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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.
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