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KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Ah, welcome back, Marcus.

It's good to see you again.

Thank you, Sir Bruno.
It's good to be back again.

How was your flight?

Fair. It was foggy out of Idlewild,
but otherwise, quite pleasant.

Good, let's have some wine.

Well, how did things go?
- Most encouraging.

Excellent reports
from all provinces.

I've got all the details with me.

We've elected the senator
for Singapore. An Englishman.

- Called?
- Sears.

Sears.

We will call him Spartacus,
Gladiator of Imperial Rome.

- Indeed, Excellency.
- And now, a toast to Spartacus.

Audentes fortuna juvat.
- Audentes fortuna juvat.

Well, now, what other news?

In the Caucasus,
the flies are warbling.

HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY
What's happening in Europe?

In Provence and around Madrid,
the peasants itch and go deaf.

Oh, some will die, Marcus,
some will die.

- The pigs are walking backwards.
- Splendid.

HE CHUCKLES
Admirable.

Here, Marcus.

Things are going well,
but this is only a beginning.

See?

Soon we shall serve them fear.

Simple, naked, fear.

HEAVY MACHINERY WHIRRING

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

MAN: Enter.

Ah, Penrose, hello.
Hold on a minute, would you?

Now, then, gentlemen,
don't you worry.

You leave it all to us, eh?

Insecticide, animal feed,
fertilisers, we've got the lot.

You sow it, we grow it.
You breed it, we feed it, eh?

HE CHUCKLES
PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Hello? Mrs who?

Mrs Gale? Oh, yes, wheel her in,
would you, Mary? Thank you.

Righty-o, then, gentlemen,
we'll be in touch, eh?

Oh, I know it sounds
pretty puzzling,

but our technical bods
could work wonders,

believe you me.

OK, Penrose,
will you take these gentlemen

over to the research laboratory?

Ah, good morning, Mrs Gale. Come in.

OK, gentlemen,
leave it all to us then.

How do you do, Mrs Gale?
- How do you do?

I hope I haven't caught you
at a bad time?

Oh, no, no, no. They were just off.
They're over from Ireland, you know.

There's been an infestation
of black-grass out there.

- Is it serious?
- Well, it could be.

It's not really my line of country,
you know. I'm public relations.

Still, I understand, there have been

a number of widely separated
outbreaks. It is very curious.

Oh, now, do forgive me, Mrs Gale.
Come and sit down.

Thank you.

I've got your letter here somewhere.

Ah, ah, yes.

You're from the Universal Health
and Famine Relief Organisation.

Yes, we've had
some disturbing reports

from various governments,

about the effect on agriculture
of some kinds of soil dressing.

As United Foods and Dressings
is one of the biggest

concerns of its kind, we thought
you might be able to help.

Well, given time,
our technical bods can come up

with an answer
for practically anything, you know.

Crop diseases,
animals pests, the lot.

It may not be as simple as that.

Oh, what do you mean?

Well, we've had some unprecedented
crop failures this year

and in southern Europe,

there have been
some serious instances

of soil erosion
appearing on fertile land.

I've seen nothing of this
in the papers.

It's not the kind of thing
we want to advertise at this stage.

It could cause a panic.

But in Asia, there have been reports
of Aujeszky.

- Of what?
- Pigs walking backwards,

or sitting
with their heads held high.

While I know this can result
from acute salt poisoning,

and the consequent derangement
of the animal's brain,

but there's been no evidence
of salt poisoning so far.

Well, that certainly sounds
like something

for our technical department.

If you'd care to pitch your tent
here for a day or two,

we'll certainly give you
all the help we can.

Right, well, I saw a hotel
on the high street.

I might try and get a room there.

The Bell? Oh, yes,
an excellent place.

Tell them you're from here,
won't you?

I'm sure they'll look after you.
- Right.

Then I'll make an appointment
for you

to meet our technical director,
Mr Appleton, and afterwards,

I'll show you
around the factory, eh?

- Thank you.
- Not a bit, Mrs Gale.

- BRUNO: New York?
- Lucius.

Two legions.
Arrives here on the tenth.

Yes, that's, er, 80 cohorts,
8,000 legionaries

under the command of 80 centurions.
Good, good.

Paris?

Antonius Verus. Two legions,
also gets here on the tenth.

Their conference
before the full Senate on the 15th.

Paris. 8,000 legionaries.
Thank you, Marcus, no.

You know my feelings
on that subject.

Did the Romans defile themselves
with tobacco?

I'm sorry, Excellency.
The, er, chains of habit.

Now, er, what about...

Is anything wrong?

How long would you give it, Marcus?

To be really successful,
to really clinch it, I'd say a year.

Another year? Perhaps longer. Hmm.

A big programme like this,
it takes time.

It's a terrific scheme.

It can't fail.
- Can't?

You saw that report
from Apollodorus.

The situation on the continent
is pretty advanced.

Soon the whole process
will be repeated here in Britain.

It all takes so long,
it may lose its impact.

I'm not a young man, Marcus.
I need action quickly.

Ah, Octavia.

My dear. Will you get us some wine?
- Of course.

Well, first,
I want you to meet Marcus.

My very good friend
and First Consul, Marcus. Octavia.

- How do you do, Octavia?
- How are you, Marcus?

Bruno has told me so much about you.

Bring three ciboria, my dear,
I'd like you to join us.

Octavia has been in Italy.

A good party member.
- And charming.

Yes, indeed, Marcus.

The future Lady Bruno Luker.
- I see.

And if all goes to plan, empress.

Ah, Octavia, I... I feel depressed.
I need company, gaiety.

It's a feast of the Roman Lupercal.

We shall have a party.
A little Bacchanalia, hmm?

You must invite some of
your young friends here again.

Of course.

Perhaps Marcus would care
to come along, too,

and, er, bring some of his friends?

I'd like to, but I'm speaking

at a big open-air meeting
this evening.

Drive out here again, afterwards.
You can stay the night.

Thanks, I'd be glad to.

In fact, with our plans,
as they are, it might be a good idea

if you took up permanent residence
at the villa, Marcus.

Yes, I think that might be
a very good idea.

Good. Ask Julia to prepare a room,
will you, Octavia?

And now, let's drink to our plans
and your return.

I'll give you a toast,
a Roman toast.

Audacity, danger, devotion.

Where did this cereal grass
come from?

A farm in Devon.

This itching and scratching
effort's broken out down there.

That's wheat.
- Really?

- JOHN: How is it?
- CATHERINE: Healthy.

Where do the Sussex people

buy their soil-dressing?
- Hemmings & Walsh.

They're the main suppliers
of the south and west.

Pass me that book, will you?
The fat one on the corner?

"Abnormality..."
HE CHUCKLES

"..in Plants and Cereals."

Here we are.

That's it, look under "ergot."

Ergot, ergot, ergot.
What are we looking for exactly?

Claviceps purpurea.

- Of course, how nice... ew!
- Oh, come on, let me.

It's a fungus.

Ah, here we are.

It infects the ears of grain,
and causes ergotism,

a poison which attacks

the autonomic nervous system
of the body.

What are the symptoms?

Intense itching all over the body,
accompanied by deafness.

It can sometimes be fatal.

Mm-hm. Oh, have a look at those.

Yorkshire, East Anglia, Scotland.
- By the way, Steed,

we've had a report
from the Ministry of Agriculture

that some regions
are running out of earthworms.

Oh, pity! I was planning
a fishing holiday this year.

Earthworms are essential
to agriculture.

I did know that.

They aerate the soil,
help the growth of plant roots,

increase soil fertility,
all sorts of things.

Busy little creatures.

So, can we rule out
that this abnormality

is not caused
by a change in routine?

I mean, the farmers
haven't got their milch

mixed up with their tilth,
sort of thing?

No, as far as we know,

the soil has been tended
and fertilised as usual.

Yet somehow, it's being poisoned.

You know, if this got out,
it could cause a panic.

That's probably just what they want.

You don't think it's a coincidence?

It isn't nature behind this.
It's man.

But why?

Well, to find out that,
you got to find out who.

- Hey, this is it.
- This is what?

This is ergotism.
This grain's infected.

Let's have a look.

CATHERINE: Dumphrey's. Where
do they buy their soil dressing?

United Foods and Dressings.

Our old chums. That reminds me.

I found this mark on a bag
at the farm where I got the samples.

Does that mean anything to you?
- Yes, it does.

Somehow it's familiar.

Not all the marks were like that.

It could be an ordinary code mark.
On the other hand,

it could be tied up
with this infected grain.

No, I don't think so.

I've seen this sign
somewhere before.

Poultry keeping
is a pretty dodgy game

at the best of times,
old chap, you know.

Lots of snags and what have you.

Yes, well, our-our technical people

are preparing a special note
on the new business.

Yes, we'll rush you a copy,
of course.

OK. OK, goodbye.

Hello, Mr Appleton, do sit down.
- Morning, Tommy, how's it going?

Oh, the press boys
have just been all about

that new outbreak
among broiler chicks.

I said we'd wise them up.

Well...
HE SIGHS

..we've, er, sorted out
the parasites.

The principle means of transmission
is by simple worms.

That'll knock
the poultry industry for six.

What next, I wonder?
- Exactly.

If this gets out,
people will be too scared

to eat fresh food altogether.

There'll be the most frantic rush
on tinned stuff.

Supplies of that won't last forever,
and what then?

I don't know.
It's a terrible business, Tommy,

and the public don't know
the half of it. If they did, well...

Of course, you know,
some people are blaming us, sir.

What do you mean?

Oh, not UFD specifically.

- Who, then?
- Modern farming methods generally.

Mainly chemical spraying and soil...
- Rubbish.

Well, after all,
it is a form of poisoning.

- What are you talking about?
- Oh, now, don't get me wrong.

I'm merely putting
the layman's point of view.

You know, one chap told me

that whole species of birds
have been wiped out

simply because they've absorbed
poison

from chemically sprayed fields.

What's bad for birds
is bad for humans, I suppose.

That seems to have been the message,
so, yes.

They want jam on both sides.

The housewife demands
cheap food as a...

..necessity,

and if the farmer is compelled
to supply that cheap food,

then he's got to use techniques
that are going to keep his crops up.

Well, yes, but when you hear
about hormones being used

in the growth of stock
and antibiotics...

Now, look here.
Whose side are you on?

As PRO I have to see both sides
of the picture.

I can assure you that the press
are getting justifiably worried.

Well, they needn't lose any sleep
over what comes out of UFD.

We know what we're doing.
- Yes, of course.

These present upsets
are due to some cause,

which at the moment is obscure,

but we shall nail it.
- Yes, sir.

By the way, I understand
that you want Mrs Gale

shown an overview of the laboratory.
- Oh, yes. Now, she's doing

extensive inquiry on behalf...

I don't want her in that laboratory.
There's a lot of valuable equipment

and I don't want any woman there.
- As you say, sir.

And on all technical questions,
you'll refer her to me.

DOOR SLAMS SHUT
I will.

CROWD CLAMOURING

Oh, you're a great comfort to me,
Octavia.

One day soon, you will be rewarded
for your patience and understanding.

Empress of the world.

Oh, excuse me.

Come in, Marcus. You're very clumsy.

Well? How was your meeting?

- Oh, it went very well.
- I know.

I've just seen it on the news.

Your organisation is getting lax.

I want these beatings to be forceful
and realistic,

but there must be some control.

Soon I shall come to the forefront
myself.

- You, sir?
- Certainly.

Caesar will not always
be a code name.

And I don't wish to be associated
with street brawls.

- No, of course not.
- Very good.

Now, I've got some good news.

Apollodorus has suggested a way
of bringing off our final coup.

- Marvellous.
- He's a brilliant man, Apollodorus,

he'd make an excellent
Second Consul.

What's his idea?

Marcus... in germ warfare
use would be made of bacteria

which excrete poisonous substances.

Now, the most deadly
of these poisons known to man

is Type A of the botulinus toxin,

ten ounces of which,
and this is a scientific fact,

would be enough
to kill everyone on earth.

In Roman times, in the Middle Ages,

Europe was devastated
by a terrible scourge.

People collapsed in agony
in the street and died.

Lovers were struck down
in each other's arms.

- Bubonic plague.
- Yes, and there was famine.

People roamed the streets,
desperately in search of food.

Hordes of children
swarmed the countryside

ready to commit any crime,
so long as they could eat.

Night and day,

streets heard the rumble
of the death carts.

We could recreate those conditions.

An effective way
of administering the toxin

has now been suggested.

At any moment, too, the antidote,

which my scientists
have been working at, will be ready.

A vaccine which will immunise
only those of us who are inoculated.

And think of it. Think of the power
that we would have.

The threat of a new Black Death,
to which only we have the answer.

We could hold
the entire world at ransom.

Huh?

Are you squeamish, Marcus?

It's a terrific idea.
I salute you, Excellency.

The world will be ours.
- Not ours, Marcus.

Mine.

MACHINERY WHIRRING

- Is everyone on strike?
- What?

Where is everyone?

Ah, this section of the factory
is fully automatic, old boy.

Just a handful of maintenance men.
- What's going on?

Well, grain and, er, alfalfa grass
and whatnot are being blown in

down through these pipes here,
you see?

Then round into the mincers,
and on through into the mixers,

and all that hoo-ha over there.

HE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY

Inspection towers, of course,
are here and here and here.

Make sure everything
is shunting along quite happily.

Everything is scrubbed clean,
very hygienic, of course.

Shall I lead the way?

- What part of the factory is this?
- Number three process department.

I'll take you to the director,
Mr Appleton,

has Mrs Gale
most of the detailed gen.

Oh! Hello, Sergeant,
aren't you on fire brigade?

- No, sir.
- Never mind.

I think I better be getting back
to town.

I'll leave Mrs Gale
in your capable hands.

Thank you very much
for all your help.

Not a bit, Mr Steed.
It's always a great pleasure

to help you Ministry of Ag chaps.
- Very good of you.

I'll tell you what.
Before you go, let's weave along

to the canteen for a quiet java, eh?

HE LAUGHS
Good.

- Fine.
- Now, Mrs Gale,

would you look after Mr Steed,
and take him on out.

I'll catch you up.
- Thank you, thank you.

Any sign of the code mark?
- No, not so far.

How are you getting on with Eastow?

I think I can stand him
a little longer.

Good, cos this place
will bear watching.

Things are warming up.

"We'll weave along to the canteen
for a quiet java."

Everything go all right last night,
Barnes?

- Yes, all as usual, sir.
- Ah, good fellow.

Er, excuse me, sir, but, er,

does Mr Appleton know
about Mrs Gale?

Of course, everything
is rubber-stamped and approved.

Why do you ask?

Well, you know how Mr Appleton is
about visitors.

Don't you worry, Sergeant,
I'm keeping a close eye on Mrs Gale.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello? Oh, yes?

Oh, no. He's in town, I'm afraid.
This is Octavia.

Hold on. Right, what is it?

United Nations?
Well, is that serious?

Yes. Yes, I see what you mean.

Yes, of course, I'll tell him.
Right.

Goodbye.

- Who was that?
- Apollodorus.

What do you want, Marcus?

I've drafted the report
for the Senate.

This may have to be included.

You shouldn't smoke.
- Oh, for heaven's sake!

- You know his view...
- I've had just about enough

of this Roman gimmick.
- There's such a thing

as party discipline.
You, as First Consul...

Be a little human, can't you?

You're as cold
as one of those blasted statues.

Did you have a good trip?
- I did.

There's been a call
from Apollodorus. I made a note.

He can't be here
for the pre-senate meeting.

- Is that all?
- No.

He says the United Nations

are rushing help
to the famine areas.

Thank you, Octavia.
As I say, there's no time to lose.

What's that?

This is a replica of the robe
worn by the Caesars.

Purple. The imperial purple.

What's it for?

For my coronation,
as imperial Caesar.

I want you
to take very great care of it.

- I'll have it put in your room.
- Thank you.

Now, Marcus.
I have some important news.

The vaccine, our antidote,
is ready for testing.

We must find a guinea pig,
a human guinea pig.

- But who?
- Oh, anyone, male or female.

Young or old, it doesn't matter.
So long as they're in good health.

Why not ask a party member
to volunteer?

Are our party members so devoted?

What would you say, Marcus?

What's there to be afraid of?

Just a little shivering at first,

then a high fever,
then the swelling,

the bubosa oedema of the lungs,
and then death.

But not, of course,
if the antidote works.

Are you a devoted party member,
Marcus?

I am, sir.

But I'm not a devoted guinea pig.

Leave it to me, I'll find someone.

When you've successfully
tested the antidote,

how do you propose to administer
the botulinus toxin, Excellency?

In the most obvious
and effective way possible, Marcus.

Through the public water supplies.

# Someday, my prince will come
Someday... #

Do your friends at UFD know
you've taken these photos?

No.

Have you got
into the laboratory yet?

Not yet, but it looks
a pretty straightforward setup.

Everything goes through
a rigid quality test,

before being processed.
Hey, not that one, the bottom one.

And once it's in those pipes,
no-one can touch it.

It comes out as cattle cake,
or poultry food.

- You certain?
- Mm. It's the same

with the soil dressings,
and the insecticides.

UFD is an international concern,
you know, a huge combine.

- With an invisible chairman. Ah!
- Yes, who is he?

Sir Bruno Luker.

He's an eccentric old gent.
His name isn't on the notehead,

but he runs the place.
He founded UFD.

He started way back on a side street

with a clean apron,
and a bottle of weed killer,

and wound up in Millionaire Row.

Scientist,
industrialist, ship owner.

CATHERINE: Here it comes...

JOHN: Then he retired
from his industrial concerns,

took up politics,

but then he went...
- Here, have a look at this.

That's it.

Where did you take that?
- Number four loading bay.

Do you know what it is yet?
- No, what is it?

It's a monogram.

I can see that, but who?

The Romans.

- Octavia.
- Let me go.

- I've got to talk to you.
- He'll find us.

Come in here.

- Marcus, I must go...
- No, I've got to talk to you.

We never get a minute alone.
He's always watching us.

- What do you want?
- You.

Oh, Marcus, no.

He'd kill you.
- Don't make me laugh.

We don't need him any more.
You know that, don't you?

He's becoming a megalomaniac.

The way he's going on,
we'll all end up in jail.

He's just caught up
in his own dreams.

Don't you see? Now is the time
to get rid of him. I must take over,

and plan the new empire,
before it's too late.

- And what about me?
- Leave Bruno and come with me.

You're a fool.

What makes you think

I'd leave him now,
and lose everything?

I made Bruno what he is.
He'd never let me go.

He needs me.
- But you don't need him.

I wouldn't be here
if I thought that.

Maybe I can make you
think differently.

Maybe.

Octavia?

Come in, Mr Steed.

This is the atrium,
the main living room.

- Charming. Charming place.
- Oh, you like it?

Superb.

Oh!

What delightful mosaics.

Pompeiian?
- Of course.

Ah-ha!
JOHN CHUCKLES

Oh, that splendid mosaic!

My goodness me!
You've even got a hypocaust.

The most efficient heating system.

Channels of hot air
running beneath the ground floors,

heated from a central furnace.
Wonderful engineers, the Romans.

I can almost feel it
running up my toga.

Oh, Octavia,
will you bring us some wine?

As you see, I have
quite a collection of antiquities,

and objets d'art myself,

but I'm always in the market
for more.

I hoped you might be.

I brought
this treasurely little figurine

from my client's collection.

It's from the Temple of Mars Ultor.

- Mars the Avenger.
- Exactly.

You've hit it on the head.

Also, this presumptuous little
Proto-Corinthian aryballos.

Oh!
- Proto-Corinthian?

But this is Greek, not Roman surely.

The spoils of war
from the Battle of Cumae.

Oh, how interesting.

If I may say so...
HE CHUCKLES

..there's quite a resemblance.

Tiberius Caesar.

He is rather me, isn't he?
- It's remarkable.

What splendid fellows they were.

What power they wielded.
- What power.

Supreme power
over the whole civilised race.

Well, we shall never see
their like again.

Perhaps just as well.

Oh, now, this is rather amusing.

That's very lovely.

Er, didn't you at one time
lecture on Roman art?

Didn't you throw your house open
to the public?

I did.

I wanted to show people
some of the old elegance,

some of the... some of the grandeur
that was Rome.

What are they doing?

See?

This is, er, from Pompeii,
of course.

It depicts an incident
in one of their Bacchanalia.

Oh, those Bacchanalia.
Such outrageous orgies.

They certainly knew how to relax.
JOHN CHUCKLES

Now, er, about these antiquities.

Oh, yes.

Well, there are the usual vases,
early plates,

you know, broaches, fibulae.
- Oh, excellent.

Your wine.
- Oh, thank you so much.

Audentes fortuna juvat.

I didn't quite hear.

Audentes fortuna juvat.

Oh, cheers.

I...
HE EXHALES

..I suppose you're a sort of
agent, Mr Steed.

- Sort of.
- And you collect your commission

from your client?
- Yes.

Perhaps you'd give me
his telephone number.

Yes, of course.

Rome, I suppose,
is your main interest

now you've given up
business and politics.

Business certainly,
one doesn't keep a dog,

and bark oneself.
JOHN CHUCKLES

And as for politics, well,
that was for amusement at best.

JOHN CHUCKLES
The telephone number, you were...

you were going to give it to me.
- Yes, indeed.

There we are. Thank you very much.

You've been most kind.
- Thank you.

I can see myself out.
Please, don't bother.

Oh, good morning.

- Who was that?
- You fool.

Showing yourself
just when I tell him

I have nothing to do with politics.

- Did I know? Who was he?
- His name is Steed. He was trying

to sell me Roman antiquities.
- Oh, well.

One can't be too careful
at this stage.

I'd like to have a chat
with his client.

Perhaps you'll get them
on the telephone for me.

Yes, sir.

Hello? What? Who's that?

Oh, I see, hold on a minute,
will you please?

Your call.
- Oh, thank you.

Hello, this is Sir Bruno Luker.
Who is that speaking, please?

What?

My apologies.
I've been given the wrong number.

So, one can't be too careful.

Mr Steed is an impostor.

His client turns out
to be the British Museum.

If he comes here again, Marcus,

we must deal with him.

His name's Gordon Dodds,
a fascist-type political thug.

Yes, he runs the World Empire Party,

but it's political chicken feed,
isn't it?

Yes, but with Sir Bruno's money
behind him,

and all this, things could change.
- Meaning?

Sir Bruno has dreams of power.
His industrial empire is not enough.

And if he teams up with Marcus,
he'll make those dreams come true.

- Who's Marcus?
- That's what Dodds calls himself.

They use Roman code names.

Now, Marcus is attending
a political meeting tonight.

He's addressing it.
I think I'll go along.

I shall be here.
I've got the key to the laboratory.

You're a good girl.
Now, comb the laboratory,

because something happens
to those fertilisers

after they pass the quality test.

- Oh, hello, you two.
- Hello.

I do hope we're not in your way.

Not a bit, not a bit. Do press on.

Yes, I quite see your point
about the connection,

between science and agriculture,
Mrs Gale.

Hello, Mr Appleton.
Oh, look, Eastow here.

I'm trying to prepare a hand-out
for the press.

I wonder if you could spare
a few moments?

Oh, good, I'll whip along
to your office straight away.

Right-o, goodbye.

Big shipment, old boy,
the famine drive.

High quality, Mr Steed.
Stock food, fertilisers, the lot.

Good show, jolly good show.
EASTOW CHUCKLES

Jolly good show.

This could be it. Increased food,
and fertilisers all over the world.

This could be the opportunity
Sir Bruno's waiting for.

If you're right, I think it's time
I threw myself to the lions.

As you will see, gentlemen,

we can easily recreate
those conditions.

The World Empire Party
plans a government

which will bring peace and stability
to this tormented world.

One government,
one empire and one leader.

As you well know,
amongst other things,

my company produces chemicals

for the purification
of water supplies

throughout the world.

When we are ready,
these chemicals will contain

the deadliest of poison
known to man.

Type A of the botulinus toxin.

By using these chemicals,
the public health departments

will finish our work for us.

Ten ounces is sufficient
to cause a universal plague.

- Plague, Caesar?
- Oh, don't worry, Lucius.

My laboratories have been working
day and night

to perfect an antidote
to this infection.

Within the next 48 hours,

this will be tested
on a human being.

The success of this test
will be the signal

for my master plan
to come into action.

- Hail, Caesar.
- Thank you, Marcus.

But we can leave all salutations
until after my coronation.

Now, I give you a toast.

One government, one empire...

..and one Caesar.

TRAY CLATTERS

Ah, Mrs Gale.

We thought it wouldn't be very long.

Hello?

Cassio, tell Caesar
we've got his guinea pig.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, security?

Look, Eastow here, did you give
Sergeant Barnes my message?

Oh, good, good. OK, thank you.

He's on his way over, Steed.
- Thanks.

I hope for her sake
that Mrs Gale had nothing to do

with the damage that I found
in the laboratory this morning.

Did she say anything to you
about not coming in?

EASTOW: On the contrary,
said she'd be here the usual time.

I do hope she's OK.

I hope you can come up
with some satisfactory explanation.

Now, I want you
to handle this for me.

I shall be away
for a couple of days...

KNOCK AT DOOR
..at the conference.

EASTOW: Come in.

- Good afternoon.
- Hello, Sergeant.

Mr Steed.
You, er, wanted to see me, sir?

Yes, Barnes, old chap, Mrs Gale
was working late last night.

What time did she leave?

Mrs Gale, er, let me see, er,

yes, she, er, gave the key
to this office to the police box

about, oh, nine thirty, just before
the late shift came on, sir.

The exact time is in the book.
- EASTOW: She left no message?

No, no, just asked me to call
a taxi to take her to her hotel.

Is there something wrong, sir?

Oh, no, no.
Let me know if you hear anything.

There's a good chap.
- Yes, sir.

- Just hang on a moment, Sergeant.
- Sir?

Everything is in the folder,
and I shall be back by the weekend.

- Can I contact you, sir?
- I don't know

the telephone number offhand,
but I'll ring in and I hope by then

that you'll have something
to report.

Ah.
- Sir.

Yes, sir.

- That's odd.
- What?

I was supposed to be dining
with Mrs Gale last night,

and I waited at her hotel.

If she did catch that taxi,

it must have taken her
somewhere else.

MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY

- There she is, Excellency.
- Oh, an admirable specimen.

A typical example
of healthy, English womanhood.

HE GRUNTS

The serum's all prepared, sir?

- Yes.
- Just what do you propose to do?

We want you to help us
in a small experiment.

To further the cause of humanity,
I suppose.

How did you guess?

- And if I refuse?
- I don't think you will.

An amusing thought, Marcus.
An offering for the Gods.

Yes, of course, during the festival.

I apologise for the bareness
of the room,

but you won't be here
very much longer anyway.

Come, Marcus.

MACHINERY WHIRRING

Hello, Sergeant.
Keeping up the good work?

- Hello, Mr Steed.
- What're you doing?

Poisoning the pig food,
infecting the insecticide?

What do you mean, sir?

The nasty stuff
is all in the sack, isn't it?

The one with the Roman monogram.
- Look, sir...

And what's cooking
with Mrs Gale, eh?

You told us a couple of fibs,
didn't you? That's naughty.

- All right, Mr Steed.
- Oh!

All right then.

Talk. The complete alfalfa,

or I'll drop you in the clockwork.

PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY

Hello there.
This is really some festival.

Where are the women?

They'll be here.
Octavia's got it all organised.

Did she happen to organise
these crazy ball gowns, too?

No, that's Bruno's idea.

When he's got rid of,

we'll toss this sort of nonsense
into the ashcan.

- You, erm, you sure we can fix it?
- Exactly as planned.

We'll keep the broad scheme,
we'll use all his ideas,

but we don't need Bruno,
or his eccentricities.

Uh-huh. And what about
Bruno's plague serum?

We need that, though.
That's our kingpin.

Apollodorus has got the know-how.

We'll test on that girl
when he gets here.

We'll humour Bruno a little longer.

Then tonight, he goes.
- Uh-huh.

Are you sure we can rely on Octavia?

- 100%.
- OK, OK.

- Is everything ready?
- Yes, of course.

At his coronation then,

as a libation to the Gods.

STICK CLANGS

WOMEN LAUGHING

Where else do you find
all the men of the palace?

PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY

My friends, you've come here
from the furthest corners

of the globe.

The serious business
of the Senate is over,

with one small exception.

So, let us relax. Enjoy yourselves.
Let the Bacchanalia begin.

You look very beautiful, my dear.
Enjoy yourself.

Of course.

Enjoying our festival?

It is swell, er, Caesar,
it's... it's quite a ball.

Well, wait until later,
after my coronation.

That's just as long as we will wait.

Yeah, well, I got work to do.

- Is the girl ready?
- I'll go down and see.

The imperial seat.

Ah, senators.

Apollodorus has arrived, Excellency.

Splendid.

What have you there, Marcus?

A humble gift, Caesar,
with our undying loyalty.

The imperial circlet. Mine.

- Yes.
- Thank you, Marcus.

Don't move there. Halt.
Just lift the old maulers there.

My old Etonian friend, Apollodorus.

If you care to lead the way,
old boy,

we've got somebody
I think you might like to meet.

STICK POUNDING

DOOR OPENS
Steed!

Yeah, with old Apollodorus, Eastow,
our matey PRO.

SHE LAUGHS

Well, this is the noblest Roman
of them all.

Is that the best weapon
you could find?

- Yes.
- What are you trying to do with it?

Loosen the cement under the bars.
You have a go, it's not so easy.

Whoops! Get a hold of your dress.

HE GRUNTS

Oh, no!

Apollodorus.
- Hail, Caesar.

Greetings, Consul.

Fetch my... my robe,
my purple robe, please,

for the coronation.

Everything's ready.
We must test the toxin right now.

An injection, intravenously.

No, no, she must drink it.
That's the whole point.

Send Lucius for the girl, Marcus.
Octavia, fetch me my robe.

Ooh.
HE CHUCKLES

Wine!

Oh, silly me.
HE SNIFFS

All right, take the girl.
I'll deal with Steed.

Where is he?

- He's gone.
- What?

Hey, give me that.

Take her upstairs.

I'll deal with Steed.

LID CLATTERS

HE GRUNTS

JOHN GRUNTS

And in a few short months,
those of you gathered here tonight

will be consuls,
tribunes, and senators

in a great new Roman empire.

ALL: Hooray!

And how has this been possible?
By audacity, by danger, by devotion.

And the genius of one man,
Sir Bruno Luker...

ALL APPLAUDING

..whom tonight... whom tonight
we elect supreme party chairman,

and crown imperial Caesar.

GUESTS CHEERING, APPLAUDING

MARCUS: Bruno Caesar,

the noblest Roman of them all.
Hail Caesar!

ALL: Hail Caesar! Hail Caesar!
Hail Caesar!

HE CHUCKLES

My friends, you are participants
in the birth of a new age.

An age modelled on the greatest era
in the history of man.

An era which saw new civilisations

spreading through
the barbaric countries of Europe.

Great armies,
not of marauding soldiers,

but civilised men,
who brought law and order,

justice, heart,
and a new standard of life

to the backward nations.

They even came to this fair island,

and infused a new spirit
of grandeur into the hearts

of thousands of men and women.

We will create that grandeur,
the grandeur that was Rome!

GUESTS CHEERING

BRUNO: I have promised you...

- Serum ready?
- Yes.

- Which one has the poison?
- That one.

BRUNO: I will tell you
the secret of our success.

My Second Consul, Apollodorus,

has been working
with a leading team of scientists.

And we believe
that we have found a serum.

A serum which will be used
as an inoculation

against the plague

that will soon spread
throughout the world.

Bring the woman forward.

Now we'll all drink a toast,
a libation to the Gods.

Which is mine?

A toast.

Pax, imperium et Res Secundae.

HE GRUNTS
Grab her!

BRUNO YELLS

Hello, Bruno, is this
what you call a Bacchanalia?

Get that man!

WOMEN SCREAMING

Bruno.

What now, Brutus?

The Ides of March are come.

Then fall, Caesar.
BRUNO GRUNTS IN PAIN

Come on, Bruno! Quick.

Anyone for tennis? Come on.

Ambition's debt is paid.

Alias remedia graviora sunt aliis.

Faber est quisque fortunne sune.

HE LAUGHS GLEEFULLY

You must be mad!

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