Spartacus: Blood and Sand - Motion Comic (2009) s01e01 Episode Script
Upon the Sands of Vengeance
Sunt..un ZEU!
Arena este templul meu!
Blood my sacred wine!
Death my ambrosia!
The crowd chants my name.
Prayers to their deity of pain.
Arkadios!
Arkadios!
Arkadios!
It was not always so
Arkadios!
Let your brother up,
and tend to your chores.
Before your mother takes
that stick to both of our asses.
Da, tata.
It was a good life.
Until the romans came.
Father!
Father!
How long I layed there,
Nu stiu.
But when I awoke,
my life was over.
I was taken to a place,
far away from the lust hills of Athens.
a place, where the rain seldom came.
Capua!
I was sold with two others
to Solonius, the lanista,
a trainer of gladiators.
We were given sticks,
and told the winner will be fed,
and trained in the ways of death.
I've always been
good with sticks.
My training begins.
I learn quickly.
Years pass in a haze
of pain and blood.
Their pain, their blood.
And before each death blow,
I imagine his face!
The man, who took my life away.
The life of a gladiator.
Blood and battle.
And then, there are the parties.
the cena libera
the roman pigs called them.
The feast the night before the games,
the night before our deaths.
Throne by the rich and powerful,
seeking to gain the favor of the people.
Gladiators are paraded and displayed.
Wild animals to be feared and admired.
But the food is good,
the wine flows.
And occassionally there are joyful surprises.
Good citizens of Capua!
Revered guests!
Ancient friends!
A debt of gratitude for
partaking in this celebration
of the family name of Albinius.
Your attendance honors
the memory of my elders,
gone too soon from
the realm of the living
And the joy of a daughter,
yet so full of life.
Albinius! The man,
who took my life away.
He prattles of gifts to
the people of Capua.
Water carried from Rome,
to slay the thirst of the draught.
And blood to be
spilled in the arena.
Quintus Lentulus Batiatus!
Step forward, and present your gladiators.
Batiatus, my master's rival.
He offers two of his finests,
Barca, the beast of Carthage,
and Crixus, the undefeated gaul.
I payed them no mind,
my part is clear.
I will wait until my master
Solonius is called forth.
Gratitude to Batiatus!
Now to Marcus Decius
Solonius,
and his offerings!
In the honor of senator Albinius,
and the people of Capua.
I give you six
of my finest men!
Behold Arkadios!
Scourge of athens!
I will wait until the last
of his presented.
And when Albinius approaches
I shall have vengeance!
They will kill me for this.
I'll drag as many as I can
with me to the Underworld.
Solonius presents his final man.
I tense to strike.
Albinius stays his place.
More suprises
Gratitude to Solonius!
But water and games are
distant praise, for the city,
that has held the name
Albinius as its own.
More is deserved!
And the gods have seen fit to bestow it
in the form of my daughter's husband,
Legatus Claudius Glaber.
Newly returned from
the savage lands of Thrace!
Legatus Glaber.
With a shitpile of thracian dogs,
and soldiers, too many soldiers.
More gifts for
the people of Capua!
Six thracian jackals!
Deserters from the war against
the barbaric getae!
To be executed ad gladium
in tomorrow's games!
An execution.
My master offers to aid the task.
It would be an honor to
serve your purpose, legatus.
And calls upon his best man
to see it done.
Arkadios!
I obeidently except.
The games begin.
The morning is largely uneventful
One ??, the sign of surrender.
Two forefists intertwined
Neither of them fatal.
Only a single death.
I shall add to that number.
When the last thracian
prisoner falls beneath my sword,
Albinius will rise in acknowledgement
of my skill in slaughter.
I will have my revenge.
The call is sounded. The executions begin.
And with them, the
final moments of my life.
I make the most of them.
Each men's given a sword.
A chance at cheap death,
and empty hope.
One of the prisoners gives
me pause. It is belief.
The final prisoner steps
onto the sand.
More surprises!
The odds seem
out of favor.
This thracian caused
Rome a great disservice, father.
He must be
humiliated in example.
I had not expected this.
They are known to me at the
ludus, I called each of them friend.
If I kill Albinius now, the romans
will think all of us traitors.
All of us will die.
So be it!
I final join in the thracian's pain,
no satisfaction in his blood.
He's but an obstacle.
one that must fall.
The time has come.
The thracian will die,
Albinius will rise and oppose this.
And I should have agh
vengeance!
Agh!
I hear the roar of the crowd.
As if from a great distance.
It is the thracian's name they chant.
Their new diety of pain.
Spartacus!
Spartacus!
Spartacus!
He is a god.
He is vengeance.
And mine
is lost. Forever.
Motion Comic
Spartacus
Upon the Blood of Vengeance
Arena este templul meu!
Blood my sacred wine!
Death my ambrosia!
The crowd chants my name.
Prayers to their deity of pain.
Arkadios!
Arkadios!
Arkadios!
It was not always so
Arkadios!
Let your brother up,
and tend to your chores.
Before your mother takes
that stick to both of our asses.
Da, tata.
It was a good life.
Until the romans came.
Father!
Father!
How long I layed there,
Nu stiu.
But when I awoke,
my life was over.
I was taken to a place,
far away from the lust hills of Athens.
a place, where the rain seldom came.
Capua!
I was sold with two others
to Solonius, the lanista,
a trainer of gladiators.
We were given sticks,
and told the winner will be fed,
and trained in the ways of death.
I've always been
good with sticks.
My training begins.
I learn quickly.
Years pass in a haze
of pain and blood.
Their pain, their blood.
And before each death blow,
I imagine his face!
The man, who took my life away.
The life of a gladiator.
Blood and battle.
And then, there are the parties.
the cena libera
the roman pigs called them.
The feast the night before the games,
the night before our deaths.
Throne by the rich and powerful,
seeking to gain the favor of the people.
Gladiators are paraded and displayed.
Wild animals to be feared and admired.
But the food is good,
the wine flows.
And occassionally there are joyful surprises.
Good citizens of Capua!
Revered guests!
Ancient friends!
A debt of gratitude for
partaking in this celebration
of the family name of Albinius.
Your attendance honors
the memory of my elders,
gone too soon from
the realm of the living
And the joy of a daughter,
yet so full of life.
Albinius! The man,
who took my life away.
He prattles of gifts to
the people of Capua.
Water carried from Rome,
to slay the thirst of the draught.
And blood to be
spilled in the arena.
Quintus Lentulus Batiatus!
Step forward, and present your gladiators.
Batiatus, my master's rival.
He offers two of his finests,
Barca, the beast of Carthage,
and Crixus, the undefeated gaul.
I payed them no mind,
my part is clear.
I will wait until my master
Solonius is called forth.
Gratitude to Batiatus!
Now to Marcus Decius
Solonius,
and his offerings!
In the honor of senator Albinius,
and the people of Capua.
I give you six
of my finest men!
Behold Arkadios!
Scourge of athens!
I will wait until the last
of his presented.
And when Albinius approaches
I shall have vengeance!
They will kill me for this.
I'll drag as many as I can
with me to the Underworld.
Solonius presents his final man.
I tense to strike.
Albinius stays his place.
More suprises
Gratitude to Solonius!
But water and games are
distant praise, for the city,
that has held the name
Albinius as its own.
More is deserved!
And the gods have seen fit to bestow it
in the form of my daughter's husband,
Legatus Claudius Glaber.
Newly returned from
the savage lands of Thrace!
Legatus Glaber.
With a shitpile of thracian dogs,
and soldiers, too many soldiers.
More gifts for
the people of Capua!
Six thracian jackals!
Deserters from the war against
the barbaric getae!
To be executed ad gladium
in tomorrow's games!
An execution.
My master offers to aid the task.
It would be an honor to
serve your purpose, legatus.
And calls upon his best man
to see it done.
Arkadios!
I obeidently except.
The games begin.
The morning is largely uneventful
One ??, the sign of surrender.
Two forefists intertwined
Neither of them fatal.
Only a single death.
I shall add to that number.
When the last thracian
prisoner falls beneath my sword,
Albinius will rise in acknowledgement
of my skill in slaughter.
I will have my revenge.
The call is sounded. The executions begin.
And with them, the
final moments of my life.
I make the most of them.
Each men's given a sword.
A chance at cheap death,
and empty hope.
One of the prisoners gives
me pause. It is belief.
The final prisoner steps
onto the sand.
More surprises!
The odds seem
out of favor.
This thracian caused
Rome a great disservice, father.
He must be
humiliated in example.
I had not expected this.
They are known to me at the
ludus, I called each of them friend.
If I kill Albinius now, the romans
will think all of us traitors.
All of us will die.
So be it!
I final join in the thracian's pain,
no satisfaction in his blood.
He's but an obstacle.
one that must fall.
The time has come.
The thracian will die,
Albinius will rise and oppose this.
And I should have agh
vengeance!
Agh!
I hear the roar of the crowd.
As if from a great distance.
It is the thracian's name they chant.
Their new diety of pain.
Spartacus!
Spartacus!
Spartacus!
He is a god.
He is vengeance.
And mine
is lost. Forever.
Motion Comic
Spartacus
Upon the Blood of Vengeance