All language subtitles for QUO VADIS (2001) Full HD

A Chronos Film Production

Long live the Emperor!

Long live the Emperor!

Long live the Emperor!

A film by
Jerzy Kawalerowicz

In association with Polish Television

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Screenplay by Jerzy Kawalerowicz

Based on the novel by Henryk
Sienkiewicz "Quo Vadis"

Starring Pavel Delag as Marcus Vinicius

Magdalena Melzazh as Lygia

Boguslav Linda as Petronius

Michal Bajor as Nero

Jerzy Trela as Chilo the Greek

Frantisek Pečka as Apostle Peter

Krzysztof Majchszak as Tigellinus

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Costumes

Sound

Editing
Cezary Grzesiuk

Set Designer
Joanna Pezinska

Assistant Director (2nd unit)
Marc Atgé

Production Manager
Pawel Barenski

Executive Producers too:
Jerzy Kajetan Frykowski, Dorota Wolnicka-Szczesniak

Music Composer
Jan Kaczmarek

Production design Janusz Sosnowski

Cinematography
Andrzej Jaroszewicz

Producer
Miroslav Slowinski

Stage director Jerzy Kawalerowicz

Marcus Vinicius,
your sister's son, sir,

has returned from Asia Minor
and is here to visit you.

Let him come in.

Greetings, Petronius!

May the Gods grant you good luck,

especially Asclepius and Cypris.

Welcome to Rome.

As for Cyprida, I
received so much

patronage from her
that it is enough for me.

What is heard in Armenia,
how is your war there?

Nobody needs this
war; if it weren’t for

Corbulo, we could
have been defeated.

Corbulo is the true God of
War, righteous and foolish.

I love him, if only because
Nero is afraid of him.

Corbulo is not stupid.

Maybe you are right.
Stupidity is no worse

than wisdom and
is no different from it.

This is the best thing in life.

You love war, I don't.

Some people love their
own singing and poetry.

Tell me, do you, by any
chance, write poetry?

- No!
- And you don’t play the lute or sing?

- No!
- Then I am completely calm for you.

Now, you see, it is
commendable to write poetry.

And it’s even better not to
write poetry, not to play or sing.

It's best to be able to admire
when Copperbeard does it.

Greetings.

Greetings!

One thing that threatens you is
that Poppea will fall in love with you.

I actually came
to you for advice.

Have you been hit by Cupid's arrow?

Imagine, approaching the
city, I twisted my leg, falling from

my horse, and spent several
days in the house of Aulus Plautius,

who was just passing
me at that moment.

If you fell in love
with Plautius's

wife, I feel sorry for you.

No, not Pomponia, her name is Lygia,

but she also has her own
barbaric name - Callina.

One day at dawn I saw
her naked, washing herself

by the fountain in the
garden, and I swear to you,

that the rays of dawn
pierced her body right through.

It turns out that she is
transparent, like a small sardine?

Do not kidding ME. I'm madly in love.

I don’t know what peace
is, I don’t want any women, I

don’t want gold, I don’t
want feasts. I want Lygia!

I don’t know, are you a goddess or a mortal maiden?

If you are one of
mortals, then unspeakably

blessed are your
father and mother,

and blessed are your brothers.

Your family is famous.
I see you are reasonable!

I did not expect to hear Homeric

verses from the lips
of such a young girl.

The Greek teacher teaches our boy,

and Lygia listens to the lessons.

They say that happiness consists

in desiring what
the Gods desire.

But I... I, however,
think that there is

another, greater and
more valuable happiness,

that only love can give.

The Gods themselves are looking for this happiness, here I am,

Lygia,

I still haven’t found
love, I’m also looking

for the one that would
give me happiness.

Do you have any idea
why I'm telling you this?

No.

How different your world is
from the world ruled by our Nero!

The world is ruled not by Nero, but by God.

So you believe in the Gods, Pomponia?

I believe in one God,
just and almighty.

She believes in one
God, just and omnipotent.

I don’t believe
it, but I agree that

every woman has
three or four souls.

And not a single one has a rational soul.

However, I have to
commend your choice, Mark.

Do you know what she reminded me of? Spring.

I wanted her badly, but
now I want her even more.

Actually, I would like to
kill Aulus and Pomponia,

and steal it and take it to your home.

I won't sleep tonight.

I will order one of my slaves to be
punished and I will listen to his cries.

You have whims worthy of a carpenter.

Greetings, leader.

I brought you orders and
greetings from the Emperor.

I thank the Emperor for his
greetings, and I will carry out the order.

Hello, Hasta.

Aulus Plautius, in your house
lives the daughter of the king of

the Lygians, whom this king gave
over to the power of the Romans.

as a guarantee that the Lygians would
never violate the borders of the empire.

The Divine Nero commands
you to deliver her into my hands.

Lygia,

Pomponia and I both
love you like a daughter,

but you are a hostage, and your
guardianship is entrusted to the Emperor.

What will happen to her?

The worst could happen to her.

Did someone really tell
the Emperor about her?

Doesn't he understand
what he's dooming her to?

Petronius?

May the day they entered
our house be cursed.

Farewell, our joy.

I'll go to Seneca

maybe he will intercede for you with Nero.

Madam!

Let me go with my mistress
and guard her in Nero's palace.

The iron in my hands
crumbles like wood.

Where is Lygia? Speak!

What did you do to her?

I'm only a slob in the mornings

and in the evening my
former strength returns to me.

Apparently you were taught gymnastics by a weaver,

and manners - a blacksmith.

You have an iron hand, but I
swear by all the Gods of hell,

if you betrayed me, I will
put a knife in your throat.

Speak! Where is Lygia?

I made two requests to the
Emperor, which he promised to fulfill:

extract Lygia from the house
of Aulus and give her to you.

Don't you have a knife
somewhere in your bosom?

Otherwise you'll be in jail

and Lygia at this time
is bored in your house.

Sorry, but I thought
you decided to

kidnap her for yourself
or for the Emperor.

Tigellinus serves as
the Emperor's pimp.

And I, if I wanted to
take it for myself, then

now, looking into your
eyes, I would say so.

So why didn’t you immediately
order her to be taken to my house?

Because the Emperor wants
to keep up appearances.

We took Lygia as a hostage,
and people will talk about it.

And as long as
there is talk, she

will remain in the
Emperor’s palace.

Then we’ll send her to you quietly,
and that’ll be the end of the matter.

Pomponia writes to ask
me to take care of you.

I will take care of you, but,
Lygia, do not irritate the Emperor!

I must now prepare
you for the feast.

This is his desire.

You are very kind, Acta.

I'm not angry

although my happiness has passed,

and the joy passed away.

The Emperor was
once not so evil either.

It was others who made him this way.

Poppea.

Do you still love him, Akta?

Nobody loves him except me.

You will see him at the feast,

and you must be at the feast.

There you will find the opportunity
to ask Petronius and Vinicius

to obtain for you the right to
return to the house of Aulus.

You are a hundred times more beautiful than Poppea, Lygia.

Your Lygian land
must be wonderful,

where are such girls born?

I don't remember him anymore.

Urs only told me that

we have a forest region.

Here are our places.

Greetings.

Greetings, divine one!

Greetings, Mark.

Happy are my eyes
that can see you.

Long live the Emperor!

I love you, Lygia.

- Let me in!
- My Divine.

Love me!

The Emperor is looking at you.

Petronius,

Is this the hostage with
whom Vinicius is in love?

Yes she.

Does Vinicius think she's beautiful?

On your face, O incomparable
expert, I already read her verdict!

Yes, she's too skinny!

And although, when she sits,
it is difficult to judge the entire

figure, you have already said to
yourself: “Too narrow in the hips.”

Too narrow in the hips.

Poppea!

Hail divine Augusta!

Hail divine Augusta!

Emperor!

Before the guests get too drunk,
decorate the feast with your singing.

God knows what all these
performances cost me.

However, since Apollo
gave me some kind of voice,

then it is a sin to neglect the gifts of God.

But today I'm really hoarse.

Sing, Emperor!
Sing! Don't be cruel!

We ask you to sing.

I will sing to you, the only one,

Composing a song in agony.

I'm miserable without you

Lilies in mourning

Half and half water and bitterness,

Wine turns into vinegar.

Come back and give back the lilies their whiteness,

Let the water return its taste,

And wine is the sweetness of nectar.

If we talk about music,
then Orpheus at that

moment should have
turned yellow with envy,

like Lucan present here.

As for the poems,

then I regret that
they are too good for

me to find words of
praise worthy of them.

I saw you naked at the fountain.

You thought no one was
looking at you, but I did.

And I still see
you like this, even

though these
clothes hide you now.

Take off your clothes!

How Crispinilla throw it off!
Reset!

Drop it! Reset!

Lygia!

Give me your lips!

Leave me alone! Leave it! Leave it!

The Emperor took you
from Aulus to give you to me.

- Understand?
- Akta, Akta.

Tomorrow, when it gets dark, I will send
for you, I don’t want to wait any longer.

I can not wait any more.
You must be mine!

I want to possess you! Do you hear?

Today, here, now, this minute!
Give me your lips! Give me your lips!

No no. No.

Give me your lips!

Lygia!

Lygia!

Lygia!

If he loves you, let
him give you to Aulus

and take you from
their house as his wife.

I do not want it so. I want to go to the Lygians.

What kind of slave is this?

She is not a slave,
oh divine Augusta!

This is a pupil of Pomponia
Graecina, the daughter of the

king of the Lygians, who was
given to Rome as a pledge.

And she came to visit you.

No, Augusta, she has been
living in the palace since yesterday.

- By whose orders?
- By order of the Emperor.

Why do you want to live
here and not with Pomponia?

I do not wish, madam,
it is the Emperor who

promised to give me
to Vinicius as a slave.

So the Emperor took you to
Aulus to give you to Vinicius?

Yes Milady.

Intercede for me and
return me to Pomponia.

I promise that today you will

become the slave of Vinicius.

Yesterday you were drunk.
You treated her like a stonemason.

Don't be too pushy.

Swear that you
will return her to

Pomponia, and it
will depend on you

so that the next day she would
want to stay rather than return.

I have been doing the same
to Chrysothemis every night

for five years and cannot
complain about her severity.

They should already be there. Must be.

He won’t be able to stand it, he’ll
run out to meet them and miss them.

He's like Judas.

Stop being so nervous,
you'll get used to it.

Greetings madam.

My master has sent a stretcher for you.

I'll go.

Urs! Urs! It's you?

- Mister! We defended ourselves!
-Where is Lygia?

- Blood, sir!
-Where is Lygia?

Have mercy! Dont kill!
Dont kill! Have mercy!

Flog everyone with rods.
One hundred strokes of rods.

Let's go, Chrysothemis.

Acta, if you don't want to
cause misfortune, tell the truth.

Did the Emperor kidnap her?

I swear by my mother’s
shadow, she is not in the

palace, and it was not the
Emperor who kidnapped her.

Yesterday little Augusta fell ill,
and Nero does not leave her cradle.

So it was Aulus who kidnapped her?

What Lygia herself wanted happened.

You knew she wanted to run away!

I knew she didn't want to
become your concubine.

Who have you been all your life? A?

Before that I was a slave.

The Emperor gave me Lygia.

I'm not interested in
knowing who she was before.

She will be my concubine.

I will order her to be whipped,

and when I get tired, I will
give it to the last of my slaves.

Yesterday we met Poppea,

little Augusta was carried by a black woman.

In the evening the child fell ill.

A black woman claims
that she was jinxed

by a stranger they
met in the garden.

If the child recovers,
they will forget about it,

And if not -

Poppaea will be the
first to accuse Lygia of

witchcraft, and then there
will be no salvation for her.

So maybe she jinxed me too?

Mark,

until the child recovers, do not
talk about Lygia with the Emperor.

You will bring Poppaea's vengeance upon her.

Her eyes have cried
enough because of you.

Do you love her, Acta?

I fell in love with her.

Because she didn’t repay
you with hatred like she did me.

How is the divine
Augusta feeling?

How is the health of the divine?

May she and this
whole house burn in hell.

Be quiet, if you want to know something
about Lygia, then come with me.

Come after me. I ordered my slaves to
stand guard at all the gates of the city.

- Do you have a fever?
- I am sick.

I don’t know what the
doctor would prescribe for

you, but I know what I
would do if I were you.

I know what love is, and I

know that no
other can replace it.

But a beautiful slave...

I don't want.

Maybe your slaves do not have
the charm of novelty for you?

Take a closer look at this one, Iraida.

I give it to you, take it for yourself!

I don't need her!

Others are not needed either.

Thank you, but I don't want to.

Eunice, take a bath, oil your

body and go to Vinicius’s house.

I will not go to Vinicius, sir.

I can't,

most merciful sir,
have pity on me.

But don’t send me out of the house, I beg you.

Which slave here is Evnika's lover?

Nobody, sir.

What do you know about her?

Evnika never leaves the

bedroom at night
after your bath, sir.

She doesn't stay in the bathhouse.

Enough!

My relative, Vinicius, to whom
I gave Eunice, did not accept it.

Stand up.

Therefore, she stays at home.

Take her now and
give her 25 lashes

just so as not to spoil the skin.

Went.

Eunice claims that there is
a person who can find Lygia.

Has this man come, whom you

told Teiresias about yesterday?

He's waiting, sir.
His name is Chilon Chilonides.

Who is he?

Sage, soothsayer,

knows how to read people's
destinies and predict the future.

Did he predict the future for you too?

Yes, sir.

What did he prophesy for you?

That pain and happiness await me.

You suffered pain
yesterday at the hands of

Teiresias, which means
happiness can come.

It has already arrived, sir.

- What is it?
- I stayed here.

Greetings Thersites!

How are your bumps that
Ulysses gave you at Troy?

Noble sir, the wisest of the
dead, Ulysses, sends greetings

through me to the wisest
of the living, Petronius.

and asks me to cover my
bumps with a new cloak.

The answer deserves a cape.

Do you know well
what you are taking on?

When two surnames of two noble
houses talk about nothing else,

and after them half of Rome
repeats it, it’s hard not to know.

Yesterday a girl named Lygia,
or rather Callina, was kidnapped

and I undertake to find her.

Fine!
What means do you have for this?

You have the means, sir,
but I only have the mind.

If you deceive me for profit,
you will die under my sticks.

I am a philosopher, sir, and a
philosopher cannot be greedy

for profit, especially the kind
that you so generously promise.

When will you start searching?

I have already started. And, in answer
to your kind questions, I am also looking.

Have you provided such services before?

Virtue and wisdom
value themselves too low

today for even a
philosopher to be forced to

look for other
means of livelihood.

Fine. Do you need directions?

- I need a weapon.
- Which?

Such are the times these days, sir.

You, gentlemen, asked
me about various things.

Let me now ask:

Haven't you seen, venerable tribune,

no symbols, no amulets on

Pomponia or on
this divine Lygia?

Or maybe you saw them
drawing some signs to each other,

understandable only to them?

I once saw Lygia
draw a fish on the sand.

Fish? Fish?

Did she do it once
or several times?

Once.

- Are you sure, sir, that it’s a fish?
- Exactly.

- Do you know what this means?
- Yes.

Fortune will shower you with all
gifts equally, most worthy gentlemen.

Tell them to give you a cloak.

Ulysses thanks you for Thersites.

Thank you, thank you,
most worthy gentlemen.

Do you know what this is?

Fish? This is a fish.

You are stupid, although you
add so much water to wine,

that there could be fish in it.

This is a symbol, and in the language of
philosophers it means “the smile of Fortune.”

Respect philosophy, otherwise I will
change the wine shop, which my close

friend Petronius has been trying to
persuade me to do for a long time.

- What's happened?
- Divine Augusta has died!

Children of Emperors sometimes die too.

Say the following words in Greek:

Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior.

Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior.
So what?

Now take the first
letters of each of these

words and add them
together to make one word.

INTYS.

Fish!

Fish.

Did Lygia really
draw a fish for you?

If she had drawn a bird, I would
have said that she had drawn a bird.

Therefore, she is a Christian.

This means that Lygia

poisons wells,
kills children on the

street and indulges
in debauchery!

No, no and NO!

Obviously, Christians are not
at all what we thought they were.

The generosity of
Vinicius will exceed

your hopes, but only
when Lygia is found.

I obey.

I obey.

You are to blame for her death!

Witchcraft killed little Augusta.

On your advice, an evil
spirit entered these walls

and with one glance
sucked the life from her chest.

Woe is me!

Woe!

Woe!

Emperor!

Burn Rome and the whole world

with grief, but
save us your voice!

Sir, we have suffered
an immeasurable loss,

So let us at least
have this treasure!

You were the only one who

thought of this, Petronius!

Only you alone!

Go to Antium!

There she was born, there

joy will descend upon you,

there will be healing.

I'll go!

I will write a hymn in her
honor and compose music for it.

Haven't you found it among Christians?

You guessed it, sir,

but I found Glaucus, the physician.

Who else is this?

You apparently
forgot, sir, the old man,

defending whom I
lost these two fingers.

I left him dying in the inn and

mourned him for a long time.

Unfortunately,
he is still alive and

belongs to the
Christian community.

Say what you want?

I want, sir, to eliminate Glaucus.

Hire people to beat him

to death, and I'll pay them.

They will rip a lot off you, and
then they will use your secret.

- How much do you need?
- A thousand sesterces.

I must find honest
ones, those who, having

taken a deposit,
would not go missing.

I vouch for this man,
he is a Christian, sir.

I am old, and at times
there are eclipses of memory.

For example, our Christ was
betrayed by one of his disciples!

So I can’t remember the
name of this traitor right now.

This is Judas, the gentleman who hanged himself.

Well, yes, indeed, Judas!
Judas! Thank you.

This, sir, is the brother
you wanted to see.

May the peace of Christ be with you.

What's your name, son?

- So, what's your name?
- Urs.

Do you love Christ?

I love you with all my soul and heart.

Ursus, do you know who Judas was?

I know, but he hanged himself.

Peace be with you, faithful servant of the Lamb, let us sit down.

However, from the
poison of Judas another

traitor was born
who lives among us.

What kind of traitor is this, father?

The son of Judas, who
pretends to be a Christian

and accuses his brothers
in front of the Emperor of

that they poison
fountains, kill children and

do not want to recognize
the Emperor as God.

But, if no one defended
Christ in the hour of his torment,

who will want to
punish the traitor now?

I could do it, Father.

Go to the Christians, ask
about the doctor Glaucus,

and when they show him to you, kill him!

Yes Father.

Killing a traitor is
like killing a wolf or

a bear, but what if
Glaucus dies innocently?

Listen, Ursus, here in
Rome I teach the faith

of Christ to one slave,
whose name is Eunice.

She serves in the house of a certain Petronius.

And in this house I heard how
Glaucus undertook to hand over all the

Christians, and, in addition, promised
another Imperial informer, Vinicius...

Vinicius?

...that he will find a girl
among the Christians who...

What, what's wrong with you? What are you doing?

Nothing, father. I will kill Glaucus.

I found!

I found!

Have you seen her?

I saw Urs and talked to him.

So you know where
they are hiding.

No, sir, but I brought
you the certainty that if

Ursus is here, then the
divine Lygia is in Rome.

And the second news is that today
she will almost certainly be in Ostrian.

In Ostriana, where is it?

Between the Salt Road
and the Nomenstrian Road.

And this is a sign without which
we would not have been released.

Here are the scurpules.

When Lygia is in my house,
you will receive a bag of these.

Oh, Jupiter!

- Don't go anywhere from here.
- No.

- You will come with me to Ostrian.
- I obey.

The gladiator
Croton will go with us.

It's good, sir, that you
contacted me today,

Tomorrow I'm going to Benevento,
so that there, in the presence of

the Emperor, I can measure myself
against the strongest black man,

than Africa has ever produced.

The man who guards the
girl has extraordinary strength.

I, worthy gentleman, undertake with
this hand to grab whomever you command,

and this other one - to defend
against seven such Lygians

and bring the girl home to you.

Don't let him do this, sir.

They will start throwing stones
at us, and then who will help us?

It’s better to take the girl from home
and not expose her or us to danger.

So it will be, Croton.

Your money is your will!

The first disciple of Christ is a fisherman.

When we were grieving like this,

Mary Magdalene came running,
shouting that she had seen the Lord.

Not recognizing him because of the strong radiance,

coming from him

she thought it was the gardener.

He said: "Mary!"

Then she exclaimed: “Rabbi!”

and fell at His feet.

He ordered her to go to the disciples.

But they, the students, did not believe her,

and when she cried with

great joy, some condemned her,

others thought she
was mentally damaged.

For she said that
she saw angels in the

grave, and they, running
there a second time,

They saw that the grave was empty.

Then in the evening
came Cleopas,

who went with others to Emmaus,

and soon returned, saying:

"Truly the Lord has risen."

And they started arguing, locking the door

out of fear of the Jews.

And then He stood between them.

And when they were afraid, he

said to them:
“Peace be with you.”

And I saw Him, as

everyone saw Him,

and He was like light
and bliss to our hearts,

for we believed that He had

risen, that the
seas would dry up,

the mountains will turn to dust,

but His glory will never pass away.

Mister, there... near Urthus.

Let's get out of here, we
haven't taken off our hoods.

Wait.

- People are looking at us.
- Wait.

Let's follow them, see what
house they enter, and tomorrow

you, sir, will place slaves
at all entrances to the house

and you will take her.

No.

What do you want to do, sir?

Let's follow her into the house
and take her away right away.

This Ligian seems
terribly strong to me.

Tell that old goat
to shut up, sir.

I'm not saying that we
should steal the girl now,

among the crowd, because
they could throw stones at us.

In the name of Jupiter,
Apollo, Vesta, Cybele, Isis,

I conjure you, sir,
of all the Gods of

the East and West,
give up your intention.

- Listen to me.
- I'll go in first.

Follow me.

This is Urs.

Kill him!

Mark. Mark!

- Move away!
- Let me in!

Urs.

Dont kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Are you sure, Glaucus, that
this head wound is not fatal?

I'm sure, Miriam.

As he fell, he covered
himself with his hand and

broke it, but in this way
saved his head and life.

You are reputed to be an experienced
doctor, which is why I sent Ursus for you.

On the way, Urs confessed to me that
just yesterday he was ready to kill me.

But before you, he admitted
this to me, and I explained

to him that it was not
you who was the traitor,

and the one who
persuaded him to kill.

You didn't let me be killed.

May God restore your health.

Give me some more water.

He, in comparison
with whom man is but

dust, commanded us
to love our enemies.

We have treated your wounds,
now think about whether

it is worthy for you to
continue pursuing Lygia.

- Do you want to drive me away from here?
- No.

We want to leave this house,
where persecution may overtake us.

Don't be afraid of
persecution, I will protect you.

Write to your
servants, sir, to come

for you in the evening
with a stretcher.

You will be more comfortable in
your home than among our squalor.

Listen to me, Christians.

Your actions convinced me
that you are honest people.

Let that person,
the doctor, tell

me if I can be transferred now.

I'm not moving from here

unless they take me out by force.

No one will use violence against you.

Give me a break.

No one will ask about Croton,

he was supposed to
leave for Benevento today.

Nobody saw us except one Greek.

Bring him to me, I will

order him to remain silent.

I will write home that I
also went to Benevento.

If the Greek managed to inform the prefect,

then I will say that I killed Croton myself.

You can stay here quietly.

Then Glaucus will
remain by your side and,

together with the
widow, will look after you.

Listen, old man.

You are afraid that
I will call my slaves

and did not order them to take Lygia away?

Yes.

I will talk to Chilo
in your presence,

and in your presence
I will write home,

and I will have no other
messengers except you.

Think carefully.

And if Lygia does not stay here, then I

I will rip off the bandages and

will not take any food or drink,

and let my death fall on you.

For you and your brothers.

Crispus, let him stay with us,

and we will be with him,

until Christ heals him.

Let it be as you said.

Wake up!

Someone wants to see
you on an urgent matter!

Say I'm not here.

Say I'm not there.

I don't know this kind man.

I said that you are here
and that you are sleeping, sir.

But he wanted to wake you up.

You, you... are a fool, I
will order you to be whipped.

Chilon Chilonides!

Peace to you! World! O best of Christians!

Yes, I am Chilonide. I am Chilo, but this is a mistake.

Oh Lord!

Why didn't you listen to my advice?

Shut up and listen!

Croton attacked me to kill
and rob me. Understood?

I killed him, and these
people bandaged my wounds.

He was a notorious scoundrel, sir!

If I didn't have the dagger,
he would have killed me.

I bless the moment when I
advised you to at least take a knife.

What did you do today?

- I made vows for your health.
- And nothing else?

And I was just about to
check on you when that

man came and said
that you were calling me.

Here's the sign.
You will come with her to my home.

It says that I went
to Benevento.

Understand?

Left for Benevento.

He left, he left, sir, of course.

I said goodbye to you this
morning at the Kapensky Gate, and

since your departure I have been
overcome with such melancholy,

what if your generosity...

Fine.

Let me write it down
to dry your tears.

Give me the lamp.

Don't you recognize me, Cephas?

It's not me. No... Not me, it's not me.

Glaucus!

Here is the man who sold
and destroyed my wife.

It's not me, it's not like that. No.

And my children.

It was he who persuaded me to kill Glaucus.

Mister! Save me,
stand up for me.

Letter, what about your letter?

Bury it in the garden, and
someone else will carry the letters.

I conjure by our God!

I am a Christian, I am a Christian;

If you don't believe
me, baptize me again.

Make me a slave, but don't kill me!

Have mercy! Do not kill me.

Do not kill me. I ask you to.

Dont kill.

This is what the Savior told us:

If your brother sinned against you -

tell him off

and if he repents, forgive him.

Chilon,

May God forgive
you the harm done to

me as I forgive you
in the name of Christ.

Go in peace!

Give me the letter. Give me the letter, sir.

Come on, I'll take it. I'll take it.

This is the day of your great victory.

Peace be with you.

Have you forgiven me too?

We cannot keep anger in our hearts.

In a dream I saw your soul.

Hey slave!

May God give
you a good day, sir,

and good health, but
we have no slaves.

I am a free man,
I serve Kallina,

just as I served her mother.

-Where is Lygia?
- Just left, sir.

She sat next to you all night.

Why didn't you change it?

That’s what she wanted,
and my job is to obey.

If I had not
listened to her, then

you, sir, would
no longer be alive.

- Do you regret not killing me?
- No.

Christ did not order killing.

And Croton?

It's your fault, sir.

Why did you attack the king's daughter?

Wait, I'll help you.

Drink.

My Divine.

I wanted to come to you the wrong way.

Return to Pomponia
Graecina and be sure that

from now on no one
will encroach on you.

I would really like to
see her, at least from afar,

but I can't go back to her.

You know that the Emperor
hates the Plautian family.

Yes, yes.

But maybe he would give it to me

and I would return you to Pomponia.

Do you want to see me
again on the Palatine?

No.

I sound like a fool. No.

Do you know that you
are happier than me?

You have your science, your Christ,

and I only have you.

And if I lost you,

then he would be like a beggar.

You’re talking to me
now, sitting next to me, but

you’re probably only
thinking about Him, right?

Think, think about me too

otherwise I

I'll hate him

because for me you are a deity.

I would like to pray
to you, to worship you.

Because you don't know,
you can't know that I love you.

For me, for me you are life.

My.

My only Lygia.

My only one.

Run, run, until the
evil spirit entangles

you and leads you
to your final fall.

God died on the
cross for you, in order

to redeem your soul
with his own blood,

and you chose to love the one who
wanted to make you his concubine.

Who is he?

Servant or friend of Satan,

accomplice in debauchery

or a villain?

Help me, father.

I beg you,

Otherwise I don’t
trust myself anymore

and I can’t overcome
love in myself.

Do you really think, Crispus,

that Christ, who allowed Mary
Magdalene to lie at His feet

and he who had forgiven the
harlot would have turned away.

I have sinned against mercy

but I believed that,
having allowed earthly

love into her heart, she
had renounced Christ.

I denied Him three

times, yet He forgave me.

Until the eyes of the one you

love open to the light of truth,

Until then, avoid him, so that

he does not lead you into sin,

but know that there is no guilt in your love.

I don't even know
where she found refuge.

She disappeared from
here when you weren't here.

Crisp,

Crispus is hiding her from me again,

he doesn't trust me.

No, sir, Lygia decided
to do this herself,

and Apostle Peter even
condemned Crispus for

that he reproached
Lygia for loving you.

Did she tell the apostle that she loved me?

Yeah.

The hand is already healthy

just don’t bother her, sir.

You have seduced my Chrysothemis.

I should be doubly
grateful to you.

You did not accept Eunice and
delivered me from Chrysothemis.

Think what your gloomy
Christians stand next to this.

I once liked the smell of verbena,

now I love violets.

Order us to prepare
head wreaths and wine.

No, no, my dear,
Lygia is not Eunice.

Love has changed your sense of smell,

I have a soul in me.

Let Hades consume your Christians.

They filled you with anxiety
and destroyed the meaning of life.

May hell consume them.

You are mistaken in thinking
that their teaching is beneficial.

Beneficial are love,
beauty and power.

They call it vanity.

You are mistaken in
considering them fair.

After all, if we
pay for evil with

good, then how
will we pay for good?

According to their teaching - in
the future life, which is imperishable.

We will see, if you can
see something without eyes.

- Do you intend to kidnap Lygia?
- No.

I cannot repay her with evil for her good.

Do you intend to accept the teachings of Christ?

I want,

but my nature won’t stand it.

Can you forget about Lygia?

No.

The trip to Egypt must be postponed.

And dominion over
it and over the East,

according to prophecy,
will not leave me.

Someday in Egypt we
will build such monuments,

in comparison with which the
pyramids will seem like children's toys.

I will order the sculpture of
a Sphinx seven times larger

than the one that looks out
onto the desert near Memphis,

and I’ll order him to make mine.

You have already erected a
monument to yourself with your poems,

greater than the pyramid of Cheops.

But I love, Emperor,
when you dream of Egypt,

and it saddens me that you have
postponed your plans for the trip.

I had to. That's what the Gods want.

When we were in the
Temple of Vesta, she

herself said in my ear:
“Postpone your trip.”

Why do people fear Vesta
more than other Gods?

I remember myself that fear gripped me.

I would have collapsed to the ground
if someone had not supported me.

- Who supported me?
- I.

And you. Thank you.

How is that girl doing?

too narrow in the hips?

I bet he forgot!

Boredom is tormenting me! Terrible boredom.

By the will of the Goddess I
stayed in Rome, but I can’t stand it.

I'll go to Antium.

I am suffocating
in these cramped

streets, among
these vile alleys.

Oh, if an earthquake
destroyed Rome,

or at least some angry God

razed it to the ground, then I

could build it even
more magnificent.

You said, Emperor:

What if some angry God
razed it to the ground?

- Yes! And what?
- Aren’t you God?

Tigellinus, Vatinius,
Sextius, Aquilius and so on.

What a bunch of louts and scoundrels!

And they rule the world. No. I won't go.

I did not create these times
and I am not responsible for them.

But I have to think for
you, so I advise you to go.

Otherwise, you will destroy both yourself and Lygia.

I have to see her!

- Do you know where she is?
- Don't know.

Even though she is a Christian,

but she may turn out
to be more prudent

than you and will
not want your death.

May the Gods grant
you immortality and may

they share with you
power over the world!

Why did you come?

I know where the divine Lygia lives.

Where is she?

Wu Lin, the high priest of the Christians.

Urs works at night.

There are only two women in the house.

How did you know that?

I was in the hands of the
Christians, and they spared me.

Therefore, do not be surprised,

sir, that gratitude
filled my heart.

That's why I was interested in them.

First of all, I thought about you.

It depends only on you
whether this magnanimous

princess will end up in
your house this very night.

But if this happens,
will you reward me, sir?

I will not do what
you advise me, but

you will not leave
here without a reward.

- Three hundred rods!
- For what?

Oh, Persian king, for what?

Colossus of Mercy! I served you.

- Is this your gratitude?
- Like yours for Christians.

Three hundred rods!

Fifty, fifty.

No, not three hundred, not three hundred.

No, fifty. One hundred.

No, not three hundred. One hundred. Have mercy!

For Christ's sake!

Sir, this old man has fainted.

Bring it to me!

Know that I have
forgiven you for the sake

of that Christ to whom
I myself owe my life.

I will serve, sir.

Both for Him and for you.

I greet you in the name
of Christ whom you honor.

May His name be glorious forever!

Listen to me, Peter, and you, Paul.

I know that Lygia is here.

I could surround this
house and take her,

however, I won't do that.

For this, may the blessing
of our Lord be upon you.

I came to you because you
replaced her father and mother;

give her to me as a wife;

I swear,

that I will not forbid her to honor Christ.

She is dearer to me than
the apple of my own eyes;

I am not an enemy either to you or to Christ.

When I think of Lygia

that she is pure as snow,

then I love her even more

and when I think that
she is like this, thanks

to your teaching, then
I love this teaching too,

although I don't understand it.

See, I'm sincere.

Greece created wisdom and beauty,

Rome is mighty

what are you talking about?

We bring love.

He who knocks will be opened.

And the mercy of the Lord is

upon you, therefore I bless you,

your soul and your love.

Lygia, do you love him?

I love.

Love each other,

for there is no sin in your love.

I didn't run away from you.

So why did you do this?

You know.

Tell Ursa to go to
Aulus’s house, pick up

your children’s toys
and bring them to me.

In my region, custom dictates otherwise.

But in Rome they are brought in

for the bride, but
you do it for me.

I will take them to my home

and they will remind me of you,

until that moment comes,

when you sit by my hearth.

Peas with olive
oil did not help, a

scarf on a thick
neck did not help,

and Copperbeard is hoarse.

Curses Rome and its air.

And so we are leaving for Antium.

Do you know why this monkey became hoarse?

Yesterday I danced
the story of Leda for

us, after which I sweated
and caught a cold.

Nobody will call again. People burned out.

At least the houses will be on fire.

And sheaves of sparks fly among the ashes.

Who can call? Are
the corpses of those

who lived here
bloody? It's a whole city

turned into nothing,
but the walls are still

tormented by greedy
fire. Your beauty, Troy,

lost in grief until death
and the end; All you

can hear are footsteps,
screams and silence.

Now Troy is a huge torch,

sacrificial fire and ashes.

Poems fit for burning.

What do you find wrong with them?

Do you want the truth? So I'll
tell you - they are good for Virgil,

good for Ovid, even for
Homer, but not for you.

This fire you describe

doesn't burn enough.

Your fire doesn't burn enough.

Don't listen to their flattering praises.

Do you know why?

You can create a work that the
world has never heard of before,

so I repeat to your
face - write better!

The gods gave me some talent

but, in addition, they
gave much more -

a true expert and friend,

who alone knows how to
speak the truth face to face.

- I'll throw them away!
- No! No!

Even so trashy, they
belong to humanity.

Let me, then, send them back

to you in a case of my choice.

My fire of Troy doesn't burn enough.

You opened my eyes.

Do you know why this
happens, as you say?

When a sculptor
wants to create a

figure of God, he
looks for a model.

I have never seen a burning city.

My description lacks truth.

Just give the order,
Emperor, and I will burn Antium

or, if you don’t mind, all
these villas and palaces.

I will build you a wooden city,

which you yourself
will set on fire.

Wooden sheds?

You are completely stupid, Tigellinus!

Apparently you don’t really
appreciate my talent and my Troika.

What a stink it must be
in this Rome right now.

Will you get into
trouble for leaving

Antium without the
Emperor's knowledge?

No, Nero warned that he would be

composing new
songs for two days.

And I couldn't stand it
without you anymore.

I knew you would come.

These are lions roaring in cages.

I look away and look at your shadow,

That I learned so
much grace from you.

She, like you, is light,
born as if from foam.

Wherever you step, there
are flowers and moths.

No,

I need to move.

Petronius, Vinicius,

my soul is anxious and sad,

although I feel that
with what I sang

to you as a test, I
can speak publicly.

You can perform here,
in Rome, and in Achaia.

When I play and sing, music
reveals to me delights that

I most often cannot name
or understand with my mind.

I just feel them.

And I will tell you that I, the Emperor and God,

Then I feel like a
small grain of sand.

I need to know you as intimately as I do.

There are whispers in
the Senate that Diodorus

and Terpnos play the
cithara better than me.

Tell me honestly.
Do they play better than me?

Your touch on the strings is

gentler, you
feel like an artist,

and among them are skilled artisans.

If so, let them live!

They will never guess what service
you provided them at that moment.

You see, I'm an artist in every way.

I can't live an ordinary life.

I know people say I'm crazy.

But I'm just looking!

And if I go crazy, it’s because I’m
bored and impatient that I can’t find it.

Understand? I'm searching, searching, searching.

Do you know that this is why I
condemned my mother and wife to death?

I wanted to make the greatest
sacrifice a man can make;

I thought some doors would open,

behind which I will see
something great and terrible,

inaccessible to
human imagination.

But this sacrifice was not enough.

To open the empirical
doors, it seems, more is

required, and may what the
prophecies say come true!

What are you going to do?

You know, there are two Nero.
One is as people know him,

and the other is an artist
whom only you know.

It is hard for a person to bear the burden
of the highest power and the greatest talent.

I sympathize with you,
Emperor, with all my

heart and with me
Vinicius, who idolizes you.

Oh, he was always
pleasant to me too,

although he serves
Mars, not the muses.

He's in love.

Allow him, sir, to go to Rome,

otherwise he will wither
away here with me.

The Lygian hostage you
gave him has been found.

And he fell in love with her virtue.

Now he wants to marry
her, sighs, and sighs.

She is a beautiful girl,
but too narrow in the hips.

Do you love her
as Petronius says?

I love.

Then I will tell you to go
to Rome tomorrow, marry

her and not appear here
without your wedding ring.

Thank you, sir.

How nice it is to make people happy.

I would like to do nothing
else for the rest of my life.

Sorry, divine Emperor!
Rome is on fire!

- Most of the city is on fire!
- Gods!

Finally, I will see the burning
city and finish my poems about it.

Your Troika.

If I leave immediately, will
I have time to see the fire?

Lord, there is a sea of flames
over the city, the smoke chokes the

inhabitants, some fall unconscious,
others, maddened, rush into the fire.

Rome is perishing, sir!

Woe to me, unfortunate one!

Woe to you, holy city of Triam!

Change your horse!

What part of the city is on fire?

The fire, sir, started in the
shops near the Circus Maximus.

When we were sent,
the city center was on fire.

And beyond the Tiber?

The flames have not reached there
yet, but are spreading to new areas.

People die from fire and smoke.

Lygia!

Lygia!

Where is Lygia?

Ursus with the daughter of Jupiter in Ostrian.

Peace be with you, Persian king!

Your house, sir, probably burned
down, because the Karins were

engulfed in fire, but you will
always be rich, like Midas.

Now put this on. What a misfortune!

Christians predicted that
fire would destroy this city.

Have you seen Lygia?

I saw it, sir!

Thanks be to Christ and
all the Gods that I can

repay you with good
news for your good deeds.

But I will repay you, Osiris.

I swear by this burning Rome!

Homeless ruler of a
homeless people, where

will I rest my
unfortunate head at night?

Nobody will call again. People burned out.

Even though the houses will burn with a bang,

and sheaves of sparks fly among the ashes.

Who can call?

Are the corpses bloody?

those who lived here?

Now Troy -

huge torch,

sacrificial fire and ashes.

Down with! Down with the tyrant!

Down with!

This is how the Quirites
value me and my poetry.

Order, sir, the
praetorians to strike them.

Can I count on the
loyalty of the soldiers?

Yes, divine!

Based on their loyalty - yes.
But not by their number.

Stay here for now, where it's safer.

And these people need to be calmed down.

What a day!

On one side there is a fire, and on the
other there is a raging sea of people.

Sovereign, make a speech to the people

and promise him something.

Should the Emperor speak to the people?

Let someone do
this on my behalf.

Who will take it?

I!

You are my most faithful friend in any trouble.

Go and don't regret your promises.

Petronius! Petronius!

Arbiter of grace! Petronius!

Keep quiet! Keep quiet!

Let him speak! Speak!

Citizens!

Let those who hear me

will repeat my words to those standing further.

Just behave like
people, not like animals.

The city will be rebuilt.

Gardens of Lucullus, Maecenas,

Caesar and Agrippina

will be open for you!

Tomorrow the distribution
of bread, wine and oil will

begin so that everyone
can fill their bellies to the full!

Then the Emperor will arrange games for you,

which have never existed in the world,

during which refreshments
and gifts will be given out.

And you will be richer than
you were before the fire!

Meal'n'Real!

- Peace be with you, father!
- And with you, Urs!

Blessed be the name of the

Lord for the joy
you bring to Callina.

You're the first.

Mark,

It's good that you're alive.

Now I will never leave you again.

I will save you all.

We will go to Antium, there we

will board a ship
and sail to Sicily.

My lands are your lands,

my houses are your houses.

Believe me.

Your hearth is my hearth.

People near the circus are killing each other.

Slaves and gladiators attacked citizens.

The cup overflowed

and troubles will be like endless seas.

Take the one that God

intended for you and save her,

and Urs,

and let Ursus ride with you.

We won't go without you, father.

You won't stay here to die.

And the Lord will bless
you for your desire.

But if you, whom no one
entrusted to take care of me,

You say that you will not
leave me here to perish, how

do you want me to leave my
flock in the days of disaster.

Excuse me.

I said what my mind told me

but your mind is different,

he is not concerned about his own safety.

I didn't understand this and I was wrong.

But now I have loved Christ, I

want to be His
servant and I swear

that I will not leave you in the days of trouble.

I will never leave.

Never.

So you have received your sight,

and the thorn has
fallen from your eyes.

I baptize you in the name of the

Father, the Son
and the Holy Spirit.

You are our brother.

An ungrateful and insatiable people.

They have plenty of grain and

coals on which
they can bake cakes.

- What else do they want?
- To sweep.

Hearts demand revenge

and revenge requires sacrifice.

Hand me the signs, I
have to write this down.

So!

Revenge wants victims!

What if a rumor
spreads that it was

Afer who ordered
the city to be burned?

and sacrifice him to
the people's anger?

Divine! Who am I?

This is true.

We need someone bigger than you.

Vitellia?

But as?

My fat could
start the fire again.

You burned Rome.

I burned Rome

by your order.

Tigellinus, do you love me?

You know, do not you.

Sacrifice yourself for me.

Divine Emperor,

Rome is seething, do you want

the Praetorians to rebel too?

Divine Poppaea
wishes to see Tigellinus,

for she has people whom the

prefect must listen to at once.

I warmed the snake on my chest.
Speak, advise!

I trust you alone, because you have
more intelligence than all of them.

I advice.

I advise you to go to Achaia.

I expected something more.

Petronius, if I went
to the Campus Martius

and sang to the people, do you think I
would have shocked with my singing?

Without a doubt, Emperor,
if you were allowed to begin.

Oh, let's go to Achaia.

Listen to Tigellinus, sir.

It was not you who ordered me to burn Rome,

and it was not I who burned it.

The people want revenge

and sacrifice, let them get it.

But not just one, but hundreds, thousands of victims.

Do you know who Christians are?

I told you about their crimes.

About their predictions that
fire will bring the end of the world.

The people suspect
you, so let their

suspicions turn in
the other direction.

Oh Zeus

Apollo,

Athena,

Persephone!

What did this unfortunate
city do to these

monsters that they
burned it so inhumanely?

They are the enemies of
you and the entire human race.

Be fair.

Punish the arsonists. Punish them.

Be, be fair.

What punishment and what

torment do such
atrocities deserve?

So you have found a victim!

Fine!

You have power, you have
praetorians, you have strength.

Hand over the Christians to the
people to whatever torment you please,

but have the courage to tell
yourself that they did not burn Rome!

I swear by the divine Clio!

Since the creation of the world,
no one has dared to do this.

Have courage, Emperor!

Otherwise, the coming centuries
will say: “Nero burned Rome,

but, like a cowardly
Emperor and a cowardly poet,

renounced the
great deed out of fear

and laid the blame
on the innocent!”

Let me go, sir,

I cannot listen to how
they call you a cowardly

poet, a cowardly Emperor,
an arsonist and a comedian.

Tigellinus, I call
you a comedian

because you are one now.

Because I don't want to listen to it?

'Cause you're acting out
your love for the Emperor

a minute ago I frightened him with the Praetorians.

Sir, how can you
allow such a thought

appeared in someone's
head, and even more so,

so that someone would dare
to say it out loud in front of you?

Punish him, sir.

Is this how you pay me
for my friendship with you?

Sovereign,

I tell you what my love
for you tells me to do.

Punish him, sir.

Do you want me to punish him?
But this is my friend

and although he hurt
my heart, let him know

that in this heart there is
only forgiveness for friends.

-Have you seen Lygia today?
- I was with her.

Don't waste time.

Today the Emperor
decided to blame

Christians for the
burning of Rome.

Take Lygia and immediately
run beyond the Alps or to Africa.

- Hurry up.
- I'm coming.

Take the purse of gold,
weapons and your Christians.

If anything happens, if
necessary, fight them off.

- Vinicius?
- Yes, sir.

So, maybe Petronius?

I am amazed at
your insight, sir!

Oh yes, maybe. It may very well be.

Now I understand why he
defended Christians so much.

Petronius is a Christian!

Petronius is the enemy of life and pleasure!

Don't be stupid and don't
dream that I will believe

it, because I am ready
not to believe in anything.

But the noble Vinicius
became a Christian, sir.

Pomponia is also a Christian,

and little Aulus the Christian,
and Lygia, and Vinicius.

Sir, avenge my
insults, and I will

hand over the
Apostle Peter to you,

and Linus, and Glaucus, and Crispus;

I will show you hundreds,
thousands of them, I

will point out houses of
worship and cemeteries,

I'll point out everything.

Sovereign! Avenge our child!

Hurry! Hurry!

Otherwise Vinicius will hide Lygia.

You will receive ten
people, go immediately.

Oh, lord, you have not seen
Croton in the hands of Urthus.

If you give me
fifty, I will only show

you from afar the
house in which they hid.

What if one could also deal
with Petronius with one blow?

No! Not now! People won't believe it.

Now other victims are needed

and this turn will come later.

Go.

I'll give everyone away! Everyone. I'll give everyone away!

I'll give everyone away!

Lviv! Lviv on Christians!

Lviv on Christians!

Greetings, arbiter of grace!

Are you still saying that it wasn't
Christians who burned Rome?

You know as well as I
what to think about this.

I don't even dare
equal your wisdom.

Petronius, sir.

Why didn’t Vinicius come?

Your invitation, divine one,
did not find him at home.

Tell him that I will be glad to

see him, and tell
him on my behalf,

so that he does
not miss the games

in which Christians
will compete.

Has the noble Vinicius returned?

Yes, sir, a minute ago.

Where is she?

In the Mamertine prison.

No, not in the dungeon.

I bribed the guard
to give her my room.

Ursus guards her.

Why didn't he protect her?

Fifty praetorians were sent.

What are you going to do?

Save her

or die with her.

How do you want to save her?

I bribed the guards, and
you are the Emperor's friend.

Bring two dark cloaks and two swords.

We'll go to jail.

There you will give the guards one
hundred thousand sesterces. Give

twice as much, if only they would
want to release Lygia right away.

Otherwise it will be too late.

My life hangs by a thread, I will
achieve nothing from the Emperor.

For every request I make, he
will do the opposite out of spite.

Lygia is haunted by the wrath of Poppaea.

I suspect she's been
spied on for a long time.

Lviv on Christians!

Mirmillon, listen to good
advice and go your way.

Scream with me or
I'll break your neck.

Lviv on Christians!

Buddy, you smell like wine
and you're bothering me.

The Emperor told me today:

“Tell Vinicius to
be at the games

in which Christians
will compete.”

He wants to make a
spectacle of your suffering.

Maybe that's why they haven't
thrown you and me into prison yet.

Lviv on Christians! Lviv on Christians!

What is this, Niger?

- Were you ordered to guard the prison?
- Yes, noble Petronius.

The prefect fears that they
will try to repel the arsonists.

Do you have orders not to let anyone in?

- No one, sir.
- Thank you, Niger.

I saw on Calvary

how God was nailed to the cross.

I saw how they set up
the cross upright so that

the crowds could watch
the death of the Son of Man.

I saw how His side was

opened and how He died.

Now I bless you, my children,

to torment, to death,

for eternity!

I know.

The one you loved was taken from you.

Father!

I am a pathetic worm, but you knew Christ.

Stand up for her.

You heard what I told
those who doubted that

God himself went through
the agony of the cross.

I know, but you see, father,

if blood is needed,
let Him double

or triple the flour
intended for it.

I can hold out, but let him save her.

He will listen to you!

I saw you before, sir,
but I couldn’t come closer.

Guards and Ursus guard her.

Are you a praetorian?

Until I'm there.

I cannot let you in,
Vinicius, but if you

write a letter, I will
give it to the guards.

Thank you.

Make way for Chilo! Clear the road.

Stop!

Hello, Chilon!

Greetings, young man.

But do not detain
me, because I am in a

hurry to see my friend,
the noble Tigellinus.

Was it you who betrayed Lygia?

And you ordered me to be whipped.

I offended you!

If you, my friend,
have a request for

me, come to my
house on Esquelina,

where I receive guests and clients.

- I'm not late?
- No!

We asked, sir, about
a girl named Lygia.

But no one gave us an answer.
They probably don't trust us.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name,
Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done as it is
in heaven and on earth.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us our
debts, just as we do.

Long live the Emperor!

Our Father, who art in
heaven, hallowed be thy name,

Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done.

Long live the Emperor!

Long live the Emperor!

Lygia!

Mister,

they remained in prison.

I saw her sick, Urs was with her.

Who are you?

In my hut the apostle
baptized you, sir.

And then I took you to where the

apostle preached
in the catacombs.

- Do you remember?
- I remember.

Peace to you!

Thank you and peace to you!

She remained in prison.

Do you know what came to my mind?

Smile, we are being watched.

Blessed are you, Lord,

Lord, God of our fathers.

Glorified and exalted forever.

Blessed be Your name,

full of glory and holiness,

illustrious and exalted

forever.

Blessed be the temple
of Thy holy glory.

Blessed are You on the
throne of Your Kingdom.

Well, Greek!

You can't stand the sight
of torn human skin, right?

My father wasn't a shoemaker,
so I don't know how to patch it.

But you were only wrong about one thing.

The gods made you a robber,

and you became a demon.

You can't stand it.

I can handle it.

I can handle it.

Ursus sent me to
you, sir, to tell you that

Lygia is repeating
your name in a fever.

How can you go
through the prison?

I hired myself to carry out the dead.

How many corpses do we have today?

About a dozen, but there will be more before morning.

Thank God it's you!

Have you come to save her?

Tell me a way.

I thought you knew him, sir.

How did you get here?

I bribed the caretaker.

I have tessera

I swear by the torment of the Savior,

Lygia will take my tessera, wrap

a rag around her head and leave.

Among the gravediggers
there are several young slaves.

The Praetorians do not
recognize her, and when

she gets to Petronius's
house, he will save her.

She may not agree to
this because she loves you.

But he cannot count
on his own strength.

Quiet. Quiet.

I knew you would come.

Lygia.

I'm sick, Mark.

In the arena or here

in prison, I could die.

No, no, Lygia! No!
No, you won't die, you won't die.

The Apostle commanded to believe.
Christ will save you.

Will save you.

I didn't live long

but God gave me your

soul, and remember,

that you will come there too.

Swear to me this, Mark.

Lygia.

I swear.

I swear to you.

Quiet.

I'm your wife.

Matricide! Woe to you!

Woe to you, murderer of your wife and brother.

Woe to you, Satan!

Woe to you!

You will die in horror, murderer.

Woe to you.

Your cup is overflowing.

Woe to you, living corpse,

your hour is near,

and you will be damned forever!

Peace to the martyrs!

Sir, sir, let's go to Achaia.

There the glory of Apollo
awaits you, wreaths and

triumphs await you, there
are people who idolize you.

But here there is only fear.

What are you afraid of, you rotten stump?

Are you afraid of Christians or their Gods?

Listen, sir, to this old man.

There really is something
unusual about these Christians.

Their deity grants them an
easy death, but it can be vengeful.

It’s not me who organizes the games, it’s Tigellinus.

Yes I.

And I don’t care about
all the Christian Gods.

This is good, but
from now on, order

the tongues of
Christians to be cut out

or gag your mouth.

The fire will shut them down.

Woe is me!

Look at the appearance of
this descendant of Achilles.

Do whatever you
want with me, but I

won’t go to games
anymore, I won’t go.

I told you. You won't be able to stand it.

I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty. Drink.

I want to get drunk! Drink, drink.

Make sure this worm is
near me in the gardens.

Glaucus!

Glaucus!

In the name of Christ!

Sorry!

I forgive you!

Glaucus!

People!

People!

Romans!

I swear by my death,

innocents are dying here,

and the arsonist of Rome - here he is!

Nero is an arsonist! Arsonist!

Death to the arsonists! Down with the tyrant!

Nero is an arsonist!

Arsonist of Rome!

Who are you?

Apostle Paul from Tarsus.

I'm damned! What do you want?

I want to save you.

There is no salvation for me!

Have you heard that Christ forgave
the repentant thief on the cross?

I have no forgiveness!

God,

look at this unfortunate man,

at his pain, tears and torment!

Merciful God, for the
sake of Your torment,

for the sake of Your
death and resurrection

let him off the hook!

Chilon!

I baptize you in the name

of the Father and the Son,

and the Holy Spirit!

Christ!

Christ!

Do you know that you committed

the crime of lese majeste?

Death awaits you.

But if tomorrow morning

in the amphitheater you will

announce that you
were drunk and mad,

and that it was
Christians who set fire to

the city, then your
punishment will be limited

flogging and banishment.

I can't, sir.

How can you not, how can you

not, you were drunk, after all?!

I can't, sir.

You have seen Christians die.

Do you want to die the same way?

I believe in Christ.

You really are crazy.

And now you will renounce everything!

I can not!

Can!

Can!

Well, will you renounce, Greek dog?

I can not!

Cut out his tongue!

It seems to me that
I have not yet lived

and that I will be
born again in Greece.

You will be born for new glory and immortality.

The ships in Neapolis are waiting.

I would like to go tomorrow.

Allow me, O Divine One, to
first arrange a wedding feast,

to which I first of
all want to invite you.

Wedding feast? Whose?

Vinicia with Lygia, your hostage.

You yourself deigned
to allow Vinicius to marry

her, and your sentences,
like the sentences of Zeus,

immutable. Therefore, order
her to be released from prison now.

Yes I know.

I thought about her and about
that giant who strangled Croton.

In this case, both of them are saved.

Only she is in prison by
the will of the Emperor, and

his sentences, as you
yourself said, are immutable.

She is in prison because of your
ignorance of the law of nations,

against the wishes of the Emperor.

You, Tigellinus, are a naive
man, but you won’t even claim

that she set fire to Rome,
because even if you said so,

The Emperor wouldn't believe you.

Petronius is right.

Petronius is right.

Tomorrow the prison gates will be opened for her,

and we will talk about the
wedding feast in the amphitheater.

You are sick, tell

them to take you home.

Look!

Look!

Don’t give in,
don’t give in, divine

one, we still have Praetorians.

You must take her to Sicily.

My ship is waiting in Neapolis.

Nothing threatens you
from the Emperor's side,

but Tigellinus is ready
to use poison even

out of hatred, if not
for you, then for me.

Christ saved her.

So you're almost his.

The gods do not like to repeat themselves.

When she recovers, I will
take her to Pomponia Grecina.

That's right, get out of
here and take her away now.

Where I am?

In the house of Petronius.

I was on the Palatine. Nero is furious.

He ordered the immediate
imprisonment of Peter and Paul of Tarsus.

Death awaits them.
The praetorians have already been expelled.

You must warn the apostles!

Stay with her.

Your death is predetermined, sir.

The emperor succumbed to the persuasion of Tigellinus.

In a few days, a messenger
will deliver your death warrant.

Tell your master that I thank

him with all my
heart for this news.

Evnika.

Evnika,

do you know that you have

not been a slave
for a long time?

Slave, master, forever.

But you don't know that
this villa and everything in it is

and these slaves, and these
fields, and herds now belong to you.

Why are you telling me this, sir?

Evnika, I want to die in peace.

I'm listening to you, sir.

Vinicius and Lygia reached Sicily.

I wrote them an
answer that I couldn’t

come to them, and
let Sicily turn into them

to the garden of the Hesparides,

and let white doves nest in

the columns of their house.

My friends, forgive me.

This is the cup from
which I poured out a libation

in honor of the Lady of Cyprus.

Let no one's lips
touch her from now on.

Old age, impotence -

these are sad companions
of the last years of life.

You don't have to wait for them
and leave before they come.

Mister.

What do you want to do?

I want to have fun, listen to

music, drink wine,
and then I want

fall asleep.

Mister,

did you really think that I would leave you?

I have already said goodbye to Nero;

listen to what I
wrote to him goodbye.

I know, sir, that your heart

yearns for me day and night.

But there are things that

I cannot bear any longer.

It's not disgusting to me

that you killed your mother, and your wife, and your brother,

and that you burned Rome and

sent the most decent
people to Erebus

in this state.

I'm sending you one last piece of advice -

kill, but don't sing,

poison, but don't dance,

set it on fire, but don't play the cithara.

This is what your

Arbiter of Grace.

No one should boast

that they heard this letter.

Have fun.

Friends,

admit it

admit that you

are dying with us...

No, he was also on the list.

Must be crucified on the cross.

Order the destruction
of the rebellious legions.

Order Galbus to be
escorted here on a rope.

Execute here! Burn all the Gauls.

Set this damn city on
fire for the second time.

Nothing will help, divine.

Here in Rome, the legions had

already proclaimed
Galba Emperor.

It is not true.

It's just that you're all against me.

The Senate must decide.

He must listen to me.

And if I had addressed
them in mourning dress,

would the Senate really
have resisted my tears?

The Senate has sentenced you.

You must be executed

according to ancient custom.

What custom is this?

They'll clamp your neck with a

pitchfork and beat you to death,

and the body will be thrown into the Tiber.

You must run, sir.
Only this can save you.

You don't have much time, sir.

I have a villa outside the
city, between Solyanaya

and Nomenanskaya
roads, we will hide you there.

Run, sir!

Galba!

Galba!

Long live Galba!

Follow me, sir.

They saw us.

They already know where you are, sir.
There's nowhere for you to run.

Don't let me get wet.

Sooner or later they will
find us and beat us to death.

This is unworthy of
the divine Emperor.

Unworthy. Dig your grave here.

My mother, wife and father tell me to die.

Dig. Here.

What kind of artist dies, what kind!

No, no, it's not time yet, it's not time.

No no.

No, not now. It's not time yet.

Don't let yourself be humiliated, sir.

It's not time yet, it's not time.

Don't let yourself be humiliated.

It's up to you, sir. Hurry up.

I'm as happy as I've
ever been in my life.

I thought that love was

just fire in the blood and lust,

and only now do I
see that it is possible to

love and at the same
time feel such peace.

No, Lygia,

It is I who bow to you.

I love you, Mark.

Rabbi, we beg you, leave Rome.

You must keep the truth alive

so that she doesn't die with you.

Father, Nazarius will see
you out of the city before dawn.

Do it in the name of Christ.

If you die, you will only

increase the
triumph of the beast.

May the name of the Lord be

glorified, and may
His will be done.

Do you see this radiance

that is approaching us?

I don't see anything, Rabbi.

Rabbi, what's wrong with you?

Christ!

Christ!

Quо vadis, Domine?

Since you are leaving my people,

I am going to Rome to

be crucified a second time.

Where are you coming, Lord?
Where are we going?

We return to Rome.