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Thank you.

Well, turn back, Marcus.

It's good to see you again.

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

How was the flight?

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

Good.

That's such a wife.

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, Marcus.

Audentes fortuna uvat.

Audentes fortuna uvat.

Well, now, what other news?

In the Caucasus, the flies are warbling.

What's happening in Europe?

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

Marcus, some will die.

The pigs are walking backwards.

Splendid. Admirable.

Here, Marcus.

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

See?

Soon, we shall show them fear.

Simple, naked fear.

Gentlemen, don't you worry. You leave it
all to us, eh?

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

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

Excuse me.

Hello.

Mrs. Who?

Mrs. Gale.

Oh, yes, Wheeler M. Would you marry?

Thank you.

Right here, then, gentlemen. We'll be in
touch, eh? Oh, I know it sounds pretty

puzzling, but our technical bods can
work wonders, believe you me.

Okay, Penrose, will you take these
gentlemen over to the research

Ah, good morning, Mrs. Gale. Come in.

Okay, gentlemen, leave it all to us. How
do you do, Mrs. Gale? How do you do? I

hope I haven't brought you to bad times.
Oh, no, no, no, they were just off.

They're over from Ireland, you know.
There's been an infestation of black

out there.

Is it serious?

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 Organization.

Yes. We've had some disturbing reports
from various governments about the

on agriculture of some kind of soil
dressing.

As United Foods and Dressing is one of
the biggest concerns of its kind, we

thought you might be able to help. Ah,
well, given time, our technical boss can

come up with an answer for practically
anything, you know.

Crop diseases, animal 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 in

fertile land.

I've seen nothing of this in the papers.

Well, 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
all gents kicking.

Of what?

Pigs walking backwards or sitting with
their heads held high.

Well, 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

all the help we can.

Right, well, I saw a hotel in the high
street. I might try and get a room

The Bell?

Oh, yes, an excellent place. Tell him
you're from here, weren'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.

Lucius, two legions, arrives here on the
10th. Yes, sir.

Eighty cohorts, 8 ,000 legionaries under
the command of 80 centurions. Good,

good. Paris?

Antonius Verus, two legions, also gets
here on the 10th for a conference before

the full senate on the 15th. Verus, 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 chains of
habit.

Now, 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.

A big programme like this, it takes
time.

It's a terrific scheme. It can't fail.

Can't it?

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 won't take

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. But 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 Ficiboria, my dear.

I'd like her to join us.

Octavia has been in Italy.

A good party member.

And charming.

Yes, indeed, Marcus.

The future Lady Bruno Luca.

I see.

And if all goes to plan, Empress.

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

Guilty.

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 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

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 us drink to our plans and
your return. I'll give you a toast.

A Roman toast.

Audacity, danger, devotion.

Audacity, danger, devotion.

Where did this cereal grass come from?

A farm in Devon. It's itching and
scratching at what's broken out down

That's wheat.

Really?

How is it?

Healthy. Where do the Sussex people buy
their soil, Dreadful?

Hemmings and Walsh. They're the main
suppliers for the South and West.

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

Abnormality.

Implants and cereals.

There we are.

That's it. Look under ergot.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. What are we
looking for exactly?

Clavicleps purpurea.

Of course, surveys.

Ooh.

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 eating all over the body,
accompanied by deafness. It can

fatal.

Oh,

have a look at those.

Yorkshire, East Anglia, Scotland.

By the way, Steve, we've had a report
from the Ministry of Agriculture that

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.

Look, can we rule out that this
abnormality is not caused?

By a change in routine. I mean, the
farmers haven't got their milk mixed up

their till.

Now, as far as we know, this soil has
been tended and fertilized as usual. And

somehow it's been 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've got to
find out who.

Hey, this is it.

This is what?

This is ergotism. This grain's infected.

Let's have a look.

Dumfries, 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.

Well, poultry keeping's a pretty dodgy
game at the best of time, old chap, you

know. Lots of snags and what have you.

Yes, well, our technical people are
preparing a special note on the new

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

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

The principal means of transmission is
by sequel worms.

Oh, 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. It'll be the most frantic
rush on tin 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 you, F .D., specifically.

Modern farming methods generally were
mainly chemical spraying and soil...

after all, it's in a form of poison,
isn't it? What are you talking about?

Oh, now, don't get me wrong.

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

Do you know, one chap told me that whole
species of birds are being 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 be the message,

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,

got to use techniques that are going to
keep his costs up. Well, yes, but when

you hear about hormones being used and
the growth of stock and antibiotics...

Now, look here, sir.

Whose side are you on?

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

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

Well, they didn't lose any sleep over
what comes out of UFD. We know what

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 over the laboratory.

Oh, yes. Now, she's doing extensive
inquiry. I don't want her in that

laboratory. There's a lot of valuable
equipment and I don't want any woman

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

I will.

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 organization is getting lax.

I want these meetings 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.

And I've got some good news.

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

It's marvellous. It's a brilliant mind,
Apollodorus. You make an excellent

second consul. What's his idea?

Marcus, in germ warfare, use will be
made of bacteria which excrete poisonous

substances.

Now, the most deadly of these poison,
don't a 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

People collapsed in agony in the street
and died.

Lovers were struck down in each other's
arms. Euphoric 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 the 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 would be working out would

be ready.

A vaccine which will immunize 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.

Well?

Are you squeamish, Marcus?

It's a terrific idea.

I salute you, Excellency. The world will
be ours. Not ours, Marcus.

Mine.

on strike.

Where is everyone?

Ah, this section of the factory is fully
automatic, that's why. Just a handful

of men from the staff. What's going on?

Well, grain and alfalfa grass and
whatnot are being blown in down through

pipes here, you see?

Then down to the mincers and on through
into the mixers and all that hoo -ha

over there.

Mind how you go, Jim.

Inspection covers, of course, are here
and here and here to make sure

everything's shunning along quite
happily.

What part of the factory is this?

Number three processing part.

Our technical director, Mr. Appleton,
has given Mrs.

Gale the detail, Jim.

Oh, hello, Sergeant. Got you on fire
tickets?

Yes, sir. Never mind. I think I'd 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

pleasure to help you, Minister Agchaps.
Very good of you. Oh, I tell you what.

Before you go, let's weave along to the
canteen for a quiet job, eh?

Ah, good.

Fine. Ah, Mrs. Gale, would you look
after Mr. Steed and take him on? I'll

you up.

Good. Thank you. Thank you.

Any sign of the coat, ma 'am?

No, not so far. How are you getting on
with Easter?

I think I can stand him a little longer.
Look, as this place will bear watching,

things are warming up.

We weave along to the canteen for a
quiet job.

Everything go all right last night, Bob?

Yes, all as usual, sir. Ah, good then.

Excuse me, sir, but does Mr. Appleton
know about Mrs. Gale? Of course.

Everything is rubber -stamped, approved.

Why do you ask?

Well, I know how Mr. Appleton is about
visitors.

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

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.

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 views. I've had just

about enough of this Roman gimmick.
There's such a thing as party

You as first... Be a little human, can't
you?

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

Did you have a good trip?

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 good care of
that.

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

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

buboza and deema of the lungs, and then
death.

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

the botulinus toxin, Excellency?

In the most obvious and effective way
possible, Marcus.

Through the public water supplies.

Someday my prevalence will count.

Someday... Your friends at UFD know
you've taken these photos?

No.

Have you got them in the laboratory yet?
Not yet, but it looks a pretty

straightforward set -up. 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 till it comes out as cattle

cake or poultry food. You certain?

Mm. It's the same with the soil dressing
from the insecticides.

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

With an invisible chairman.

Ah. Yes, who is he?

Sir Bruno Luca.

He's an eccentric old gent.

His name isn't on the note head.

But he runs the place.

He founded UFD. He started way back in
the side street with a clean apron, a

bottle of weed killer.

And wound up in millionaire roles.

Scientist, industrialist, shipowner.

Here it comes.

Well, then he retired from his
industrial concerns, took up politics,

he went on to... Here, have a look at
this.

That's it.

Where did you take that?

Number 4, Loading Bay.

Do you know what it is yet?

No, not yet. 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.

Marcus. No.

He'd kill you.

Don't make me laugh.

We don't need him anymore. 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

new empire before it's too late.

What about me?

Leave Bruno and come with me.

You're a fool.

What made 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.

Oh, tell you what.

Come in, Mr. C.

This is the atrium.

The name, the name.

Charming. Charming. Oh, you like it?

Superb.

Oh.

What delightful mosaics.

Aren't they?

Of course.

Oh,

that splendid mosaic.

My goodness me, you've even got a
hypercourse. The most efficient heating

system.

Channels of hot air running beneath the
ground floors, heated from a central

furnace. Wonderful engineers, Romans. I
can almost feel it running up my toga.

Oh, J .B .O., will you bring some wine,
please?

As you see, I have quite a collection of
antiquities and objets myself, but I'm

always in the market for more.

I hoped you might be.

I brought this treasured little figurine
from my client's collection.

It's from the Temple of Mars Ultor.

Mars the Avenger.

Exactly.

You've hid it on the head.

Also, this presumptuous little... Proto
-Corinthian? How about it?

Oh!

Proto -Corinthian.

But this is Greek, not Roman, surely?

The spoils of war from the Battle of
Cumae.

Interesting. If I may say so.

It'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 civilized
races.

Oh, we shall never see their like again.
Perhaps just as well.

Oh, well. Now, this is rather amusing.

That's very lovely.

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 you some of the old
elegance, some of the grandeur that was

Rome.

What are they doing?

See?

This is from Pompeii, of course. It
depicts an incident in one of the

Bacchanalia. Oh, those Bacchanalia. Such
outrageous orgies.

They certainly knew how to relax.

Now, about these antiquities.

Oh, yes.

Well, the usual vases, early plates, you
know.

Brooches, fibulae. Oh, excellent.

Your wine.

I thank you very much.

Audentes fortuna uvet.

I didn't quite care.

Audentes fortuna uvet. Oh, cheers.

I... I suppose...

You're a sort of agent, Mr. Steed?

Sort of.

And you collect your commission from
your client, of course? Yes. Yes, of

course. You give me his telephone
number.

Yes, of course.

Rome, I suppose, is your main interest
now. You've given up business, politics.

Business, certainly. One doesn't keep a
dog and bark oneself.

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

The telephone number. You were going to
give it to me. Yes, indeed.

There we are.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

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

Oh, good morning.

Who was that? You fool.

Showing yourself just when I told you I
had nothing to do with politics.

Did I know? Who was he? His name was
Steed. He's trying to sell me Roman

antiquities. Oh, well.

I can't be too careful at this stage.

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

Perhaps you'll get that telephone
number.

Yes, sir.

Hello? What?

Who's that?

I see. Hold on a minute, will you
please?

Your call.

Oh, thank you.

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

What? My apologies.

I had to give him the wrong number.

Someone can't be too careful.

Mr. Steed is an imposter.

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.

He runs the World Empire Party.

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's not enough.

If he teams up with Marcus, it'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, come to the
laboratory.

Because something happens to those
fertilizers after they've passed the

test.

Ah, hello, you two. Hello. I do hope
we're not in your way. Not a bit, not a

bit. You press on.

Yes, I quite see your point about the
connection between science and

agriculture, Mrs. Gale.

Hello, Mr. Appleton. Ah, look, Easter
here.

I'm trying to prepare a handout for the
press. I wonder if you could spare a few

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

Right there. Goodbye.

Big shipment, our boy, the famine drive.
High quality fish seeds, stocked food,

fertilizers, the lot. Good show, jolly
good show.

Jolly good show.

This could be it.

Increased food and fertilizers 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

to this tormented world.

One government, one empire, and one
leader.

As you will 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

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 band to
come into action. Hail Caesar! Thank

you, Marcus, but you can leave all
salutations until after my coronation.

And now, I give you a test.

One government, one empire, and one
Caesar.

Mrs. Gayle.

We thought it wouldn't be very long.

Hello?

Casio.

Tell Caesar we've got his guinea pig.

Hello, security.

Look, Easter here. Did you give Sergeant
Barnes my message?

Oh, good, good. Okay, thank you.

He's on his way over, Steve. Thanks. I
hope for her sake that Mrs. Gayle had

nothing to do with the damage that I
found in the laboratory this morning. Is

she saying anything to you about not
coming in? On the contrary, she said

be here the usual time.

I do hope she's okay.

I hope you can come up with some
satisfactory explanation.

Now, I want you to handle this for me as
I'll be away for a couple of days at

the conference.

Come in.

Good afternoon. Hello, Sergeant.

Mr. Steed.

You wanted to see me, sir? Yes, Barnes.
Mrs.

Gale was working late last night. What
time did she leave?

Mrs. Gale?

Let me see.

Yes, she gave the key to this office to
the police box about 9 .30, just before

the late shift came on, sir.

The exact time's in the book. 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, no, no.

Let me know if you hear anything.
There's a good chap. Yes, but just hang

moment, Sergeant.

Everything's in the folder. Nice to 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.

Sir. Yes, sir.

That's odd.

What? I was supposed to be dining with
Mrs. Gale last night, and I waited at

hotel.

If she did catch that taxi, it must have
taken her somewhere else.

An admirable specimen.

A typical example of healthy English
womanhood.

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.

Hard to do, yes.

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 apologize for the bareness of the
room, but you won't be here very much

anyway.

Come, Marcus.

the insecticide.

What do you mean, sir? The nasty stuff
is all in the sack, isn't it? The one

with the Roman monogram.

Oh, now, 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. Stevens.

Oh!

It's some festival.

Where are the women?

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

Does she have to organize these crazy
ball gowns, too?

No, those are Bruno's idea.

When he's got rid of, we'll toss this
sort of nonsense into the ash can.

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

his eccentricities.

Uh -huh.

Hey, what about Bruno's plague serum?

We need that. Oh, that's our kingpin.

Apollodorus has got the know -how. We'll
test on that girl when he gets here.

We'll humor Bruno a little longer.

Then tonight, she goes.

Are you sure we can rely on Octavian?

One hundred percent.

Okay, okay.

Is everything ready?

Yes, of course.

At his coronation, then.

As a libation to the gods.

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 yourselves.

Of course.

Enjoying the festival?

Well, Caesar, it's quite a ball.

We'll wait until later, after my
coronation.

That's just as long as we will wait.

Yeah, well, I've got work to do.

Is the girl ready?

I'll go down and see.

Caesar, with our undying loyalty.

The imperial circuit.

Thank you, Marshal.

Don't move, old horse.

Just lift the old mauler, sir.

My old Etonian friend, Apollodorus.

If you care to lead the way, old boy,
we've got somebody I think you might

to meet.

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.

Well, don't you have your gas?

Fetch my robe.

My purple robe for the coronation.

Everything's ready.

We must test the toxin.

An injection.

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

Send losers to the Dalmarcus.

Oh, Taylor.

Fetch me my robe.

All right,

take your girl out of here with Steve.

Where is she?

Gone.

Hey, give me that.

Take her upstairs.

senators in a great new Roman Empire.

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

devotion, and the genius of one man, Sir
Bruno Luca.

Whom tonight we elect Supreme Party
Chairman and Crown...

in the birth of a new age.

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

An era which saw new civilizations
spreading through the barbaric countries

Europe.

Great armies, not of marauding soldiers,
but civilized men brought law and

order, justice, art, and a new standard
of life to the backward nations.

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.

I have promised you...

Which one has the poison?

I will tell you the secret of our
success.

My second consul, Apollodorus, has been
working with the 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.

drink a toast.

Libation to the gods.

Which is mine.

A toast.

Pax Imperium et res secundi.

Is this what you call a bacchanalia?

Get that man!

Bruno!

What now, Brutus?

The Ides of March are come.

Then fall, Caesar.

Come

on,

Bruno, quick.

Anyone for tennis? Come on.

Ambition's debt is paid.

Alias?

Remedia Segovia sunt alias.

Faba est crisque fortunae sui.

You must be mad.