Batiatus: Why are you here, in this place, under my hospitality? Do you know why?
Spartacus: Because I trusted in the honor of a Roman.
Batiatus: You are here because of my grandfather. He built this ludus. He believed that no man was without worth. That even the most vile among us could rise to honor and glory. He instilled these beliefs in my father, who in turn passed them on to me. I am a Lannister. Like my forefathers, a trainer of gladiators. I see things in men that they themselves have lost, small spark, an ember, I give it breath, tender, until it ignites in the arena.
Batiatus: What would you do to hold your wife again, to feel the warmth of her skin, to taste her lips, would you kill?
Spartacus: Whoever stood between us.
Batiatus: How many men? A hundred, A thousand?
Spartacus: I would kill them all.
Batiatus: Then do it in the arena. Fight for me, and the honor of my forefathers. Prove yourself, climb to the pinnacle, gain your freedom, and that of the woman you've lost.
Spartacus: I did not lose her. She was taken from me.
Batiatus: A man must accept his fate, or be destroyed by it.
Spartacus: Why would I place my fate in the hands of another Roman?
Batiatus: Because of what they hold. Your wife's? Pass the final test tonight with honor and servitude, call me Dominos, and I will help to reunite you. The choice is yours.
