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Previously on Those
About to Die...

Not all the Judeans are comfortable
with the idea of their queen

spreading her legs
for your brother.

I believe your brother Domitian is
responsible for the grain delays.

And the food riots.

- Do you have proof?
- A navigator on one of the grain ships

is being escorted
here as we speak.

The moment is upon us.

We kill my brother.

Who among the
Praetorians can we buy?

Ten million sesterces in gold, two
days from now, here in this place.

Scorpus, I will face
him on the track,

and I will defeat him.

We need to speak.

Leave us.

Manilius demands 10
million sesterces.

Yes. After I'm emperor,
I can pay him that.

Or I'll kill him.

He wants it now, in advance.

It's impossible.

Without our winnings,
there is no way.

What's worse, Leto
met with Titus

and laid out, with surprising
accuracy, what I had done.

- Titus knows?
- Yes and no.

He doesn't know who to
believe, me or Leto.

- Ten million?
- Perhaps there is a way.

A bet.

We wager everything we
have on a round bet, today.

Scorpus to take the
lead on the seventh lap.

- I'll make sure it happens.
- Let's not grasp at straws.

That's all we have.

If we win, we'll have
enough to pay Manilius

and as many of the
Praetorian Guards as we need.

Yes, yes. Let's do it.

Brother,

you seem agitated.

No, just thoughtful.

As much as I thrill
at all of this,

in two days we open
our amphitheater,

and this place loses
something that's magic.

That's true enough.

But as you pointed out, it
also loosens the stranglehold

the Patricians
have over our city.

- Well put.
- It's your words.

I know.

Elia. Let's talk this through.

We're making a very
large round bet.

Spread it out to
the other boards,

but keep it quiet so
we don't drop our odds.

You said "we"? Does that
mean I have a piece of it?

Make this happen,
and you get a tenth.

Scorpus will take the
lead in the seventh.

I need to go and make sure
that's what will happen,

and get the last of the
jewelry and the deeds.

Betting everything
on one race is risky.

No other choice.

Life or death.

All or nothing.

It is Scorpus.

I need something from you.

Everyone wants
something from Scorpus.

I'm putting everything
I have on you today.

- Everything.
- Huh.

Of course, Scorpus
will win, but...

That's expected. The
odds won't be so good.

Vain fuck.

Where have you been?

The odds on you winning aren't
as good as they used to be.

- We're on a round bet.
- A round fix?

This close to the race? No.

No, it's impossible.

It's too hard to set up. Too many
drivers to bring in to make it look real.

I don't care!

I need you to take the
lead on the seventh.

Hold it and win.

What's my piece?

Your life.

Without this, Domitian's
dead, and so are we.

Got it?

Go to the other betting
taverns and bet it all.

Gold, the deeds to my
properties, everything.

Where do you hide the chits?

- Are you sure?
- Get them.

In Numidia, leopards drag
their prey up into trees.

Higher places are better
for hiding things of value.

Go.

I need help.

Rufus, come here.

Take these, and follow me.

Higher places are better
for hiding things of value.

- Xenon died.
- Yes, such a tragedy.

So I thought, "Why
not go with Gold?"

Good decision.

Otho, over there.

Fonsoa is in the first race?

Yes, he is.

Now do you see, little
brother? The appeal of this.

Come on.

You must feel what lured
Andria and I to this.,

Citizens of Rome,

I present to you the
first race of today!

Pillions! Ready!

Hiya!

Hiya!

Hey, Otho, would you like
some food? Are you hungry?

Move it! Run!

Open up. Elia, please.
Please open up.

Move over.

No! Fonsoa!

Fonsoa!

Otho, come.

Get the physician. Hurry.

The legs.

Don't give up. Please.

It'll be all right.

Please stay with me, please.

Elia.

Do you remember
when I broke my leg?

Of course. Foolish thing.

You carried me home.

Grandfather, he was gone.

You held me while
Andria set my leg.

You held me all night
long while I cried.

It must have hurt.

Not like this.

I'm sorry.

No!

No!

No.

Hey. Scorpus is dead.

Scorpus is dead!

I ordered Scorpus' internment
to be here at the spint.

I would have commissioned a
grand statue for him, but...

I'll be dead before
I can see it.

He was my friend.

I'll commission the statue.

You'll be dead, too.

We bet, and we lost.

Now, soon we die.

Perhaps not so soon.

We bet, we lost,

but I found our winnings.

And it's more than
enough to cover Manilius.

What?

How?

Does it matter?

No.

And now we have
Scorpus' share as well.

I suppose we do.

A much better view from here.

Who would have thought a couple of
paces would make such a difference?

A grand view standing here as your
partner and not just a client.

My, my.

We are ambitious, aren't we?

Yes, we are.

And you, not even a Patrician.

Don't be so sure about that.

If so, all the better for me
to have you as my servant.

Excuse me.

I have a goodbye to attend to.

Everybody out.

Shame you'll miss
all the fun now.

There won't be as much
of a laugh without you.

Speed across the River Styx to the
wine-soaked pleasures of Elysium...

you wonderful, drunken bastard.

Were it not for my rage, there
would be no grave to dig.

Blame the Fates.

Not yourself.

Salena, I had to come.

What a terrible tragedy.

Please, allow me to make amends.

Go to sleep.

I apologize for my touch.

Will you let me begin again?

Say what you must, then leave.

Without obligation, I ask that
you meet with my advocate.

He believes you have a strong case to
get back your shares in the Blue Faction.

Go on.

You have had three
children, I believe.

Only Otho lives.

The other two are very
young, when they...

Then the jus trium
liberorum applies.

When a woman has had three
children, she is free

from the guardianship
of her husband.

- Meaning?
- What is yours is yours.

Those shares were yours,
not your husband's.

He stole them from you,

and so the sale of them to
Consul Marsus was invalid.

This can't be proven.

It is already proven.

It needs only to
be argued in court.

An expensive, but
doable process.

How soon can we meet
with your advocate?

A fool's bet, and you lost.

I lost one,

and won another.

We bury the dead
and forge ahead.

Write these for me.

Both scrolls will be the same.

Can I trust you?

Yes and no.

This has nothing to
do with your children.

Good. Now write.

- Count it.
- All sorted?

Titus will die in his sleep.

- And Porto?
- He will die shortly after.

Along with those
Praetorians loyal to him.

I have people in Ostia monitoring
the arrival of the navigator.

Whatever you do, do it fast.

As part of the deal,

I've written out
dual confessions.

If either of us betray
the other, we both die.

And Domitian with us.

Two simple parchments, either
one enough to see us killed,

either one enough
to keep us alive.

Depending on who holds them.

It's done.

And now, for as
long as you live,

you have a sword
dangling over your head.

- Like that legendary Greek.
- Damocles?

Follow me.

We all live with a sword
dangling over our heads, Cala.

It's just that I know it.

Push here.

You're mad.

You're in this, too, now.

Then we are both mad.

Please, I beg you.

I have important
information for the emperor.

He will pay you more
than you can imagine

when he hears what
I have to say.

And what precisely do you
want to tell my brother?

Please, I beg you, my love.

Then why don't you beg for me?

By all the gods,

I regret what I've done, and I
will never, ever do it again.

I will never speak of it.

No.

You won't.

You already know too much.

I can't have you spilling
secrets to my brother.

No, please, don't. Don't!

- Stop.
- Down.

It's bad news.

Domitian is buying
Praetorian Guards.

He's part owner of
the Gold Faction.

That's where he's
getting all his money.

Tell me you have proof.

- Only what I've heard.
- Then who would know for certain?

Cala runs his books.

I believe her youngest daughter is in
the home of the Consul Marsus as a slave.

Yeah.

Up.

I'm here to see your mistress.

Your Highness.

We have the same enemy, Antonia.

And who might that be?

You know perfectly
well who it is.

You are summoned by Antonia
Cornelia, wife of the Consul Marsus.

Me?

For what?

The Lady Antonia
wishes to speak to you

about your daughter Jula,
who's a slave in her house.

Remember, not too quick.

Let the crowd wait for it
before you give it to them.

I think you may have
finally found your calling.

Blood sports, showman,

it suits you.

I spent long enough
sitting in the far seats

to know what the mob wants.

My ladies.

You wish to speak to
me about my daughter?

Is there a chance I
might buy her freedom?

You misunderstand.

- Mother! Let go! No!
- Leave her. Leave her.

Quiet.

Your daughter has been
spying on my husband and me.

Such an offense warrants death.

And I am within my
rights and power to do it

in any manner I choose.

You work for a man, Tenax.

You reside in his home.

This man is a client
of Flavius Domitianus,

the brother of the emperor.

I presume your daughter
was reporting to him,

through you.

Domitian and Tenax are responsible for
the arrest of my husband, Consul Marsus.

Did you know they
were planning a coup

against the Emperor Titus?

That's what I thought.

We need proof of their
planned betrayal.

Only with that will
you save your daughter.

Her silence speaks volumes.

If there is such proof,

how do I know you
will keep your word

and will not harm my daughter?

My family has been furnishing Rome
with consuls for over 300 years.

I am above lying.

But I understand
your lack of trust.

No, no, no, no,
don't, don't, please.

I can get you your proof.

But don't hurt her.

It is up to you now.

You have until midday.

If not, your daughter will die.

Now, go.

Listen,

people of the greatest
city on Earth,

let the games begin!

Brace yourself, brother.

You're about to win the
adoration of all of Rome.

I always imagined it like this.

So close you can see

everything.

- Ready the birds.
- Ready the birds.

- Ready the birds.
- The birds.

- Release them.
- Release them.

Release them.

You've outdone
yourself, brother.

This is something special.

Aura.

Aura, what is this?

- How can this be?
- Please forgive me.

- Forgive you for what?
- For everything.

I am the reason you
are here in this arena,

that Jula is a slave, that
our mother is in Rome.

I am the cause of everything.

- You were protecting Jula.
- And look at where that got us.

I have sold myself to the Ludus.

Do you think your death
will make it easier for us?

Perhaps not for you,

but for me.

Kwame.

- Come.
- Aura.

- Close the door.
- Your sister?

- And pull.
- Pull.

Pull!

Nica, my girl, listen carefully.

Senators.

Tenax, free us. You'll
profit beyond your dreams.

Consul.

This is madness. You
know he'll kill you, too.

We will all die!

Shut up!

Tenax.

Open the gates.

You can't do this.

Please!

Tenax!

Look at those Patrician
sons of bitches.

A long way from
the Aventine now?

Meet Sobek, the
Egyptian crocodile god

from the dark
waters of the Nile.

The demon of the hereafter.

Stay here. Wait for me.

- Have you brought it?
- Get my daughter.

Hand her over to me, then
you'll get your proof.

Go get her.

- Mother.
- Quiet.

Nica.

Proof.

Up. Up.

You're free.

Stop.

Is this Jula, slave girl of
the House of the Consul Marsus,

sister of the gladiator Kwame?

What's this about?

- Take her. She is now the property of Rome.
- No. No, no, stop.

Please. What is this about?

- Mother! Mother!
- Where are you taking her? Please!

Come on!

- Now.
- Now!

Now!

When Seth murdered
his brother Osiris,

Isis sent out the mighty Sobek
to take vengeance on Seth.

Will Sobek show mercy
on the traitors?

Or...

Will they take revenge?

Are we sure about this?

After all, he is a consul,
and they are senators.

All the more reason to reward
their betrayal publicly.

I suppose you're right.

Tenax, one of your men who's
been watching Ostia Harbor

tells me that fair winds have
brought a certain navigator

to Ostia earlier than expected.

He is to arrive this afternoon.

Come on!

Look out!

Wasn't that your boy?

Your taste in entertainment never
ceases to appall me, brother.

Make way. Make way
for the Lady Antonia.

You, stop. No women allowed.

Gate 22 for the upper deck.

I'm Antonia Civilius, the wife
of the Consul Marsus. Step aside.

- You step aside.
- Do not touch me!

Get out.

Now.

Go on. You, too.

I am Berenice, queen of the Judeans
and consort of the Emperor Titus.

I demand to speak to him.

What is it today?

- I am queen...
- There she is.

We won't get another
chance to kill this whore.

Now, don't lose her.

I have something of the utmost
importance to give to the Emperor Titus.

I demand to speak to him!

- Keep your voice down.
- Let go of me now,

or I'll report you
to the emperor.

He will hear of this.

You will be rewarded for giving it
to him or be punished if you don't.

Don't you understand?

Right, just give it to me.

Give me what you have and
I'll take it to him myself.

No. From my hand to his.

It's either that, or nothing.

Well, then it's nothing.

And you will die
for your insolence.

- Roman imbeciles!
- Barbarian whore!

Where's the upper
deck for women?

Fetch him something to drink.

I need to speak with His
Highness Domitian, it's urgent.

Get back.

Back.

Tenax needs to speak to you.

A moment, brother.

Yes, very well.

We're out of time.

The navigator arrives
in Ostia this afternoon.

So, it's over.

Titus wins and we die.

No.

Not if we move
our plans forward.

Kill him here and now.

What? Are you mad?

- What choice do we have?
- You cannot kill him

in front of all of Rome.

Get Titus out of his chair
and up into the anteroom.

I'll do the rest.

What about his guards?

Once he's dead, they
will look to you.

Their new emperor.

Take charge as quickly as you
can to stop them from killing me.

If this goes badly,
I knew nothing of it.

Of course. Go.

We need to speak.

Alone.

Very well.

Emperor.

Porto. Me and my
brother, we were just...

It is of the utmost importance.

Very well.

One moment, brother.

The grain fleet
navigator is in Ostia.

He has a ship's log proof.

Proof that your brother
delayed the grain shipments.

Bring him to me.

I think it's safer that
we go to Ostia ourselves.

Do you not trust your
men to bring him here?

I don't trust anyone
at the moment.

So it's come to that.
Prepare an escort.

Fresh horses for the
emperor and myself.

Full personal guard
mounted and ready.

I'm not leaving your side
until this is settled.

There's so few I can trust.

I'm grateful for you, Porto.

I shall guard you, my lord.

Go.

Go.

Brother, you were saying?

I was only worried
for your safety,

brother.

Revenge, for those aligned
with Consul Marsus.

But now your commander is here,

I'm sure you'll be safe.

Yes.

Titus! Titus!