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Your adopted son Iullus

has been intimate with Julia,

during and after
her marriage to Marcellus.

You threw us to the wolves.

They threw you back.

Marcellus!

Livia and Tycho--
they killed my son.

There's never been any proof

that Livia was involved!

And I wonder
just how hard you looked!

- What the fuck?
- Oh, yes, Agrippa!

I've seen the way
you look at Livia!

Whatever you think Livia did,

it's wrong to punish
my sister or Drusus.

- Will you be quiet?
- Yes.

Keep your mouth shut.

I sometimes wonder

if you understand
the risk we're running.

Of course I do.
But I don't care.

Someone very smart
was behind the famine,

behind the grain prefects.

He will have to be found...

quietly.

I think I'm pregnant.

Well, that's perfect!

Do exactly what I tell you,

and you'll get
everything you want.

You swore an oath

to restore the Republic
after Augustus dies.

If he ever sees you
as a threat,

you'll be dead.

You can't take Rome
without an army behind you,

and the biggest one
is on the German border.

Make me general
of the Rhine Army.

Send me to war.

And you?

It has to be a boy.

It will be.

Carmenta,
great goddess of childbirth,

it's me, Livia,
daughter of Marcus Livius.

Please accept this gift.

In return,
spare the life of Julia

and let her child be born safe.

But not another boy.

And if you send her a girl,

I will thank you
with a baby goat.

Yes, you're doing really well.

It should've been easier
the third time.

- That's it!
- Push, Julia.

Light more lamps, now! Go!

They call the child
out into the light.

- Right.
- You'll be fine.

That's what Metella thought,
and Lucia and Rufilla.

And they're all dead,
and so are their babies.

Turia!

I'm on official business
for the Temple of Vesta.

My husband is the First Citizen.

And don't we know it?

- Back up, now.
- You back up.

Not for you, Livia Drusilla.

You really
want to do this, huh?

- Turn around.
- You wouldn't dare.

Oh!

My person is sacrosanct!

Sue me.

Don't move. Ever.

Be here in one hour.

That's Germany.

This is the main pass
through the Alps

the tribes keep cutting off.

They wait in the trees there
and pour down on our transports.

They steal everything
and kill everyone.

So what's the plan?

Well, we'll send scouts
up into the woods

to reconnoiter and report back,

then we'll discuss our options,
formulate a battle plan.

Seriously?

Why? What did you have in mind?

I'd mass in the valley overnight,

then attack at dawn.

Clear the woods,

drive the tribes
back to their villages,

then burn them flat.

Sounds good to me.

Let's get breakfast.

Right,
you take his legs.

We're attacking at dawn.

What?

If you can't believe it,

imagine the enemy's surprise.

Yes. I feel sorry for them.

Who?

Everyone in a war.

It's such
a futile waste of life,

cloaked in lies
like "honor" and "glory,"

which simply hides its venality

from those who are
forced to endure it

for the benefit
of those who aren't.

- Is that the letter from Mother?
- Yes.

Julia's pregnancy's going well.

Everyone's doing
what they're told,

and everything's under control.

Don't know why she bothered
putting it in code.

Habit, I suppose.

Mm, I think
she craves the drama.

Mother's happy.
That's all that matters.

What's happened?

That German slave Drusus had,

- Gemina...
- Yeah?

What did you do with her?

She was sold
in the slave market at Sutrium

with fake ownership documents...

- Mm.
- As you asked.

Who bought her?

A fat man.

You didn't find out?

No. I followed them
to a whorehouse in the town

and assumed he was the owner.

So you didn't check?

Slaves get bought and sold.

If you'd wanted her watched
for the rest of her life,

you should've just said.

Shit.

I was careless.

She's back. In Rome.

- Are you sure?
- I just saw her!

With her own slaves, a litter,
and a fucking apartment!

She must have got in touch
with Drusus somehow.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Find out who owns the apartment.

If Gaius ever finds out...

Just give me the address.

Come on, big push.

Last push.

- Come on, Julia.
- Come on, that's it.

Yes, you did it!
You did it! You did it!

It's dead, isn't it?

It was a boy.

You're alive,
and that's what matters.

I wish we could go somewhere,

together,

away from Rome.

Or back to Germany.

We could inspect the troops.

I could show you
where I come from.

The snowy mountains.

I miss the mountains.

Do you want to go home?

My home is gone.

Everything's gone.

I can't stay long today.

My daughter's giving birth.

Gaius?

I'm also pregnant.

With your child!

And it's a boy.

I found a German priest here,

of my own tribe, to make sure.

If you give our gods
the right sacrifice,

they give you a boy in return.

Aren't you happy?

I will free you,

formally,

give you a dowry,
find you a husband.

Your son will be born a citizen.

Our son.

You'll move to
a small town somewhere.

- What?
- I grew up in one myself.

It's not so bad.

I have done everything
you asked of me.

I have been a prisoner

in this fucking place!

And now,

when I give you a son,

you send me away!
She never gave you a son!

Aah!

I am the daughter of a king.

You'll be taken care of.

- I'm sorry, Agrippa.
- No...

As long as you're all right.

Don't tell my father,
not yet.

Of course you can see her.
This way.

I couldn't help it.

Don't worry.

You'll be pregnant again
in no time.

Antonia, my daughter,
three births in four years.

You and Vipsania--
not pregnant once.

I need my family
to set an example.

She will.

Something's come up.

How long have you
been keeping her?

Nearly a year.

You're the guardian
of the public fucking morals.

You made yourself that.
What were you thinking?

Fucking a slave doesn't count.
Everyone knows that.

Everyone isn't telling
everyone else to get married

and have children
with their wives.

And everyone else
isn't married to Livia.

Seriously, what the fuck
were you thinking?!

- I just wanted her.
- So did Drusus.

All right, what do you need?

A decent husband.

Someone who won't
ask questions, and fast.

Maybe a family connection
of yours,

somewhere out of Rome.
I can't be involved.

Can we trust this woman
to keep her mouth shut?

- Because if this gets out...
- It won't get out!

Are you sure?

Because you didn't
get where you are, brother,

by being sentimental.

She is a threat
to your authority

and your marriage.

- Just find her a husband.
- Just tell me where to find her.

You're not killing my son.

He's not your fucking son!

He's the son of a slave,
and he always will be.

He can never inherit your name
or anything else.

He's still my blood.

Yeah, all right.

I'll find her a fucking husband.

Maybe you should get Livia
out of town for a bit,

while I clear this up!

Come on.

Did you tell him?

It's all gone wrong.

He just said he'd find me
some stupid husband,

somewhere out of Rome.

Yes, I was expecting that,
but don't worry.

Don't worry?

You're not from 'round here.
You have to understand our ways.

Divorcing Livia
would be difficult,

socially, politically.

But if she were dead,
of course...

Then he'd be free
to do what he wants,

because Gaius
always does what he wants.

Easy to say.

She has guards.

She lives in the palace,

and she doesn't
even know I exist.

You can leave
the arrangements to me.

"Dearest Livia,

tomorrow we push up
into the mountains,

and we're all very excited
to go to war."

"Well, Vipsania isn't,

and Tiberius
never says much,

but..."

Antonina sends her love.

I never liked her going.

Women shouldn't go to war.

Another subversive trend
we can lay at your door.

I wanted to make sure
you were all right.

You wanted to make sure I won.

You remember our dream?

Pack it all in,

open up a brothel in Pompeii.

Let's get out of Rome
for a while.

You hate getting out of Rome.

Just the two of us.

And the security detail.

And the grooms.

And the clerks.

And the dispatch riders.

I'd rather die.

Just a thought.

I'm sorry!

Time to set an example.

Leave us.

I know who brought
the girl back to Rome.

And it's not Drusus.

What I have to tell you...

will be very hard to hear.

Any loss of control
at this point...

it could be fatal.

Oh.

I remember he asked me

what was happening
with her and...

I didn't think anything else
of it at the time.

But he must have arranged

to buy her
from the market and...

Oh, he covered his tracks well.

There's something else.

She's friends with Scribonia.

Did you get my chair back?

Uh, I did.

Yes.

You did well, Tycho.

Thank you.

Idiot!

Hey.

Are we doing this now?

You got a meeting?

Domitius!

How are you?
I need a small favor.

Uh, Domitius.

I want to take your wife away
to the sea for a few days.

You don't mind, do you?

Please...

No,
you should definitely go.

I can't stand the heat.

I have a place
by the sea myself.

I'd be there already but...

Business is just insane
at the moment.

Do I know you?

I'm Vilbia.

And I'm the daughter
of Augustus,

so keep your fucking
travel advice to yourself, hmm?

Stay as long as you like.

What do you need, Vilbia?

An audience with your aunt
by marriage, Livia Drusilla.

- And what do you want with her?
- That's my business.

It's mine if you want
an introduction.

You weren't so fastidious

when you came to ours
asking for our blocks of votes

in the Consular
election this year.

The guilds we control.

The city districts.

You're not the only candidate
with slush money.

All right, look...

I can do it.

But you're better off
going in through someone

Livia really loves.

Gnaeus Calpurnius Piso.

Who's that?

Oh, Vilbia.

I'm running for consul this year
and he has votes to sell.

Oh. Expensive,
running for consul.

In my family
it's the bare fucking minimum.

You have no idea.

Livia!

Oh...

I just want to kill her.

Your husband's
been seeing a slave.

Most husbands do.

At least he was discreet.

I know men who do it at home
in front of their wives.

She's a slave. She's nothing.

She's no threat
to your position.

And anyway, you always said

that Gaius isn't interested
in other women.

All he cares about is power.

Right.

So what's changed, hmm?

What's changed?

I mean, it's not the girl.

It's...

It's betrayal,
the whole secret life.

What do you think, this is...
payback for Marcellus?

And I didn't see it.

Which means I don't know him,

and I have to know him.

My whole life depends on it.

And mine.

So, now I know.

My marriage is broken,

but I don't know how to fix it.

And I still want to kill her.

Well, you can't.

The woman belongs to Gaius now,
not Drusus.

She can't be touched.
She can't be killed.

You know, that would be fatal.

I know.

So, you're gonna go home

and smile, and remember,

we're putting your sons
on the throne of Rome.

Warm water!
Cloths, now!

Get him down, get him down!

Give me the water!

Warm water!

Antonina, let the slaves
clean him up.

Antonina,
let the slaves clean him up!

Well, where were you anyway?

With me, always.

God!

You should have seen it!
It was the most glorious thing.

Our standard bearer
isolated in the smoke,

Drusus cut through to him,
leading his men,

surrounded by
ferocious tribesmen,

and one by one
the men around him died.

He killed their king
in single combat,

saved the eagle with his life!

What on earth for?

It's a dirty, little war

against dirty, little people.

There's no glory here,

or Stepfather
wouldn't have sent us.

Certainly not worth dying for.

Listen, uh...

No offense, but...

What's wrong with your wife?

Tiberius.

Get off me!

Tiberius...

Bad Tiberius
lives inside Tiberius.

He always has done.

Mostly, he sleeps but...

sometimes,

he wakes up and then
he does bad things and...

leaves Tiberius
to take the blame.

Wakes him up?

Mother.

He always goes
before I can ask.

Livia will come
to your apartment later today.

- How do you know?
- Because I know her.

Send your slaves off.

We don't want witnesses
they can torture.

I'll say I was there
and I'll tell him what happened.

Be ready.

While you're carrying his child,

you're safe.

Nothing can happen to you.
He won't allow it.

Gaius is a god in Rome.
He makes his own rules.

She could never give him a son,
and you just did.

You can give him
one after another,

and that's what he wants
more than anything in the world.

Sons for Rome.

You give him that,

he is yours.

And if he is yours,

Rome is yours.

The only thing left in your way
is a bitter, old woman.

Are you all right now?

Look, this problem
will resolve itself, trust me.

- You just have to give it time.
- I know.

In the meantime, there's nothing
you can do, really.

Yes, all right.

You just have to
let it play out.

I... I get it.

Right.

We're finally fucking free.

No men, no Rome, no babies.

I wish
we could stay here forever.

I wish my husband were dead.

I know, but I don't know why.

No. Nobody does.
And Mother adores him.

And Marcella,
and she hates everyone.

He's the coldest thing
I've ever touched.

And now he hates me

because I can't get pregnant.

My... my father
chose him specially.

His family's important.

- You'll never get a divorce.
- I know.

- But...
- But what?

Well, he might die.

People do. Marcellus did.

Antonia,
what the fuck are you saying?

Oh, look, here's Iullus.

Your sister
can't give me children.

Divorce her.

She's the niece of Augustus.
I can't.

You've never got me pregnant.

And even Iullus
managed that once.

You clean yourself afterwards
with lemon juice.

I'm just saying.

Not that I'm complaining.

I haven't slept
with Iullus in years.

I'd have a hard time
explaining a baby.

That happened to my mother.

She had to take her own life.

This came for you earlier.

So what are we doing
about the girl?

This is from her.

I am summoned.

But why now?
I mean, does she know I know?

"Important developments...
Things you need to know."

No. It's impossible.

- Look, don't go.
- Oh, I'm going.

- It's a mistake.
- But not mine.

Yes, everything's set.

One moment.

All right,
I've found her a husband.

Small estate up the Tiber,
lost his wife last year.

He'll take
some of my land nearby

for the dowry.

I have to free her first,

and I need you
to be the witness.

The sooner the better.

Well... That was easy.

It's just you and me.

I did all the decoration myself.

I had plenty of time
on my hands...

when I wasn't fucking
your husband.

I was a child,

stolen from my family, raped,

brought to your country
as a slave.

Do you know what happens
to you then?

Do you care?

And then I found Drusus,
and I loved him,

and he loved me,
and he freed me.

And then you came,
and you sold me off like a dog.

Hmm.

But now I am pregnant

with your husband's son.

So it is time for you
to move aside...

permanently.

No!

She wants
to kill her husband.

- Antonia?
- Yes, Antonia.

The only kind
and truly decent person

in this whole stinking family.

We got to her in the end.

Any particular reason?

She won't tell me everything,
but he scares her.

And, of course,
she can't divorce him.

She's trapped,
just like I was with Marcellus.

If you think about it,

Domitius is your direct rival

for any kind of power
after my father dies.

And we've learned
we can't rely on Livia.

Your father
wouldn't have hesitated.

Mine never did.

All right?

Gemina?

Gaius.

Brother.

Oh, don't look at me, brother.

You said no,
and that was the end of it.

Get this place
cleaned up, brother.

And find out who did this.

Whatever it takes.

Oh, fuck.

Hey.

Where am I?

My house in Rome.

You didn't come out,
so I went in.

It's a deep wound, but clean.

Antigone would be happy.

- Tycho...
- What?

My bracelet...

He needs to speak with you.

You all right?

Thank you.

She tried to kill me.

Well, people keep making
that mistake.

Gaius asked me
to find out who did it

and bring him their head,

and I always do what he asks...

without exception.

Ever.

- I have never betrayed him.
- I know.

But I have always loved you.

I know that, too.

So... My son.

I want Gaius to adopt him,
formally, to secure his future.

And I know I need your support
for something like that.

That's the price
of your silence?

Well, I wouldn't have put it
quite so boldly.

I would have done that
for nothing.

Tycho.

- Tycho!
- What?

My marriage is broken,

and I didn't know how to fix it,
but now I do.

I have to tell Gaius everything.

And I need your permission

because your life
might depend on it, too.

Are you sure about this?

It's a risk.

But the one thing Gaius hates
is weakness,

and I've been weak too long.

All right.

Get a message to Gaius now,
and then...

you need to leave Rome,

just in case.

Go to Egypt, Alexandria.

It's time we found out
who was behind the famine.

Then the conspiracy
would have started there.

Hey... Be careful.

Look after my daughter.

Always.

Oh!

Don't forget me.

Okay?

Does it hurt?

Oh, how it hurts.

You betrayed me, my love.

And you almost got me killed.

So, now maybe we're even.

I'm sorry
about Marcellus, Gaius.

I really am.

And I'm sorry
it came back on you.

I had no choice.

You could have come to me.

And said what?

"Don't get sick. Don't get old.

Live forever so you can save me
from Marcellus and his friends."

Even you weren't safe from them.

- Octavia.
- I know.

That is my burden. I bear it.

So where do we go from here?

Where we were always going...

to make you a god.

And what about you?
Do you want to be a goddess?

Well, you know,
if the offer comes in,

obviously I will consider it.

You should rest.

Ha!

I should have been a gladiator!

A noble
and straightforward occupation.

No fucking politics.

Everyone's always
trying to kill you.

Ah, but at least you know that.

Livia killed the girl.

She told me.

And Marcellus.

She admitted it?

Well, she did
what was necessary, brother.

She always does.
What you should have done.

I never cared
that she killed Marcellus.

I care that she got caught.

I need you to do
something for me.

Don't do it.

Whatever it is, don't do it.

Divorce?

Exile.

Unofficial,

and it's to stay between
the three of us.

How long?

I'll take care of the boys
until you get back.

We still have
our deal though, right?

Fuck off.

Is that from Mother?

It's from Piso.

It's Mother. She's fallen.

She's been exiled.

Exiled? For what?

He doesn't say.

Well, that's it then.
It's all over.

What is?

Nothing.

Everything.

She's not dead.

She might as well be.

Can you imagine Mother

stuck out
on one of those islands?

We'll be quietly recalled...

and then forgotten,
if we're lucky.

Without the marriage connection,

we're meaningless to him.

Nobody will ever hear
of Drusus or Tiberius.

We'll never
avenge our grandfather.

We'll never
restore the Republic.

We'll be all right.

As long as Agrippa's alive.

After that...

Anybody's guess.