses upon them!
Spartacus: How many days march does Crassus find himself to our backs?
Wounded Roman: Stroke cock, you fucking slave!
Spartacus: (To Crixus) See his tongue made more agreeable.
(Crixus stabs him twice)
Wounded Roman: (Screaming in pain) Four days!
Crassus: Give command to second legion to fall from rest and continue pursuit in advance of fullest number.
Caesar: You push them too hard.
Tiberius: Now is not the time for gentle words nor soft intent.
Caesar: I harden towards future conflict. Yet a legion on the brink of collapse is ill thought towards Spartacus and his army.
Crassus: Any within ranks unable to keep pace shall be struck down where they stand.
Caesar: Was Decimation not threat enough?
Crassus: I will not let him slip from fucking grasp!
Senator Metellus: You dispatch me to Rome to crow of the inevitable fall of Spartacus upon Melia Ridge, only to have recent news brand me overreaching fool!
Crassus: I find your tone displeasing.
Senator Metellus: As I find of many things swirling about failed campaign.
Crassus: Spartacus but prolongs his end. Return to Rome and deliver message.
Senator Metellus: I am a Senator of the Republic! Not fucking message boy to deliver yet more tidings of imagined victories.
Crassus: You stand what I deem necessary. Or has our arrangement slipped from mind?
Crassus: I shall grind Spartacus and his rebellion beneath heel as I have promised.
Senator Metellus: Lofty words coming from a man whose most trusted slave is said to have fled to join the rebel king... (Crassus punches him to the ground) You have lost fucking mind?! I will see the Senate cast you out for laying hands upon honored member...
Crassus: (Punching him repeatedly) You... will do... as I... fucking... command! (The punching stops) Return to Rome. Speak of this, or any word against me... and I shall devote fortune towards your death in darkness of night.
Crixus: I do not favour fleeing like rabbits at imagined footfall of hunter.
Spartacus: Nor I. Yet we must stay in advance of Crassus until numbers are replenished.
Agron: A wise path. Though one paved with Roman heads fucking preferred.
Spartacus: We shall find our own upon it if we fall from caution.
Crixus: A word once unfamiliar upon your tongue.
Spartacus: Spoken now with thought towards those less able among us.
Agron: And yet they devour as much as any man of sword or spear.
Crixus: We cannot run for an eternity. One day soon we will once again have to stand and fight.
Spartacus: One day.
Agron: You know he holds right in this.
Crixus: No ground held is certain in times of war.
Nasir: Is it possible? To slip from jaws of Crassus yet again?
Agron: I will not see you caught between them.
Castus: (About Agron) His stare yet holds the promise of violence.
Nasir: Continue to prove yourself against the Romans and see it soften.
Castus: The man need not fall to worry in such regard. Yet in matters nearer the heart his concerns are well founded.
Nasir: Rid yourself of them. And break no more upon subject.
Castus: If you had laughed carelessly at my words I would have known feelings misplaced. Yet you froth and foam, showing they strike reflective chord.
Nasir: You mistake reflection for your own.
Castus: And do I mistake your eyes stealing glance as I pass? Or breath from lips catching when I draw near?
Laeta: It was but short time past you would have found joy in my suffering.
Agron: Do not think me so far removed from thought.
Laeta: Then why offer hand?
Agron: I offer it towards Spartacus. It baffles fucking sense yet he appears to carry affection towards you.
Laeta: I... I've not the words...
Agron: Nor I desire to hear them. Spartacus has sacrificed much in this life. He deserves some small measure of happiness in return (Looking towards Nasir) As so many are owed.
Spartacus: You are blessed with a son.
Agron: Look at the cock on this one, dangling as if from Jupiter himself!
Kore: I pray he uses it only upon the willing.
Spartacus: Why did you turn from him in favor of cold and storm? Break word! Or find yourself forever unable.
Laeta: The girl is fugitivus as many among you, regardless of which Dominus she fled. She deserves protection, not veiled threats.
Spartacus: I hide behind no veils. Nor shall any bearing mark of my enemy.
Kore: Crassus himself has seen no harm to me. Yet name of honored son inflicted grievous injury. And would have continued to do so.
Spartacus: My wife stood equally mistreated by those that called themselves her masters.
Spartacus: We cannot turn from any slave wishing freedom.
Agron: Then let her be free to starve with the rest of us.
Caesar: Beloved son has regained favor of his father. Measured counsel spilling
from your mouth may yet again fill him with reason. And dispel troubled
thought of Kore escaping...
Tiberius: The fucking cock between your legs! That is why you have come to me. To calm storm of his wrath before you are swept away in downpour.
Caesar: (About Kore) What did you do to her, boy, to make her flee? Did you force that tiny cock inside her...
Tiberius: You fucking overstep, Tribune!
Caesar: Many times each day. Yet in this, we both know I do not. I will uncover the truth of what you have done. And your father will fall again to reason... when wounded heart is balmed by knowledge that Kore is not the one who has betrayed him.
Crixus: I wish you blessed with more than just a word. An endless bounty of food and a proper home to keep you warm on coldest night. Perhaps even a child of our own upon a day... yet I have not had the strength to provide you with any of this.
Naevia: Your strength saw me from the mines. Guided me from the shadows, returning life to faded shell.
Crixus: A life stained with blood and battle.
Naevia: My path has been chosen. Not by the fates. Not by the Gods themselves. I choose to walk by your side, in this life and the one that follows. Until we find ourselves upon its shores... I desire only to send more fucking Romans there before us.
Crixus: I do not deserve a woman such as you.
Naevia: You are the only man who truly does.
Spartacus: Upon dawn's break, I would press north towards rise of the Alps.
Crixus: You would set up camp upon the mountains?
Spartacus: No. I would cross them. And upon other side, see our people to the winds.
Crixus: (To Gannicus) Has he at last gone fucking mad?
Gannicus: Crassus pursues a single army, easily tracked.
Spartacus: Thousands of slaves running free beyond lands of the Republic...? Not even he has resource enough to find so many scattered across foreign soil.
Crixus: All that we have done. All that has been lost. It will stand for nothing if we now turn and flee.
Spartacus: You would strike at Rome itself?
Crixus: And would see it tremble. As the man you once were thundered when Batiatus fell.
Crixus: The Republic quakes at the name of Spartacus and his army of slaves.
Spartacus: We have but nipped at the ankle of the beast. To bare teeth at its throat, I... I now fear the reprisal.
Crixus: The Bringer of Rain? The Slayer of the Shadow of Death? Afraid?
Spartacus: Not for myself, no. But my concerns have grown far beyond such.
Spartacus: You would have us march to our end.
Crixus: I would have us free. Truly free. Do you really believe that Crassus will stop once you crest the mountains? That the Republic will let us quietly slip away? We have shown them vulnerable. We have shown them that a trembling hand can become a fist. We have challenged the idea that a slave must always know his place, accepting rod and lash because he was taught to accept it. We built their mighty Republic. With our hands and our blood and our lives. And we can see it fall at equal cost. You opened my eyes to this, Spartacus. Do not ask me now to close them.
Spartacus: It was simpler between us when the bond stood only as hate.
Crixus: Those days are sadly past. With or without you, I shall march upon Rome with those who share desire for vengeance.
Spartacus: We have fought for the choice to forge our own path. I will no longer stand in the way of yours.
Saxa: (About Sibyl) You are with little thing now?
Gannicus: Apologies. I did not wish to see heart wounded.
Saxa: You will ruin little thing with drink and ways of your kind and you again will find my bed.
Nasir: I have often been at cross purpose with the Gaul yet his fucking presence shall be missed.
Agron: I shall not feel the sting of it.
Nasir: You yet hate the man?
Agron: I will not miss his presence... because I shall not be from it.
Nasir: You turn from Spartacus to march with Crixus?
Agron: Spartacus stands as a brother. Yet in this... we are not of like mind. There is no life for me beyond the Alps. I am no shepherd nor tiller of land. Blood and battle are all I have ever known.
Nasir: It is settled then. Tomorrow we move for Rome with Crixus.
Agron: To hear such words lifts spirit... yet I would have you take with Spartacus.
Nasir: My place is forever with you.
Agron: Not in this.
Nasir: You once swore the gods themselves could not wrest me from your arms. And now you fucking cast me aside?
Agron: My heart will never beat for another. Yet it would cease within chest if I were to drag you to your doom.
Nasir: I am a warrior!
Agron: One I am most proud of! Set skills to aiding Spartacus, and see those less able to true freedom.
Nasir: Do not ask me to turn from you.
Agron: I ask only that you live! And wrest what joy that yet may be found in the remaining days.
(They kiss and hug)
Spartacus: I would seek to share drink with a man most worthy.
Crixus: A sentiment not always held.
Spartacus: Nor always deserved.
Crixus: By either of us.
Spartacus: I've been known to be contrary upon occasion.
Crixus: A talent among many that I best you in.
Spartacus: It is a wonder we have not yet killed each other. Would that we could reverse the years towards better footing.
Crixus: I would not see it different. We have done the impossible. Seen the House of Batiatus to ruin. Laid waste to the arena of Capua. Defeated Glaber and all of the Roman hordes who followed (Gesturing towards Naevia) Restored heart torn from chest. If you and I had taken to loving arms, fate may have led us on a less glorious path.
Spartacus: Batiatus once warned me that a man must accept his fate...
Crixus: ... or will be destroyed by it. The fucking cunt said that to everyone.
Spartacus: I pray that yours holds all you desire and that one day we can greet each other again in this life.
Crassus: Those beneath us must be struck severest blow to truly grasp how we tower above them. And to ensure they never betray us.
Tiberius: A lesson well learned by Metellus. Perhaps if Kore had been given similar instruction...
Crassus: Do not form sound of her name.
Tiberius: Apologies. It tears heart to know how deeply she wounded you.
Crassus: I gave all that I could. Treated her as if word of slave held no meaning. Why would she risk all to fly from loving arms?
Tiberius: I hold myself to blame.
Crassus: What did your hands do to cause such a thing?
Tiberius: It is what they did not. I knew Caesar to be untrustworthy. If I had laid closer eye upon him, he would not have been able to see her to the ridge... and allowed opportunity of escape.
Crassus: Caesar is of wild mind. Yet I do not believe he knew her thoughts in this.
Tiberius: And I believe that great power is accompanied by many burdens, father. Knowing whom to trust paramount among them.
Crassus: Wisdom well received.
Agron: I have for heavy span been pulled in opposing direction.
Spartacus: A thing I have noted. Gratitude for standing by my words, even when you did not believe in them.
Agron: I believed in the man. And always shall.
Spartacus: Agron. I hope you find what you seek.
Agron: And you some measure of comfort, despite all that has happened. No one is more deserving of it, brother.
Laeta: I mistreated none within my house when I was yet called Domina.
Spartacus: Yet you held them as possessions. Things to be bought and traded.
Laeta: As I was by Crassus himself, or have you forgotten...
Spartacus: You have suffered but briefest moment of that which so many have only ever known.
Laeta: You desire to compare wounds? Let us weigh them and judge balance.
Spartacus: Your wounds must be all but healed. You return to difficult woman of old.
Laeta: We cannot turn from truest nature.
Spartacus: No. We cannot.
Laeta: I have had my fill of wine. And company less desired...
Spartacus: You yet stand Roman. A thing I can never hold to heart.
Laeta: It is not your heart I'm after this night...
Gannicus: It seems but yesterday you stood as opened-mouthed Gaul, anxious to prove yourself in the arena. Now thousands gladly follow you to lay assault upon Rome itself.
Crixus: I would hold it as a blessing from Jupiter himself if you would join with us.
Gannicus: (Looking towards Sibyl) My journey leads toward other path.
Crixus: There is no greater cause to turn a man from battle.
Naevia: (To Crixus) Upon your command we move for Rome.
Spartacus: A decision I yet hold in grievous doubt. Yet if I believed in the Gods, I would split heavens in prayer that I was mistaken.
Crixus: And I would give my all to prove you yet the fool.
Crixus: When we were yet of Batiatus' ludus, I spoke of how we may have been as brothers, in another life.
Spartacus: Yet not in this one.
Crixus: Know that I was wrong. And will always hold you as such.
Spartacus: As I will hold you.
Caesar: Spartacus divides his forces?
Crassus: The larger sum striking north towards the mountains. Their numbers weighted by women and children.
Tiberius: The remainder? What course do they take?
Caesar: Towards Rome?!
Crassus: Spartacus does not command western forces upon sighting of exodus. His pet Gaul leads assault.
Caesar: Crixus? A man of equal skill. And deadlier passion.
Tiberius: I have had fill of you questioning every word that falls from my tongue!
Caesar: Then break them with more fucking sense! We cannot turn from Rome!
Tiberius: We shall turn in whatever direction my father decides.
Caesarc: Then aid him in proper choice. Not one you believe he seeks to hear.
Tiberius: I follow my own desires.
Caesar: As you did when you forced yourself upon Kore?
Tiberius: You risk all on the tale of a woman who swallows cock for coin?
Caesar: I have made more uncertain wagers in years past. And yet here I stand.
Tiberius: (About his secret regarding Kore being kept from his father) Why have you not yet told him?
Caesar: He has been pushed to brink of madness by imagined betrayal. I would not see him forced over precipice by truth of harsher realities.
Caesar: I am Julius Fucking Caesar!
Tiberius: (To his guards) Hold him against table! (To Caesar) You are of same cloth as Metellus. And must be taught severest lesson in who towers above you! (Raping him) Speak of what you know to anyone... and I shall spin tale of the mighty Caesar... taken like a woman.
(After defeating the Romans)
Naevia: The day is ours!
Agron: When is it fucking not?!
Crixus: A lifetime ago when I yet stood beneath the roof of the House of Batiatus my doctore Oenomaus demanded answer from those recruits who sought glory upon the sands of the arena: What lies beneath your feet?
Agron: Sacred ground! Watered with tears of blood!
Crixus: And this day... it shall be Rome who sheds them! Shall we begin?!
Naevia: (To Crixus) You stand as a fucking God.
Agron: With Rome trembling before you. As Spartacus once promised.
Crassus: Caesar. How have you come to be so rudely handled?
Caesar: I found myself in shameful altercation. It shall not happen again.
Crassus: And reason you not astride horse?
Tiberius: I gave command for him to lead charge upon foot, Imperator. To rally the common men that hold him in such high regard.
Naevia: (To Crixus about the Romans) You are the undefeated Gaul. Let us show them how such name was earned.
Crassus: (About Crixus) This is the Gaul that would seek the fall of Rome?
Tiberius: (About Naevia) And his fucking woman. Defeated by my hand.
Crassus: Retrieve your sword. It has been too long from proper hands.
(Crixus tries to reach for the sword before Tiberius retrieves it)
Tiberius: The man yet lives. I shall see him crucified...
Crassus: No. I would use opportunity to send message to Spartacus. So that he may know the depths of his failure. And what fate I shall see him to as well. Take his head.
When asked what Lugo was saying in German during the celebration at the Roman villa Barry Duffield replied: "I'll fuck your corpse till the sun comes up! My cock rages on! My cock rages on!"
Ellen Hollman did some additional dialogue recording for her scene with Gannicus.
This is Manu Bennett's last episode in the show, who becomes the last actor to have been in every episode starting from the pilot. Daniel Feuerriegel in turn becomes the last remaining actor to have worked along with Andy Whitfield in the first season (Spartacus: Blood and Sand).
The scene where Agron decides to part ways with Nasir was one of Daniel Feuerriegel's favourites because it has a lot of weight to it and shows how much Agron loves Nasir.
Since this episode involves so much fighting, the director T.J. Scott needed to explain the actors what part of the fight they were filming at the time.
The scene where Crixus kills Arrius was the last one that Manu Bennett filmed for the show.
Writer and creator Steven S. Deknight's favourite part of the episode is the death of Crixus as well as the fact that the "My cock rages on" song can be heard for the last time in the show in the scene where the rebels celebrate after taken over the Roman villa.
According to writer and creator Steven S. Deknight originally the plotline was going to be reversed as Caesar was going to rape Tiberius to teach him a lesson.
By being positioned next to Naevia in the scene where Crixus is killed, Manu Bennett only had to look at Cynthia Addai-Robinson's eyes to receive the energy that he was giving him and he knew that he could rely on her performance to make his final moment beautiful.
Original International Air Dates:
Canada: March 24, 2013 on The Movie Network and Movie Central.
USA: March 22, 2013 on Starz.
Turkey: April 7, 2013 on CNBC-e.
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