All language subtitles for Rome.S01E09.1080p.Bluray.x265-HiQVE.eng

We should go.

Night is coming.

They sleep standing up, you know.

Elephants.

On account, once laid down,
they cannot rise again.

Is that so? I was not aware.

- We should go.
- Where?

Utica is not far.

Utica.

What's there for us?

Shelter. Food.

I need neither.

- Sleep, then.
- Sleep would be pleasant.

So...

Utica, then.

Dear me.

Really, Aquinas, is this
the best we can do?

No matter.

- Bring water for washing.
- And bread and wine.

I think I shall make
myself drunk tonight.

- Perhaps, just this once, you will join me.
- I think not.

Cheer up. We live.

- We do. We live.
- And where there's life, there's hope.

I'm afraid if we have done anything,
old friend, we've disproved that proverb.

Aquinas, this bread is stubborn.

Give me your knife.

Scipio...

you have a tolerant spirit.

If you can, you should...

- make peace with Caesar.
- I don't know about that.

- I shall do whatever you do.
- I wouldn't do that.

- Go your own way.
- Let's not discuss it now.

There'll be plenty of time
for such sad talk.

If you'll excuse me. I need to urinate.

There's a piss pot
through there, I believe.

Help!

Send them away.

Do it now.

Cut deep, boy.

Goodbye, sir.

We thank you so much.

We hope you have enjoyed
our humble efforts

on this happy day!

Happy day on which our glorious
father has returned!

Happy day on which
the Julian sun has risen

and banished Pompeyan night forever!

Happy day on which our brave soldiers

have come home to their families!

Happy day!

Happy day!

- Salve.
- Welcome back.

- Are you home for good now?
- I am.

No more soldiering for me.

It's nice, isn't it?

It is.

- Who are these?
- I bought them last year.

- Four slaves we have now?
- They were a good price.

On a soldier's wage?

The butcher shop paid for them
with plenty to spare.

The butcher shop?

Me and Lyde have made
a nice business out of it.

500 head a week sometimes.

Pigs mostly, but some sheep
and cows for the religious trade.

Eirene!

- It's good to see you.
- And to see you, master.

- You speak our words!
- If it pleases you.

It does. Of course it does.

- Can I get you anything?
- A bit of water would be nice.

I brought you something.

Here, let me.

Lovely.

"Parentalia begins on the Ides.

"Temples will be shut and
no weddings celebrated.

"Public festivals shall be
at the fifth hour in the Circus.

"Wine to be provided
by the Capitoline fraternity,

"and cakes by the Guild of Millers.

"The Guild of Millers uses
only the finest grains.

"True Roman bread, for true Romans."

The fat old bitch herself...

Must be good to be home.

What is it, two years you've been gone?

Are you still fucking my mother?

- When she'll have me.
- That would explain your excessive familiarity.

- Excuse me.
- That's all right.

I was merely curious, and you're correct.

It does feel good to be home.

My darling boy.

So handsome.

- Sister, I hope you're well.
- Let me hug you.

Come inside and wash.
Let's get rid of the stink of horse off you.

Timon, I'll see you later.

Please, Mother, we will be late.

We must not be late.
That would never do.

I do not want to go to dinner
any more than you do,

but Caesar has treated me extremely well,
and we must go if asked.

- Honor demands...
- Honor?

Not honor then, common sense.

I cannot ask mercy of Caesar,

accept rank and favor from him,
and then refuse his friendship.

What sort of man asks
for mercy in the first place?

I assure you, Mother,

I am not proud of myself.

I am not proud at all.

In lieu of a noble suicide,

you shall have to be content with that.

Bring me my shawl.

Please, do not come.
I shall make your excuses to Atia.

Certainly not. I will go.

Not to be there would be
seen as weakness.

Perhaps it will do you good to see him.

See that he is just a man.

The loss of his affection is not worth

this endless raging sorrow.

I feel neither rage nor sorrow.

My objection to Caesar
is purely political,

not personal.

The Pontic troops ran so fast,
I don't know if they ever stopped.

It is no wonder Pompey
took Pontus so readily.

- A child with a stick might have done so.
- What next, sir? Germany, perhaps?

I'm afraid I must put on
a triumph this next month,

and they're damnable beasts to organize.

Still, the people love a good parade.
We must not disappoint them.

How lovely to see you both.

- It's been far too long.
- We are joyful to be here.

- Joyful, indeed.
- Is this a mourning shawl?

It's very pretty. Has someone died?

A great many have died.

How true. But it's all over now,
and we're still alive.

It's not possible. Octavian?

Gods, you make me feel old.

Come.

It is the height of four men,
with a long neck like a goose,

spots like a leopard,
and the speed of a horse.

I don't believe it. A new Chimera.

I assure you, it is real. With any luck,
you may see one at my triumph.

I have been trying to bring one over
but the wretches keep dying.

- They do not like the sea.
- It all sounds very tiring.

After this infernal triumph is done
you must go to the country and relax.

I should like that, but then
my work begins in earnest.

I must begin putting
the Republic to rights.

Splendid notion. How shall you
proceed, do you suppose?

I have a few ideas,
but I am open to suggestion.

Yesterday, I saw Malchio
the baker in a litter.

A baker! I'd put a stop
to that sort of thing.

I shall have it looked into. Octavian?

How would you proceed, were you me?

- Proceed with?
- Putting the Republic to rights.

How to proceed.

I would start a large
programme of public works.

Employ citizens and free men,

repair the aqueducts, levee the river.

I would create at least 100 new senators,

that were my creatures,
not my secret enemies.

What is your point, Octavian?

Not you, Brutus, you're a man of honor.
I believe your capitulation is sincere.

- How nice of you to say so.
- I just had a thought.

Did not your man Aelius
Siculus die recently?

I'm afraid he did. In Thapsus, in fact.

Just so. You shall take his
seat at the pontiff's table.

Pontiff? So young?

I was not so much older
when I entered the college.

- True, but...
- I believe I have the authority

- to appoint whom I like.
- Yes.

This is a great honor.
Kiss your uncle's hand.

I kiss your hand, Uncle,
but I'd be an ill pontiff.

Don't be ridiculous.
You'll be a lovely pontiff.

You'll see to it, right?

I had rather thought
to concentrate on my poetry.

- He'll make a lovely pontiff.
- Poetry can wait.

It should not wait too long.

Poetry is a young man's calling.
Don't you think?

There's us with the walls
of Thapsus at our backs

and your father was just here.

Now, coming towards us on the plain
with all their legions, cavalry

and 900 war elephants,

Scipio and Juno.

"Hold fast," says General Caesar.
"Let the bastards come!"

- I'll do it.
- Don't, master.

- This is my work. Lady will be angry.
- Who's master?

...ballistas on the walls, so the front line
thinks they've been ordered to advance,

so before the officers can stop it, the whole
fucking army charges on Scipio's men.

Now, the elephants see us
come running and screaming

and they turn tail and charge
on their own lines.

Chaos!

Don't cry, it was just a game.

You must be bored,
sitting around here all day.

- I don't mind.
- You've been discharged a month.

I know.

There's no hurry.
We're all right for money...

But I can't be loafing
around here forever.

- You don't like the butchering trade?
- Shopkeeping?

It will give you something to do.

This is fine work for a prefect...

- Smells like old times.
- It does that.

- Remember the siege at Avaricum?
- You'll not learn a trade on your pugas.

There's plenty more carcasses to be hung.

That's my boy.

Tomorrow you'll have your money!

Let's take his nose off.

- Don't fuss.
- Stop that!

- Take it elsewhere.
- What's it to you, you bastard?

- It's bad for trade.
- And who the fuck are you?

- I am Lucius Vorenus.
- I know you.

Soldier boy, isn't it?
Up by the dye works, tasty wife.

Do not speak of my wife.
Get gone. That's an order.

No, no. Orders? No.

You're not a soldier now.
You're a fucking shopkeeper's clerk.

- You're dead, you are.
- Walk away now

and do not let me see you
on this street again.

Both of you. Dead.

Get back to your business.

You shouldn't have done that.
Those were Erastes Fulmen's people.

He won't take disrespect like that.

- You hit him.
- It was nothing.

Erastes Fulmen will kill you.

- He's just a crook.
- He used to be.

Since Pompey's gangs left, he's had
the run of the hill. He's a big man now.

- He kills whoever he wants!
- I'm no prole to be abused!

I was prefect in the evocati!

Caesar himself gave me a horse.

Thank you, sir.

I hope that dinner was not
too painful for you.

I'm used to pain. I don't mind it.

I wish you didn't care for him so much.

I wish I didn't care for you so much.

Stop.

That brother of yours has
become quite the pretty man.

- Caesar seems very fond of him.
- Very much.

- Mother claims Caesar took him for a lover.
- Really?

The cook said she heard them
going at it in a closet.

Octavian insisted it was not so.

He said the noises she heard were
some terrible affliction of Caesar's.

Mother wouldn't have it.
Once she gets an idea...

Affliction? What affliction?

- I don't know.
- Did he not say?

He was sworn to secrecy.

But he said terrible?
He said terrible affliction?

You must find out exactly
what this affliction is.

- Find out which god has cursed him.
- How can I do that? It's a secret.

You must find it out.
This is the weapon I seek.

With the gods' help, I can destroy him.

- Don't talk this way.
- Would you rather I lied to you?

I would rather you think of something
other than the destruction of my uncle.

I have never lied to you.
He still has some terrible hold over me.

I wish it were not so,
but he will not let go.

Will you ask your brother?

- Would that make you happy?
- Yes, it would.

What are you reading?

A guide to the interpretation of prodigies.

- Is it good?
- It's dull beyond conception.

To be a pontiff, I must be familiar
with their ludicrous jargon.

Mustn't let down Uncle.

I'm bored.

- I could read to you.
- If you like.

"Little sparrow, my lover's love,

"with whom she plays,
permits to lie within her lap,

"to nip her finger,
biting quickly with that bill,

"I should like to play with you as she
and soothe my troubled heart."

- Very nice.
- You do not like it?

No, you recite well, but...

I'm tired of poetry.

- Tell me a secret.
- A secret?

A shocking and dangerous
one that nobody knows.

I don't know any secrets like that.

I know.

What about Caesar and
his mysterious affliction?

- What affliction?
- Don't lie. The one you told Mother about.

It was nothing. I was just making it up.

- So you were lovers?
- Of course not.

Either you were lovers, or some god
has cursed Caesar, which is it?

- Sister, there are no gods.
- Don't be horrid.

There is doubtless a prime
mover of some sort,

but beings that look like us
and meddle in our affairs?

- Highly improbable.
- You don't trust me.

- I do trust you. You are my dearest friend.
- Then tell me!

Why this? What do you care
if Caesar has an affliction?

I don't care the slightest bit.

Only that it would be a terrible
secret and worth hearing.

And I doubt very much that you have any
terrible secrets of your own worth telling.

- You'd be wrong.
- Please, like what?

- I've tortured and killed a man.
- Liar.

Do you remember Lucius Vorenus?
One of the soldiers who rescued me in Gaul?

- You killed him?
- Of course not.

He has a wife who deceived him.

A child he thinks is his
daughter's son is in fact

his wife's child by a low
half-Greek butcher.

How sordid.

It was the butcher I killed.
Helped kill, anyway.

Bravo, I suppose.

You asked for a terrible secret.

Try again.

- What?
- Get out of the way!

Centurion!

Lucius Vorenus!

Lucius Vorenus!

Niobe, looking as lovely as ever.

Phyllis sends her best regards.

Very pretty family you have.

It's good to see you again after so long.

So, back from the wars.

Civilian life... Must be hard to adjust.

Different rules.

Different fucking rules!

My man Urbo here says
you slapped him in the face.

- Did you do that?
- I did.

Perfect example. Different rules.

You see, I'm allowed
to chastise my people.

Regular citizens like you are
not allowed to touch them.

If someone does touch them,
they have to be punished. Rules.

Get to your point.

This is the second time that Lucius
Vorenus has shown me disrespect.

Next market day at noon,
he will find me in the Forum.

He will kneel down before me.

He will kiss my feet and
he will apologize to me.

If he does not do this,
I will come here and kill him.

But before he dies, he will see
his wife and daughters raped.

And then I will burn down this building.

Hold.

- You've said your piece?
- I have.

Then leave now.

Good day to you.

So the wife of this Lucius Vorenus
is a whore. What's that to me?

I'm sorry, that's all he told me.

- He swears Caesar has no affliction.
- He's lying.

Is it not enough, then?
If Caesar has an affliction,

he has it and suffers,
whether you know it or not.

He suffers, but he is not destroyed.
You must get the truth from your brother.

- How? I tried.
- Try again.

Promise him something.

You do have something he wants.

A young man will tell his lover anything.

You can't be serious.

How can you...?

You know he wants you.

I would be betraying my brother.
I would be betraying my family.

Your family is a nest of snakes.
You have no obligations to them.

They are my family! They love me...

- As I love you.
- You call this love?

- I can't.
- Where are you going?

- Home.
- Don't go.

Your mother killed Glabius!

My people caught one of the men
that did it. One of Timon's men.

I'm sorry.

- Do as Lyde says.
- Mama, come with us.

- My place is here with your father.
- But what if you're killed?

Then you must stay in the country,
don't come back to the city.

You understand? Don't come back!

You'll be country girls.

Your cousin will find you good
handsome farmers to marry.

Go ask the gods for blessing.

Can't you get Vorenus
to do as Erastes asks?

- If you begged him...
- To kiss a man's feet?

I'd never ask such a thing,
and he'd never agree to it.

Always remember that you are children
of the Voreni, an old and respected name.

And always remember that we love you.

I love you very much. Now go on.

Go.

Goodbye, sister.

Eirene, are you going to leave
this mess on the table?

Please, Niobe, please, go with them.

I will not, and stop asking.

- Good bread, this.
- I bought the better kind.

Hang the expense?

Get back. Make way.

Run and hide.

Here comes the Consul Gaius Julius Caesar,
Son of Venus, Imperator of the Gallic Legions.

Salve, Lucius Vorenus.

- Your wife is very beautiful. Her name?
- Niobe, sir.

Rise, Niobe.

Would you honor us by drinking our water?

I'm happy to do so.

Please, sit.

I have always held you
in high regard, Vorenus,

and I am told you are a man
of respect among your people here.

- I hope so.
- That being so, I am come to ask you

to stand for magistrate
of Lower Aventine, on my slate.

Thank you.

Well?

I am deeply honored by your
presence here, sir, deeply honored.

But respectfully, I must decline.

So you still disapprove of my actions?

Sir, with respect,
your politics are not mine.

I am aware of that.

As a magistrate,
I would have to speak.

And you will not speak
in favor of a tyrant?

- I will not speak against my beliefs.
- Delicious.

You misjudge me. I am no tyrant.

I have taken dictator's powers legally.

And I will return those powers to the people
and the senate as soon as I am able.

I will not rest until Rome is
as it was in the golden age.

I cannot succeed alone.
Will you join me?

Hail Caesar! Hail!

A little more, I think.

No, the sleeves are fine,
leave those alone.

You just be careful what
you're doing with that pin.

Yes. Now, if you could go around
the side, at the hem, at the bottom,

that needs taking up a little bit there.

There. No, that's fine.

I don't know.
That just isn't working for me.

Were you looking
for anything in particular?

Not really.

- Do you have anything comical?
- I don't think so.

You.

- Why send him away? It's hot.
- I don't like that one. He looks at me.

- Does he? Have Castor beat him.
- Maybe I will.

- I'll call for another one.
- Don't.

It's nice to be alone.

Isn't it?

- I suppose.
- Come lie down with me.

Lie down with you? Why?

- I would like it.
- Why?

- Why not?
- I can think of several reasons.

When you were little, you would
come to my bed every night.

Not every night.
Only when I was scared.

- You were scared a great deal.
- I'm not scared now.

- Pretend.
- I have no skill at pretending.

I'm embarrassed now.

I thought you wanted me.

You're a man now, aren't you?

You can take what you want.

Brother, tell me something...

What do you mean, "Ah"?

Now comes the price.

- What?
- You're a virtuous woman.

You must know seducing
your own brother is wrong.

You and I are above such
petty social convention.

Incest is not merely wrong by convention.
It's wrong in essence.

It must be, else why so many idiots and
monsters among the children of incest?

- Don't.
- Don't worry.

It's unlikely I've seeded you.
Not with the moon in transit.

The point is, you wouldn't do such wrong out
of mere lust. You must have another purpose.

I suspect you shall renew your
strange interest in Caesar's health.

What have I done?

What have I done? What?

What have you done? Tell me.

Promise.

Promise you won't tell Mother.

Look at you.

You look like laundry.

There.

- Does it look well?
- Very well.

It feels strange.

No, don't, you'll dirty it.

Does it hang properly at the back?

I think so.

- Calm down, Mother, really.
- I have not even begun to get angry!

Enough! I am your son but not your child.

- You will not strike me any more.
- Will I not?

You fucked your sister,
you little pervert!

Don't tell me what I will and will not do!

- Be quiet!
- You wouldn't dare.

How could you do this to me?

- My own child.
- You killed my husband.

- I told you. I told you I didn't kill him!
- You're a liar.

Servilia caught one
of the men that did it.

- One of Timon's men.
- And where is this man?

Did you speak to him?

Look at me!

I swear on the spirits of my ancestors,

on the stone of Jupiter,
I did not kill your husband!

You abased yourself for a stupid lie!

- I don't know.
- Servilia is the liar, you fool!

She lied to turn you against me.

My poor lamb.

Eirene?

Coming, master.

Sit down. Have a drink with me.

My mother had hair like yours.

Grey eyes, though.

Big grey eyes.

Slave... on one of those farms up north.

Smelled of pine trees.
Worked in the wood yards, probably.

That's what I think.
Explains the pine smell.

Don't know who my father was.
Just another slave, probably.

Some timid cunt shovelling shit
with a collar round his neck

who didn't have the courage
to die like a man.

I'd cut my fucking heart
out of my chest and eat it

before I knelt down to anybody!

- Cunt!
- Quiet!

Keep it down!

Suck my cock, the lot of yous!

I'm Titus Pullo, right?

Right?

Right, master.

You're a good girl.

You don't smile much, though.

You want me to smile?

I want you to be happy.

That's better.

Have some wine.

Come here.

Closer.

Take off your dress.

- What's the hat for?
- Yom Kippur.

- Is that today?
- You call yourself a Jew?

What, are you my Rebbe now?

Move!

No!

Quick, grab her!

- Strip her!
- No!

Somebody help her!

Goddess protect me.

My goddess will protect me.

My goddess... keep and protect me...

No!

Let's go!