Spartacus works toward securing a bargaining chip to use against the Romans. Crassus comes upon the knowledge that a fellow notable Roman has embarked on his same quest to get the glory of defeating Spartacus.
Not too much happened to advance the larger narrative in the series’ penultimate installment; instead, “The Dead and the Dying” focused primarily on moving the characters into position, both physically and psychologically, for the final clash.
Scenes from episode 3x08 Separate Paths can be seen during this episode.
Death in Spartacus: War of the Damned:
Saxa: (To Lugo) Time next, you carry bow. Too far from fucking blood.
Laeta: The Eagle and the Dolphin. I have laid eyes upon crest before. The mark of Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus.
Laeta: A master of both land and sea. My husband spoke with deep admiration of the man. Bending tongue to welcome him as Rome's greatest warrior...
Spartacus: I have heard tale of his conquests. And name of Adolescent Butcher given him.
Lugo: We shall butcher bird and fish!
Naevia: I a but pale shade, haunting a world fallen from meaning.
Spartacus: Then we must nourish spectre, so that it may reclaim flesh and promise of better days.
Naevia: There stand none upon horizon.
Gannicus: Was his end as he had always dreamed? In glorious battle?
Naevia: In battle, yes. Though robbed of glory.
Naevia: Crixus was engaged by the traitor Caesar when boy of scant years pierced back with spear.
Gannicus: A fucking boy.
Nasir: What of Agron? Does he share fate with Crixus? Or is he yet of this world?
(Naevia fights back tears and Nasir leaves, struggling to hold himself together)
Gannicus: Crassus tempts to goad you into foolish action.
Spartacus: If I stood only for my own life, perhaps I would stand so moved. Yet we must turn from such thoughts and set purpose towards more pressing concern.
Spartacus: His scouts were headed south, towards Crassus' legions. He will send more, when they do not return.
Gannicus: We cannot afford to be caught between two armies, fighting as one.
Crassus: None among the Gaul's men form words of note?
Tiberius: We have set lash and heated iron towards the loosening of tongues. I shall press until one unmoors from stubborn tether. Or command all torn from rebellious root.
Tiberius: A whore by the name of Canthara, discovered beaten and slitas pig from womanhood to throat.
Crassus: Canthara? What do you know of this, Caesar?
Caesar: News only now falls upon ear. I have been seeking the woman for several days.
Tiberius: Whoever she angered, his wrath is a thing to be feared.
(Tiberius and Caesar glare at each other)
Crassus: Followers' camp is but brief step from our very ranks. I would not have it fall to chaos and murder.
Tiberius: I shall personally attend to matter.
Caesar: May those responsible suffer equal fate.
Roman soldier: Proconsul Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus offers support in campaign against the rebel Spartacus.
Crassus: Offer greeted with wondrous surprise. I've never known Pompey to support any cause but his own interests.
Tiberius: Pompey but seeks your knowledge of Spartacus so that he may snatch victory from deserving hands. Caesar, you agree, do you not?
Caesar: I share your concerns. Yet Pompey returns the hero against Sertorius, ripe with laurels. To refuse offer would be considered insult. One that could be set against you within the Senate.
Crassus: To shit with the Senate.
Caesar: There is practical reason as well to accept terms. We could press attack from the south, Pompey could stay Spartacus from gaining the mountains and slipping from grasp. With all who follow him.
Crassus: A thing I would not see come to pass.
Caesar: Send honoured name in your place to broach negotiation.
Tiberius: And I suppose such name holds letters forming 'Caesar'?
Caesar: No. Only the Imperator's Word and Will holds such lofty position.
Crassus: Pompey stands shrewd opponent. I would have one of more seasoned years to set against him.
Caesar: Tiberius has proven himself worthy advisory. His youth will but cause Pompey to lower his guard, to deepest regret.
Tiberius: Caesar at last breaks words that I am moved to embrace.
Crassus: (About Tiberius) Was it so short a span when he stood uncertain boy?
Caesar: Such days have faded from memory. He stands a man now. And I wish for him all that he deserves.
Kore: I took knife and slipped from presence while he slept.
Naevia: Why did you not seize opportunity and end his life? If Crassus had fallen that night, then Crixus would yet be of this world.
Kore: I am moved by your loss yet I cannot be held for it.
Naevia: We are all held for our actions. The choices we make, the things that we do... and those that we should have.
Kore: We cannot reverse the sun. Nor relive days past.
Naevia: No. We can but brace against uncertain future. And when moment presents, balance scale against those who have most deeply wounded heart.
Tiberius: Honored Pompey. My father sends regret that he could not...
Spartacus: (Revealing himself) The regret is mine. I had hoped to embrace the Imperator himself yet fate delivers mere shadow of the name Crassus.
Spartacus: (To Tiberius while holding his sword) Is this the blade? The one that robbed Crixus of his life?
Caesar: I had no hand in Canthara's fate. The one who commanded her so rudely from this world will never again cause harm.
Prostitute: You know the animal that took her life?
Caesar: A bleating sheep who mistook himself as fearsome wolf. Maneuvered towards deserved slaughter.
Naevia: (Presenting her with Tiberius' sword) I have seen this before. In Crixus' hands. And the boy's upon field of battle as it...
Spartacus: His name is Tiberius. He is the son of Marcus Crassus. He stands prisoner with a clutch of his soldiers.
Naevia: I will have his fucking life!
Spartacus: The reason he yet clings to it.
Spartacus: Let us build pyre and gather around imagined sands of storied arena to bear solemn witness to the clash of sword and shield. And pay final tribute to the Undefeated Gaul who shall forever stand so in my eyes.
Naevia: There was a time not along ago when he turned from you. A thing I moved him towards.
Spartacus: The past is seldom as we would have it. The future yet to be known. Embrace the present and strike all else from concern.
Naevia: Let us have your games. Each drop of Roman blood spilled in honor of those taken from us.
Caesar: I know this one. Agron, from the lands east of the Rhine.
Crassus: A savage people, holding no trust even among their own kind.
Caesar: This one is of a difference. A gladiator standing beside Spartacus in valued position, the Celt Gannicus and the fallen Gaul his only equals.
Crassus: Has he given voice?
Roman soldier: Only to rude curse, Imperator.
Agron: There is yet more upon tongue, you fucking cunts...
(The soldier hits him)
Caesar: More dead than living, yet still conjures breath toward insult. I would care to own gladiators such as this and turn hard men toward harder purpose.
Crassus: As I would see this one softened. Nail him to cross, stand warning to all who refuse to break proper word.
Agron: (As he is tied to the cross) I shall yet have your fucking head!
Caesar: (Hammer and nail in hand) An impressive feat, for one who will never again grasp sword... (Agron is crucified, Caesar himself nailing one of his hands)
Crassus: Would that all who follow Spartacus shared like fate.
Crassus: They were Spartacus' men, posing as Pompey's. You can not know this! You should have! You stood among the rebels in Sinuessa!
Caesar: There were thousands within the city. Fortune would be most kind for me to know the one that presented himself.
Crassus: Gods rain shit upon us!
Caesar: Yet is it not blessing that they stayed you from being ensnared in clever plot? If the Imperator were to fall to Spartacus...
Crassus: We do not know that Tiberius has fallen! He carries the name of Crassus. And with him the worth of the world towards bargain.
Caesar: You believe him alive?
Crassus : As any father would, absent eyes laid upon lifeless form.
Caesar: Then we must pray towards proper outcome.
Crassus: We know which direction Spartacus heads. A few men fleet upon horse could overtake him and broach trade.
Caesar: Spartacus will kill you upon sight, regardless of cost. I shall set Rufus towards task.
Crassus: I would place trust in someone with greater knowledge of Spartacus and his horde. Someone who's lived among them and knows of their treacherous ways.
Caesar: You would send me to my death.
Crassus: They will not lay hand upon you. We hold something I'm certain Spartacus desires.
Caesar: And if you are in error?
Crassus: Then I shall mourn your passing as well.
Tiberius: (To his men) Do not raise weapon when called upon. We will not give entertainment in our deaths. Remember that we are Romans, and they nothing but slaves.
Kore: Yet you are the one in chains. A heavy thing, is it not? To be so condemned to the whims of a master?
Tiberius: You were never placed in chains.
Kore: You forged them with your own hands. Each unseen link binding heart forcing me from the arms of your father.
Tiberius: See me from these chains and I shall return you to them. His heart still beats for you, Kore. Despite all that has happened.
Kore: He still holds love for me?
Tiberius: And would move the heavens to regain you.
Kore: I have not dared to hope such a thing. Gratitude. Know that I shall return at night fall... when it is your time to die. A thing I long to lay eyes upon.
Spartacus: It's been a lifetime since I last stood gladiator. Title and purpose I never desired. Rome forced such upon me and many of my brothers. And this night... we shall return favor! Let us show the son of Crassus and his men what we have learned beneath the heel of their mighty Republic. And in such lesson, honor the dead with Roman blood!
Spartacus: (Before fighting a Roman soldier) I would know what challenge you present absent legions to give aid, as they did against Crixus and Agron.
Spartacus: If a single Roman lacks courage enough to face me... send two to brace nerve!
Sibyl: I have never laid eyes upon the games.
Gannicus: They are but dim reflection of their glory.
Sibyl: You speak as if heart yearns for such days.
Gannicus: To return to shackle and lash, no. To stand upon the sands again... to know a clear purpose of who you are and what must be done... that is a thing that calls to all of my kind.
Gannicus: Two Romans seem to deliver no contest! Send three, so that I may deliver proper tribute!
Laeta: Gannicus seeks to best you.
Spartacus: Gladiators seek to best all. It is the only way to survive in the arena. Gannicus stands the only among us to win his freedom upon the sands.
Laeta: If free, why does he raise arms with the slaves against the Republic?
Spartacus: He took up cause to honor a fallen brother. One that taught us the ways of battle and the bond that joins all men in such pursuit.
Spartacus: It holds difficulty to see one of your people fall?
Laeta: They no longer stand as such. I have been cast from the Republic, thought towards loss or suffering. I may flinch from gory sight... yet know that I revel in its meaning.
Nasir: (Before fighting a Roman soldier) Would that you stood a thousand men. Your deaths by my hand worthy of Agron's memory!
Spartacus: You stand prepared for final contest?
Naevia: Crixus once boasted of his prowess as a gladiator, in first words he ever broke with me. I said I did not favour the games. Now they are all that I long for.
Caesar: (To Spartacus) I offer fair trade! Five hundred of your men taken in battle against Crixus for Tiberius' life!
Gannicus: Tell me you do not fall prey to this viper's tongue?
Caesar: The words they form are not my own. Do not... think me the fool... to greet you with willful fucking intent.
Spartacus: Crassus would offer such a bargain?
Caesar: He would offer Jupiter's throne in return for festering disease that sprung from noble loins!
Tiberius: I would have my sword returned to me, slave.
Naevia: You claim the sword as your own? The way it fits hand, I thought it forged for woman or sickly child.
Naevia: (To Tiberius while fighting him) Gratitude. I held worries you would die too quickly.
Caesar: Crassus offers trade! His son's life for five hundred captured in battle with Crixus!
Naevia: Another Roman lie!
Spartacus: I do not believe it so. Yet I lay choice with the one most wronged by the boy.
Naevia: (To Tiberius) I held your life in my hands. Live each moment knowing that one day soon I shall reclaim it.
Caesar: It lifts heart to see you yet of this world.
Tiberius: Do not ply me with silver tongue. You knew them to be Spartacus' men under guise of Pompey's.
Caesar: A bold claim.
Tiberius: Well, one my father will surely take interest in.
Caesar: The journey to return you to his arms is fraught with peril. For one needing to be taught severest lesson in who towers above you...
(After Kore kills Tiberius)
Caesar: You mad bitch. Do you know what you have done?
Kore: I have balanced fucking scale!
Spartacus: Five hundred of our people will suffer for this. The boy holds no value now.
Gannicus: Nor does life of Caesar!
Kore: Wait! Crassus will yet honor trade! If you give him something else his heart desires.
Crassus: (To Caesar, after Tiberius' death) You now stand my Word and my Will.
Crassus: Raise eyes.
Crassus: (Kisses and holds her tightly) From this day forth... you shall address me as Dominus.
Nasir: The Gods return you to my arms.
Agron: I was fool to ever leave them.
Spartacus: This night hearts lift in joyous reunion with those thought lost to us. Fathers. Brothers and sisters. Sons and lovers. Hold them close for the shadow of Rome is upon us! We hall seek our destiny together. Whatever the cost. Yet let us not pass from memory those left absent from our arms. Those who sacrificed their lives so that all may live free!
Naevia: For Crixus! (Sets Crixus' funeral pyre on fire)
Spartacus: For Sura. For Varro and Mira!
Gannicus: For Oenomaus!
Sibyl: For Diotimos!
Someone in the crowd: For Rhaskos!
Someone in the crowd: For Sanus!
Agron: For Duro!
Someone in the crowd: For Aca!
Someone in the crowd: Fortis!
Someone in the crowd: Barca!
Someone in the crowd: Liscus!
(The crowd continues to call out names)
Someone in the crowd: For Crixus!
(The crowd chants Crixus' name)
(The crowd is chating Crixus' name)
Spartacus: Split heavens with the sound of his name! Let it carry to Crassus and Pompey as distant thunder promising storm and blood! All those who are able shall make final stand against Rome. And this I promise you. We will live free... or join our brothers in death!
(The crowd keeps chating Crixus' name)
Dustin Clare defines Gannicus as a bit of a showman, the arena being his place of freedom where he can be himself.
Dustin Clare enjoyed bringing all the characters from the past during Crixus funeral.
According to writer and creator Steven S. Deknight the inspiration for the funeral games is based on a historical fact: after Crixus was killed Spartacus threw these games in his honour: he captured about 200 Romans and forced them to fight each other. The original plotline for the episode had Tiberius and Caesar captured and fighting each other at the end of the games. However, the rebels didn't have much to do that way so the writers turned the plot around into gladiator games where the rebels fight the Romans in a big display to honour Crixus.
Spartacus decides to turn around and head towards Rome instead of crossing the Alps so that those who can't fight can get away and also as a way to honour Crixus by keeping on fighting.
Writer and creator Steven S. Deknight's favourite part of the episode is the arena fights because it gives a further chance to see Spartacus and Gannicus fighting as gladiators once again.
Original International Air Dates:
Canada: April 7, 2013 on The Movie Network and Movie Central.
USA: April 5, 2013 on Starz.
Turkey: April 14, 2013 on CNBC-e.
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