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400 years after the last king
was driven from the city,

the republic of Rome rules many nations,

but cannot rule itself.

The city is constantly roiled by conflict

between the common
people and the nobility.

Power is shared and order maintained
by two soldiers, old friends,

Gnaeus Pompey Magnus
and Gaius Julius Caesar.

Once, Pompey was acknowledged
by all to be the greater man,

but for the last eight years,
while Pompey has kept the peace in Rome,

Caesar has waged a war
of conquest in Gaul

that has made him ever
more rich and popular.

The balance of power is shifting,

and the nobility have grown fearful.

Though of noble blood himself,

Caesar stands with the common people.

A man like that,

an aristocrat with soldiers, money
and the love of the people,

might make himself king.

Pullo, formation!

Pullo! Single formation!

Shields on me!

Get back in formation, you drunken fool.

Reform!

Legionary Titus Pullo is a hero of the
13th legion, but look at him now.

Justice knows every man's number.

He has committed a terrible sacrilege,

and he will pay for it with his life!

As will any man here who breaks the law.

Brawlers and drunkards will be flogged.

Thieves will be strangled.

Deserters will be crucified.

Is that it?

I was just beginning to enjoy myself.

Before you...

Vercingetorix, son of Celtil,

chieftain of the tribe of the Arverni,

commander of the rebel
stronghold of Alesia,

king of all the Gauls.

What would you have of him?

Caesar!

Hey! Hey, what's going on?

Hey, here!

You piss-drinking sons of circus whores!

The chief of the Gauls has
surrendered to Caesar.

The war is over.

Don't say that.

The boys have been given two days' liberty
to sack the town and take personal spoils.

They'll all be rich.

And me in here!

Hey!

Come on, get in there!

400 denarii? Are you insane?

That's a floor price.

We'll pay the usual premium for tradesmen
and fertile women, et cetera.

From Pompey Magnus, sir.

Set the floor closer to eight.

"My dear friend and partner, Gaius,

"I have terrible news."

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I forgive you. I forgive you.

- Be good to my slaves.
- I will.

- And to my father.
- I will.

Kiss me.

Your hair.

Funny.

This isn't miserable Eastern peasantry.

This is the crème of the Gallic nations.

A glut on the market.
You can't give them away.

- Seven and be done with it.
- On delivery to Massilia?

- Oh, please!
- Agreed. See to the details.

I hope you got a decent
price off those parasites.

Good enough.

News from Rome?

Pompey writes.

My daughter Julia has died in childbirth.

I grieve with you.

The child?

A girl, stillborn.

Pompey will be needing a new wife.

Caesar!

More of Caesar's spoils from Gaul.

Caesar!

What a dreadful noise plebs
make when they're happy.

This is music.

Wait until Caesar starts them
howling for our blood.

Then you'll hear something dreadful.

A fine reward is offered
for the return of a slave woman,

stolen or absconded

from the house of Marius Dolabella.

Under the protection of Pompey
Magnus and Julius Caesar,

Senate sits tomorrow.

Be aware!

No disorder will be tolerated.

Yes, they come from a Palmerian source.

That was lovely, Timon.

Two stallions have come to Rome today.

Of course. How childish of me.

- You want the horse.
- I do.

But don't be sullen now.
This was not a hardship for me.

I've always found something
perversely erotic

about goaty little men.

Do please don't lurk, Octavian.
Come in.

Don't be a goose. Come in.

- I've bought a horse.
- Have you?

The best horse in Rome, by all accounts.

- I'm very happy for you.
- It's a gift for your great-uncle.

I want you to take the animal to Gaul

and give it to him in person.

- Why?
- When he's back,

everyone will give him gifts.
We must be first.

He won't return to Rome soon.
The Senate's hostility will prevent him.

- Legally speaking...
- Please don't start speaking legally.

- You know it bores me.
- It's a long way to Gaul.

Exactly. While yet a mere boy,

you would risk your life to honor
your beloved great-uncle.

You ride into Caesar's camp alone,
on a noble white stallion.

- That's a gift he won't soon forget.
- Alone?

Well, you'll have plenty of slaves.
You'll be perfectly safe.

And you'll make your mama
very proud and happy.

Cato, the Senate hears you.

Pompey Magnus...

I have a question concerning
your friend and co-consul,

the darling of Venus, Gaius Julius Caesar.

Why does his chair remain empty?

Why does he not come home?
His illegal war is over.

Gaul is long since on its knees.

Why does Caesar keep his brave soldiers

from their families and friends?

For eight long years,

he has gorged himself like a wolf
on the blood of Gaul,

and thereby made himself
monstrously rich.

- Why?
- Sit down!

Why does he ply the mob with races
and fights and gaudy feasts?

Why has he paid the debts

of every reprobate fool
in this Senate house?

Why?

I'll tell you why he does these things.

He wants to buy himself a crown.

He wants to destroy the Republic

and rule Rome as a bloody tyrant!

That's why!

Therefore, I move

that Caesar's governorship in Gaul
be terminated immediately,

that his armies be disbanded
and that he be recalled to Rome

to answer charges of illegal warfare,
theft, bribery and treason!

Very good, Cato.

Full of vim and verve, as usual.

Caesar has been generous to the people

because he loves the people as I do.

It is the people that rule,
not you fine noblemen.

It is Pompey's soldiers that rule,
not we fine noblemen.

I'm going to save us all
hours of useless clamor

and use my consular veto on your motion.

- Yes!
- I do not...

- I do not...
- Silence!

Are we children? Let the consul speak.

Thank you, Cicero.

- I do not...
- However...

if I might say a few words
before you continue.

When confronted by a hungry wolf,

it is unwise to goad the beast,
as Cato would have us do.

But it is equally unwise

to imagine the snarling animal a friend

and offer your hand as Pompey does.

Perhaps you would have us climb a tree.

Caesar is my brother by sacred oath.

I know his heart. He is my friend
and a faithful son of the Republic.

And until anyone proves that he is not,
I will never betray him.

Pompey Magnus, my dear fellow,
you're well met.

Scipio, Cato.

I would not take you
for lovers of the mime.

You know my daughter, Cornelia.

Widow of noble Publius
who died at Carrhae.

Cornelia, your husband was a fine Roman.

I thank you.

Father, my presence is not appropriate.
There's a lewd woman on the stage.

I had no notion.
We will not linger, then.

Pompey, a pleasant good night.

If it please you, might we speak alone?

Neither we aristocrats alone nor you and
your soldiers alone can crush Caesar.

- Stop there.
- I do not say that you wish to crush Caesar,

I only say that if you did wish it,
you could not do it alone.

I have no need of you noble gentlemen.

I have only to stamp my feet and
legions will spring up all over Italy.

I can squash Caesar like
an insect if I wished it so.

I do not wish it.

Renounce him, Pompey!
Renounce Caesar!

Ally yourself with us and his
strength will wither away.

It is you who has the real power.

It is you the people truly love.

Will they still shout Caesar's name

when he runs out of Gallic
trinkets to throw to them?

Think you I care what names
are shouted in the streets?

Nothing is more important.

You ask me to openly betray a friend.

I cannot do it. Good night.

Oh, silly baby brother.

Everything will be all right.

Is he not perfect? Proper little soldier.

- He's scared.
- Nonsense. Roman men are never scared.

He's just sad to be leaving his mama.
You're not scared, are you, Octavian?

Of course you're not. Time flies.
Give me a kiss, my love.

Andros...

Bring him back safe or I'll use the eyes
of your children for beads.

Lyco, the horse.
Not too expensive, I hope.

I'm sorry, sir,
the horse was sold already.

- To Atia of the Julii.
- Atia?

She's sending it to Gaul.

A gift for Caesar.

Damn him!

Must he have everything?

As you were going to be in Gaul anyway,

I might kill two birds with one stone.

- Let me look at you.
- As ugly as ever, I'm afraid.

Not at all. Age suits you, Brutus.

- How long has it been? Five years?
- No, six.

Oh, how clever.

It's almost like a proper house.

I deeply regret your loss.

Julia and so forth. Horrible business.

Condolences, really.

- Now tell me, how's your mother?
- The same as ever.

She sends her love, demands to know
why you haven't written to her in months.

I can remedy that if you'll be my courier.

I have several letters to send to her.

If I can bring myself
to get on another horse.

I had no conception that Gaul was so far.

Brutus, me old cock!

- What on earth are you doing here?
- Mark Antony, how nice.

I've been visiting my cousin in Narbo.

How is that idiot cousin of yours?

- He was...
- Actually, I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush.

I need, say, a half talent of gold.

- Do you?
- See how he trusts me.

- For the eagle.
- Of course. Strabo!

Give his honor Mark Antony
a half talent of gold.

- A half talent of gold.
- And not a penny more.

Dominus.

I don't know how you
tolerate that man.

He likes to fight.

The way he carries on is as if
he came from no family at all.

He does have a vulgarian streak.
I don't mind it.

What is this about the eagle?

My personal standard was stolen
by brigands. A bad business.

The legions were already
homesick and surly.

Now they're positively mutinous.

The men think it's a sure
sign of my doom,

and they're clamoring like
geese for disbandment.

They did not seem so unhappy.

They never flaunt their discontent.
Gets them whipped.

I tell you, Brutus, I'm at my wits' end.

Master Octavian...

Vasio is only a few more miles.

Do not touch me without permission.

Water.

Lucius Vorenus.

You have a brain.

So the tribunes say.

So tell me, if it were you who had
to retrieve Caesar's eagle,

how would you go about it?

I'd take captives from
every tribe in Gaul

and crucify them one by one until
someone tells me where the eagle is.

Then, I would go in quick and
quiet with one or two men

and steal it back.

Good. We are of one mind.

- Do it.
- Do it, sir?

There's a torture detachment with the third,

but you may choose
your own men if you wish.

There's a quarter talent there,
for bribes and such.

- Spend it wisely.
- Sir.

No! No! Please let me down!

Let me down!

Let me down! I know...
I know where the eagle is.

- Speak.
- The Blue Spaniards,

they came to stay for one night...
and then rode to the Cadurci lands.

Please! Please, please. Let me down.

The Cadurci.

Fortune pisses on me.

- Please let me down!
- Take them down.

Forculus,

if you be the right god for the business here,
I call on you to help me.

If you will open this door,
then I will kill for you a fine white lamb,

or, failing that, if I couldn't get a good
one at a decent price, then six pigeons.

This, Forculus, I vow to you.

Legionary Titus Pullo, stand up.

- Why's he here?
- You are released

to the command of Second Spear
Centurion Lucius Vorenus.

Do your duty and you'll be spared
damnation in the arena.

I won't stand next to this short-arsed shit,
let alone serve him. I'll stay here, thanks.

These orders are from his
excellency Mark Antony.

You are to retrieve Caesar's eagle.

Me, retrieve Caesar's eagle?

- Brutus?
- Mama!

You can't imagine how good
it is to be home.

You're as brown as a bean.

It makes me look quite soldierly, though.

It does, it does.

- How is cousin Marcellus?
- Tedious but healthy.

- And Caesar?
- Who?

Don't be cruel. Is he well?
Did he ask of me?

Did he? I can't recall.

I think not.

He did write you a letter, though.

You beast.

"Dearest Servilia,
forgive my long silence.

"These last long months were
all blood and iron and mud,

"and no time for letters to friends.

"Be sure that I have been thinking
of you with great affection.

"I long to be together
and alone with you."

"Great affection."

Longs to be alone with you.

You think he says such
things to his wife?

Affection? What's that?

He could not say love.

Would you have him pluck a harp?

He's a soldier, not a poet.

The day dwindles.
Our guests will be arriving.

You ride well, almost as well as me.

You will address me correctly.

Almost as well as me, sir.

Me, I'm a natural.
My father was an Ubian, probably.

Where did you learn to ride so nice?

Please yourself.
Only trying to be pleasant.

My mother's people
raised horses in Mutina.

Mutina, near Regium?
Up round there?

- Up there.
- Good country.

Listen, sir, thank you
for taking me on this job.

- A noble way to make amends.
- Amends?

For getting me into this cack
by calling me names.

- Think nothing of it.
- Never. I won't forget.

Titus Pullo never forgets a favor.

What do you mean, "hah"?

What do you think our chances
are of finding the eagle?

- 13th never fails, eh?
- Little or no chance.

The eagle might be anywhere. Buried,
melted down, sunk to the bottom of the sea.

We are hunting a black dog in the night.

Not finding the eagle
is the same as losing it.

We will be disgraced. I chose you
because you are disgraced already

- and condemned to die.
- So not making amends?

Pullo, in effect, you're dead already.

The loss of one drunken fool does
little damage to the legion.

If I'm dead already then, sir, you should
take care how you speak to me.

If I've got nothing to lose,

what's to stop me cutting you
into little gobs and riding off, eh?

What's to stop me, sir?

If your honor as a soldier
of the 13th isn't enough,

I'll have to rely on my
superior fighting skills.

Superior fighting skills?

Very good.

And of course, you have to imagine
long hair down to here,

huge moustaches, the most horrific stench.

They eat only raw meat and never wash.

Oh, they do have one admirable custom.

They settle their political disputes
by single combat to the death.

- Excellent idea.
- Isn't it?

Mother is always nagging me
to attend politics.

Well, it's been our family's tradition
and duty for 500 years.

It is such dreadfully dull stuff.

If our Senate did business in the German style,
I should certainly go and watch.

No tedious lawsuits and endless
debates, just swords, daggers...

- Much more entertaining.
- Brutus, a word.

Tell me, you are a good judge.

How is my dear friend Caesar?

Well, he is... He's been better, I think.

Very... very weary, to be honest.
A little demoralized.

- Caesar, demoralized? Never.
- His standard was stolen.

How'd he let a foolish thing
like that happen?

I don't know, but his men
are in uproar about it.

You know how plebeians
can be about such things.

Desperate to come home, mutinous.

I had heard there was some discontent,
but mutinous? Hard to believe.

Can you imagine?

After all he has done for them,

he is not sure whether they will...
will fight for him any more.

And the lower classes have a very,
very crude sense of loyalty.

No offense. I don't mean you.
You are lower class,

but that is to say, the lower
class in general, however.

A very crude sense of... of loyalty.

Excuse me.

"My dear niece, I hope you
and the children are well.

"I have a task for you.
Policy dictates I give a new wife to Pompey,

"but I have been gone too long to know
who among our family would be suitable.

"I would ask Calpurnia, but though
an excellent wife, she has no eye for this.

"Do me the favor of selecting whichever
girl you think most likely to please

"and offer her to him in my name."

Excuse me, I was far away.

Caesar has no bad news for you, I hope.

No, not at all. Not at all.

- What a lovely party.
- Thank you.

Not as lovely as you look in that dress.

And Octavia. Beautiful.

Well, I try.

She will insist on slouching.

Where's Octavian?

He's in Gaul.

Great Mother says no harm
shall come to your boy.

Good.

Tell me now, how goes your marriage?

Glabius is a good man.

You surprise me. I always thought
there were difficulties between you.

Must you always have a needle in hand?

I was only asking. Excuse my curiosity.

There were some difficulties in the past,
but we overcame them.

- We love each other very much.
- Well, that's a shame. Now I feel bad.

I thought you'd be overjoyed.

What do you mean?

Uncle Julius intends to marry you

to Pompey Magnus.

- Uncle Julius...
- Pompey is a touch low in manner,

but I'm told he's a perfectly adequate lover.

And you shall be the first woman in Rome.

We shall have to get you divorced
from Glabius, obviously. Quick as poss.

I will not do it. I love my husband.

If you do not divorce Glabius willingly,
then Caesar will ask Glabius to divorce you.

- And Glabius will refuse.
- And then he'll be killed.

Does anybody want that to happen?

Caesar would not do that.

The man's been in Gaul for eight years.

He's practically a wild beast.

The man has tears in his eyes.

Tears.

He loves me.

A womanish husband is no use to anyone.

And your servants! What a fuss!

I think you feed them too much.

A little more arsenic, I think, Gaia.

Try to look a little more cheerful, Octavia.

- It's for the good of the family.
- I don't care.

You and I and your brother
are alone in the world.

- We have to be strong.
- We are not alone. Caesar...

Caesar is in Gaul.

Pompey is here.

Courage, my love.

The Parthian were threatening my left flank.

And so, rather than shorten the line
as would be conventional,

I sent in my cavalry reserve
and outflanked the flankers.

Bravo, Magnus. Masterly.

Is he not, Octavia, masterly?

Masterly.

Magnus, tell me something, and be honest.
Does my daughter please you?

Very pleasing, no doubt.

Then I can tell you that Caesar,
as a token of his abiding friendship,

would like to offer her to you in marriage.

She is not married to young Glabius?

Divorced.

- Perhaps you need time to think.
- Excuse me, I was taken unawares.

How could I refuse such
a worthy and dignified bride?

- Caesar is far too generous.
- Excellent.

We would have to wait until next month
for an actual ceremony, of course,

when Julia's mourning days are over.

Of course, of course. But you may take
your betrothal privileges any time you wish.

Now, if you like.

- Really, that's not necessary.
- Don't be silly.

Octavia would love to.

There's no need for shyness.
We're all family now, after all.

British women, now, that's savage cunny.

You have to hunt them down like deer.

Mind, once you get them under you,
slack as your best Narbo scortum.

Do you care for nothing but women?

What else is there? Food, I suppose.

You don't like women?

Of course I do. I'm married to one.

- I have a wife, Niobe.
- I see. Centurions can marry, then?

- I received a special dispensation.
- A special dispensation?

She must be some good...

woman.

She is.

Been a while since you've seen her, then.

Seven years, 140 days.

That's hard. May fortune smile on you.

Me, I have simpler tastes.

I like to kill my enemy, take their
gold and enjoy their women.

That's it. Why tie yourself to one?

Where's the flavor? Where's the joy?

When was the last time you had a woman
who wasn't crying or wanting payment?

You're on first watch.
Wake me when the moon's at the zenith.

Right you are, sir.

Halt!

Sons of Dis!

They weren't such good horses.

My people fought at Zama and Magnesia,
my father rode with Sulla,

and I'm reduced to this.
Unhorsed and robbed by children.

Nice horse.

Look here, Mars. Look here, Mars.

I am Titus Pullo.
These bloody men, my gift to you.

Thank the gods you came.
I am extremely grateful to you.

Listen to me. I order you
to release me this instant.

Fine way for a slave to talk. You won't
get far with a mouth like that on you.

I'm no slave.
I'm Gaius Octavian of the Julii.

- Great-nephew of Julius Caesar.
- Gaius who?

I am a Roman citizen of noble birth,

and I order you to cut these ropes.

Say please.

Please.

Be assured you will be amply rewarded
for your services to me.

- See how good he talks?
- He's convincing, I'll give him that.

Caesar will prove who I am.
Take me to him.

We cannot do that as yet.
We have orders.

- Orders?
- To find Caesar's stolen eagle.

Caesar wouldn't pull a hair for his eagle.
It's a fool's errand.

If Caesar doesn't care about it,
why send us to find it?

It would look strange if he made no effort.
Actually, losing the eagle is useful to Caesar.

- Why would that be useful to Caesar?
- Because Pompey is no deep philosopher.

He'll make a symbolic loss a real weakness.

Explain.

Caesar won't strike the first
blow against an old friend,

so he wishes to lure Pompey
into attacking him first.

Pompey will only do this
if he believes Caesar is weak.

No. They're as good as brothers, those two.

When Julia died, the last true
bond between them was cut.

Caesar took the love of the common people
from Pompey, his most prized possession.

A battle is inevitable.

Pullo.

Blue Spaniards!

Good morning, Uncle!

Octavian?

One of Pompey's men. I misjudged him.

I thought it would take strategy to turn him
against me, but he turned as Julia died.

And all the while he was
defending you in the Senate.

He has the cunning of a sardine, poor fool.

The battle begins.

About time.

Porca Juno.

"Dearest Pompey, I believe
the enclosed man belongs to you.

"A quick note to tell you I have
decided to winter the 13th Legion

"closer to home, at Ravenna,

"so I shall soon have the pleasure
of paying you homage in person."

All of you, this is my new wife, Cornelia.

Maybe if you'd summoned a little charm

instead of moping about like
some torpid old she-cow,

- this would never have happened.
- Oh, dear!

Please, I was only speaking in anger.

Everyone knows it's a political
repudiation on account,

Pompey and Caesar are enemies now.

One only has to look at Cornelia.
Poor sad chicken, plucked and boiled.

Maybe Glabius will take me back.

We are well rid of him.

We'll find you somebody much
more worthwhile than Glabius.

I've been dishonored and shamed
before the whole city!

Nonsense! A girl from a good family
can never be dishonored

by a villainous little pleb like Pompey!

No...

it is I who has been made to look foolish.

- It is I who have lost face!
- I want him dead.

And that you shall have.

Pompey will eat sand for this.