All language subtitles for Boudica Rise Of The Warrior Queen 2019ENG

Thanks to the spirits for
preserving us once again.

I give this sword
from the living...

to the dead...

and those to come.

Don't be frightened.

I won't harm you.

Come.

Come.
Come closer.

You know me.

What?

You think I was dead?

Great warriors never die.

Come.

Come with me.

I'll show you what
it was like to be alive.

I'll show you the way
we were in the great days,

How I became what
I am...

Britain's warrior queen,

I was married to the great
warrior king Prasutagus,

We had two fine daughters...

Isolda, beautiful,
gentle as a deer...

and Siora, fierce,
a little wildcat,

Dervalloc! Dervalloc!

We had just defeated
all our enemies,

Prasutagus!

And I was happy that the gods
had preserved...

the land that had nourished
our ancestors...

and that we would hand
on to our children,

And I was full of pride and
love for my people...

my daughters...

and my warrior
husband and king,

Then the Romans came
to our land.

Halt!

Look at that.

They're like mad dogs.

Well, they're Celts, aren't
they, sir?

When they can't find anyone else
to fight, they fight each other.

We'll tame 'em soon enough...

like we tamed 'em in Gaul.

You have to admire them,
though, in a way.

As animals, I mean.

You'll be looking forward
to going home, I dare say.

Not me, sir.
I'm gonna settle here.

They give you a farm,
local slaves to work it for you.

The expat life. It's the future.

Form up.

It's just bloody kids again.

We want to build a true
partnership here.

We'll work together to subdue
all the surrounding tribes...

thus extending
Prasutagus' kingdom...

and allowing it to flourish without
the threat of bloody conflict.

Well, I say we kill these
Romans now.

Send them back to their
Emperor in pieces.

Hold still.
Hold your tongues.

Dervalloc,
these are our guests...

and I will not suffer them to be
threatened and insulted.

Our people are poets.

When Dervalloc speaks
of killing...

he means using reason to defeat
your arguments.

When he speaks of sending
you home in pieces...

he means something
quite harmless I'm sure.

Yes, but there have been
outbreaks of violence...

outrageous incidents of cowardly
terrorism against Roman citizens.

You forget that no treaty
exists at present.

What you call terrorism,
we call defending our home.

Connach. Siora.
My younger daughter. Come.

Where did you get that?

We, found it in the forest.

You should tell your soldiers to
look after their property better.

If you think the Emperor will
tolerate any more...

All right, Catus.
All right, Catus!

Incidents...

Thank you. I think you're
absolutely right, my dear.

Do you think we might have
a brief word in private?

Don't say one word.

I think it's best to be absolutely
straight about this, sir.

At the moment we're not talking
to anybody else.

We really want to make
this deal with you.

But make no mistake
if we can't...

we'll have to make it
with one of the other tribes.

Now I'd personally regret
that very much.

But not as much as you
would, if you follow me.

Between you and me, if you
don't play ball on this...

we'll team up with your enemies and
wipe you off the face of the earth.

Easier said than done, Roman.
I'm sure.

And a terrible waste of effort
and money...

and materials, not to say lives.

But I'm sure it won't come to
that.

Well, I think that's it.
Thank you very much.

And thanks to your lovely wife
for her excellent hospitality.

What do you think?

Should I have let Dervalloc
ride them down and kill them?

No.
They were our guests.

You gave them your word.

And perhaps peace is
the best way...

if they offer us their
protection.

Who do we need
protection from but them?

They offer us protection from
themselves, that's what they do.

I don't want them on our land
like Magior does or Dervalloc.

Then send to them tomorrow.

Tell them this is our land and
we'll fight for every last inch.

They know how we can fight.

It won't be worth it to them to
take us on, they'll go elsewhere.

They will join the Brigantes and
the Brannovici instead.

Well then let them.

We've beaten the Brigantes before,
and the Brannovici.

But not both at the same time.
Not with the Romans on their side.

Then all the more glory to us
when we defeat them now.

Or if we die,
we die a glorious death.

How many times have I heard you
say that before going into battle?

Death isn't glorious.

I've seen too much of it
to believe that any more.

I've had enough.

Every night, every time I close
my eyes I see them.

Men I've loved, crucified,
disemboweled...

Vico, Taruco,
Dessillus, Connach.

Children spitted on stakes.

Boudica, I can hear
them screaming.

Yes. But we avenged them.

I'm sick of killing, Boudica.

I won't...

I can't go into battle any more.

Come.
Come to bed.

Come.

You're the greatest of all
the warrior kings.

You are the bravest.

Whatever you decide to do
will be the right thing.

We'll make this treaty work,
I promise you.

Magior. What do you want?

What do you want?
And how much do you want it?

Say what you mean.
You know what I mean.

The King has lost
his will to fight...

otherwise he would never have made
this treaty with the Romans.

Everything we are rebels
against it.

Our land cries out for blood,
Dervalloc.

Blood of sacrifice,
blood of battle.

Why say this to me?

Prasutagus is King of the
Iceni, not me.

How did he get his crown?
He took it.

Like every Iceni king,
he took it...

by challenge, in a fair fight.

And now, a new champion
is needed, Dervalloc.

He saved my life. Not once
but scores of times.

I will never raise my sword
against him.

Think what you would gain.

Think who you would gain.

I've seen your eyes upon her.

And the gods see everything.

You can have Boudica,
Dervalloc. You can have her.

It is foretold.

Who's there?

Show yourself.

What are you doing here?

We are warriors. We should be
fighting the Romans...

not letting them walk all over us,
farm us like cattle.

And you don't believe in this
treaty any more than I do.

Don't you tell me what
I believe.

You think that swinging your sword
is enough to being a warrior king?

There's an art of peace
as well as an art of war.

And my husband is skilled
in both.

There'll be no peace with
these Romans.

How dare you question his
judgment? And mine?

Your duty is to help us make
this treaty work.

How?
By licking Roman arches?

I am a warrior...

and you have no need
for warriors any more.

My Lord...

I ask your blessing
to leave this place.

- Leave?
- Where would you go?

I've heard there's good
fighting across the water in Gaul.

You know nothing of the world
but what you learnt here.

Then it's time I learnt more.

Then go.

We shall be sorry to lose you,
Dervalloc.

If this thing with the Romans
goes wrong...

there'll be no need to call
for me, I'll be here.

Prepare to welcome...

Tiberius Claudius Germanicus...

Emperor of Rome.

Yes, yes, get on with it.

It's just I get so terribly stiff.

It's all right, Catus,
it's all right.

It's all right.

That's their Emperor?

He looks like a field mouse.

I suppose it's better
than walking.

You should probably kneel.
Yes, I think he'd appreciate it.

The Emperor's divine, you see.

Prasutagus and Boudica.

Technically he's a god.

We have our own gods.
We kneel to no man.

Of course, why should you?

Come, come, come, let me,
let me take your hand.

It's such an honor to meet you.

And your queen.

It's very, very good of you...

to receive us.

I particularly wanted to be here
in person to meet you.

I'd heard so much about
your prowess.

And your wisdom and generalship
and so on.

It's a shame to be at war
all the time, though, isn't it?

Well, no, no, no,
no, that's perhaps to insult...

a whole culture based
on the warrior ideal.

By the way is it always
so, so chilly here?

No, no, no, no, don't
touch the Emperor's body.

Don't, don't be so ridiculous,
Catus. Thank you, my dears.

A gift from our people.

Yes, thank you.
It's very nice indeed.

Interesting fragrance.

Wolf. Brings strength
to the wearer.

Strength to the wearer.

Well, that would be wonderful...

if only it were... Do you think
we might go inside now?

Of course, if you wish it.
Thank you, my dear.

I think that what we need to do
is listen to each other, don't you?

Find out what we really feel...

how we can help each other.

You don't trust us yet,
I know that.

But I think you will,
in the long run.

Severus and young Catus
can work out all the details...

about grain storage.

I'm a broad strokes sort of a man,
and I imagine you are too.

Fight!

Where do you stand on
intermarriage, by the way?

I think there's a lot to be said
for it.

Strengthens the stock
as well as promoting friendship.

And you know, you have some
very fine women here.

Please don't take
offense, my dear.

I mean it as a compliment.

I really do want us
to be friends.

You shouldn't be here.
If my mother knew...

Don't be frightened.

Our people should be friends.

Our Emperor commands it.

Then perhaps we should.

Is it true your gods live here?

ln the mists at the water's edge?
Yes, it's true.

They are watching us now.

Do they want us to be friends?

I don't know.

I think they see we mean
no harm.

Isolda.

Relax, Catus.

Your opinion won't be
required here today.

In fact, none of the senators knows
who you are.

One day they will,
my Lady.

I'm sure they will, Catus.
Yes, I'm sure they will.

Nero, at last. Your uncle has been
expecting you this last hour.

What have you been doing?
Don't say it, I don't want to know.

Give your mother a kiss.

God, look at him.
No, no, I can...

What does he think he looks like?

Hello, uncle.

Nero, my boy.

God, you stink.

Some people would say that.
So, how was Britain?

Did you bring back any good
slaves for the circus?

No. Early days for that.

Didn't really like to go into the
more unpleasant details.

They're charming people,
but awfully touchy.

For God's sake, they're a
conquered race, aren't they?

We could do what we like
with them.

With respect, sir,
that's the whole point.

The pact states we don't have
to bother conquering them.

And between ourselves,
that might prove difficult.

Difficult?

Let me go over there, uncle.
I'd show them what's what.

I don't think you're quite ready
to govern a province yet, Nero.

And besides you're far too
precious to us, my dear.

We need you by our
side.

Catus Decianus.

You are young, but you have
learnt much from Severus.

We are minded to make you
Procurator of Taxes in Britain.

If you can emulate Severus'
firmness and...

tact and charm...

you will do very well.

My Lord.

This is so unfair!

Nero. Nero, come...

Now he's upset.

He's always upset about
something.

Well it's his age.
I'll go to him.

Every time.

"You're not ready yet,
my dear Nero."

Spastic old buffoon.

I mean, how much
longer do I have to wait?

I know, darling.

You're right, it's most unfair,
he's being quite impossible.

Now come and lie down.
Don't upset yourself.

Come on, have a little rest.

I can't because I'm too
angry to rest.

You're magnificent in
your wrath, Nero.

Come on, you know
it settles you.

There.

He's a... he's a bloody fool.

He's going to lose the Empire.
He ought to.

Should crucify a few of them,
set an example.

Yes. Yes, you're right,
darling.

You know I'd like to
crucify him.

That might be a little... Nero.
You're beside yourself today.

When do I get to be Emperor?

When do I get to be Emperor?

Don't worry, darling.

Mummy's thinking.

Talorcan brings silver work
and grain.

Good. Next.

You'll find that your corn will
last longer in our grain stores...

and then you can draw on
it as necessary.

It's the economy of scale, you see,
that's the beauty of it.

You ask too much
and you take too much.

Boru presents the Emperor
with cured furs.

No, my Lord, you know as well
as I do our management charges...

are very conservative when you take
the benefits into consideration.

Durio brings grain.

It's not enough.

Brin presents silver work.

What?

You know what, my Lady,
this shames us and our people.

It outrages our gods.

This is your King's decision,
don't disrespect it.

I have a deeper allegiance,
so do you. Remember it.

So far so good. Now,
where are the volunteers?

What volunteers?

I thought all this had been clear.
The guest workers...

for our various enterprises
and for Rome itself.

We never agreed to this.
We send no slaves.

You can go back to your Emperor
and tell him that.

I think your wife has got
hold of the wrong idea.

Women don't always grasp
these things so easily.

Nobody mentioned slaves,
my Lady.

The volunteer scheme is a
tremendous opportunity...

for your young men, and women, to
experience travel, study and life...

at the very heart of our
great Empire.

Opportunities to dig your
ditches, I have heard...

service your brothels and
die in your circuses.

Really, that's a gross
exaggeration.

And who makes decisions here?
Prasutagus or his queen?

We send no slaves.

No slaves. No slaves.

I don't think you understand.
This is non-negotiable.

We must have those 'volunteers'.

We'll let it go this time...

but next quarter you'll offer them
up or we'll choose them for you.

Remember, this time we steal.

But if you have to fight,
then kill them.

Now go to your places.

Come back.

Useless!

What do you know of this? This
was Connach's doing, wasn't it?

I order you to send him to me.
- He wouldn't come.

He says he's the King of the Iceni
now, not you.

Fight your own daughter, you're
too scared to fight the Romans.

No! You never speak to your
father like that again.

Bow your neck to him.

Do it!

Go.

Now what?

Find Connach and punish him.

Make reparations to the
Romans for the offenses.

How long is this to go on?

Even our children see it.

These Romans will take and
take and take...

until they've swallowed us whole,
like a snake with a rabbit.

Don't you see, woman...

Get Magior, quickly.
Quickly!

Who does this Prasutagus think
he is?

He won't send slaves,
he harbors terrorists.

Catus should simply go in there
and nail him to a cross...

and see how he likes that. And that
ginger whore of a queen of his.

Prasutagus is doing his best
in a very difficult situation.

No, he's making us look like
fools, uncle.

No, no, no, no.
We can't expect...

There will always be incidents.

It's in the very nature
of the peace process.

Don't exhaust yourself,
Claudius. Here, sip this.

I made it with my own hands.

This is very
kind, Agrippina.

I'm not sure...

Tastes a bit strange.

You know, I'm not feeling
quite a thing at all.

We were talking about Britain,
uncle.

Yes. So we were.

Let me take an army over.

Brute force is the only language
these savages understand.

You have to understand...

these things take time.

And that's it?

That's your considered response
to acts of terrorism?

Well how very awe inspiring.

Well...

What?

What are you all staring at?

Nero...

I think he's gone.

Quickly, quickly.

Magior's here, my love.

He can't hear you.

Will this bring him back?

It has the power to restore
our leader.

Let me near him.

Now, my Lord.

My love. My love.

Now he sees his father.

And his father's father.

And all his ancestors.

Now he goes to join them...

at their long feast.

You did this.

It was the gods.

Power had to pass to the one
who can use it best.

He was a great man,
be proud of him.

Nero! Nero! Nero!

God, mother, they love me.

The love of the people, one
simply can't get too much of it.

And you know what?

I think it's almost
better than a mother's love.

Prasutagus is dead, Majesty.

Dead?

The cannibal king.
Excellent.

That should
simplify a few things.

I can't imagine Catus having
trouble dealing with a woman.

As I recall it, she was rather
more astute than her husband.

For God's sake, Severus.
We're talking about a woman.

Soft, squidgy,
half a brain.

Yes, all right, mother,
present company accepted.

Boudica and the priest could be
quite tricky to handle, Majesty.

Yes. Priests, Druids...

that so called religion of nature.
It's warped, deranged, crazy.

And I'll tell you something,

they're worse than the bloody
Christians.

We should go in there and take
them out, every last one of them.

And then the ordinary decent
Celts, there must be some...

would realise where their own
best interests lie...

contributing to the wealth
of the Empire.

Sharing in our prosperity.

We should make them
build a temple...

where they can worship
their Emperor.

A brilliant idea,
Your Imperial Majesty.

Nero, darling, you're not
a god. Well, not yet anyway.

Why don't you get them to build a
temple for your Uncle Claudius?

Uncle Claudius?

I am sick of being told what
a great politician he was.

He was weak!

It's down to him we have
all these problems now!

Perhaps, Majesty, this temple,
a stroke of genius...

could be temporarily assigned
to the Emperor God Claudius...

and then, when your godhead
'comes through', as it were...

the temple could be
rededicated to the God Nero.

The great God Nero. The
greatest of all god emperors.

As you so justly put it,
Majesty.

All right, then.

But let's leave them in no doubt
that things are going to change.

This Empire is under new
management now.

No!
Get off me!

I promise you, your daughters
will be returned to you safe...

and Catus will make
reparations for this outrage.

I will go to the Roman camp
myself.

I will take my own daughters,
and we will have justice.

We welcome Boudica of the
Iceni, and her daughters.

We understand that you have
something to say to us. Be brief.

You know why we've come here.

We demand the return of the
girls who were taken two days ago.

The taking of slaves was
never part of our agreement...

and yet your men come into our
village and snatch them.

What kind of a leader are you to
allow such an outrage?

I want to see the men who did
this punished...

and I want to see
those girls here now...

untouched, unharmed.

By what authority do you speak
here, woman?

As Queen of the Iceni,
heir to Prasutagus...

..as leader of my people.
- Have you read his will?

No, I thought not.

Let her see it.

- What's this?
I forgot. You can't read, can you?

- Well, let me summarize it for you.
Let me see it, mother.

"I, Prasutagus, being of sound
mind", et cetera, et cetera...

"give half of my kingdom to
my wife and daughters...

and half in keeping
with the Emperor of Rome".

Are you keeping up there?

Or perhaps you'd like your
sweetheart to help you?

Can you read this?

It says what he says.

I don't believe you. My husband
would never have signed that..

I am Queen now and
I say what happens in my land.

I don't think so.

- Not any more.
Then the treaty's over.

You will leave our land and
you will go home where you belong.

Yes, before we cut off your
head and hang it from a...

I think you'll find you're in
no position to make threats.

I anticipated this disappointing
conclusion to our talk.

Take them outside.

No, you listen to me!

Mother!

You will pay for this!
And gag her.

Siora!

Leave her alone!

Mother.

It really is important that I
have your full attention.

The Emperor has been patient...

but his patience has finished with
open acts of terrorism...

which you have done
nothing to control.

You have abused the privileges
of a client kingdom...

and now you will see what it is
to be a subject people.

Obey the laws of Rome...

and you will leave peacefully
and reap the benefits.

Defy us and you will reap
the whirlwind.

You have to understand this.

You are worth nothing...

and we can do what we
like with you.

To make sure
that's perfectly clear...

I've decided upon some exemplary
disciplinary measures.

The mother to be flogged,
and the daughters to be raped.

Be patient, Didius.
Wait your turn.

Well, are they tied?
Begin.

No, please.

Mum!

Get up.

Get up.

My brave girl.

My brave girl.

You can.

You can get up.
Yes, you can.

You can show them.

You can show me.

Yes, you can.

You can show me.

Come.

My brave girl.

My brave daughter.

Nothing they can do
to us can hurt us. Nothing.

Now, you're going to stand.

No tears.

No tears!

You're my warrior girls.
No tears.

No shame.

Now we're gonna walk home.

Boudica...

take this message
back to your people.

Nobody defies Rome
with impunity.

The treaty is over.

They say we are
a subject people now.

We are worth nothing.

They can do what
they like with us.

They killed my warriors.

They raped my daughters,
Magior.

And sealed their own fate in
doing so.

Yes.

Yes!

I rip the seeds of the invaders
from the belly of your daughter.

I rip the seeds of the invader from
the belly of your daughter.

Behold Boudica,
Queen of Britain.

Welcome to the Chiefs of the
Brannovici, Segusiani.

- What do you want with us?
- We want to help you, Boudica.

Come under our protection...

the Romans will not harm
you again.

We fight our own battles here,
Arcon.

But if you want to help us,
you can submit to my leadership.

Fight under a woman?

I don't think so.

Then see what we do to the
Romans, and think again.

Now you leave my village.

As you wish.
No hard feelings.

You may change your
mind later.

Our offer stays
open, Boudica.

And so does mine!

Vultures. I'll pick their
bones before they pick mine.

You'll lead them in battle
before this year is out.

Good.

Good. Siora.

Isolda!

What do you think?

That horse is far too good for him
and wants confiscating.

Do you reckon he might accidentally
die while resisting arrest?

Yeah, often the way.

We'll draw lots for the horse
after we've finished him.

Who goes there? Stop where
you are and get down.

Do you not understand?
Are you deaf or what?

This is our land, not yours.

This track here.

This is the place
where we will join you.

I thought you might have
some work for me.

I have.

I brought you some
spare horses.

Can't have too many
horses, I always say.

Thank you.

Hey, Dervalloc, it's all right
to kill Romans again.

Well, that's a relief. I made a
start on the way over here.

Come one.

Only the best and
the swiftest for this.

They'll be dead before
they know we're there.

But Catus Decianus shall know.

I want him to be looking into
my eyes when we kill him.

I'm sure that can be arranged.

Good.

Prasutagus was a great king.
The greatest fighter I ever saw.

Yes...

and I loved him all the
days of his life.

I think it's time we reduced
the garrison...

Get the men back
to work on the temple.

They've been idle for a week
now.

It's all over,
nothing will happen.

Best to be sure.

- What?
- Best to be sure.

You're seriously believe
she'll come back for more?

I don't know.

She's made herself a laughing
stock amongst her own people.

Read my lips...

they're not coming.

Did you hear something?

No, not a thing.

This bloody awful country,
it gets to your nerves.

Summer, winter,
you're chilled to the...

Let me warm it up for you.

Catus.
They're here... the Iceni.

Arm yourself!

The Romans won't bear a
disgrace like this.

Even so far away.

They'll come after us with
their strongest and their best.

It'll take time
but they'll come.

And we'll defeat them like
we did last night.

They'd be too strong for us.

This is our home.
Everything we are is here.

We should talk with the other
tribes.

Boudica, we have a greater
enemy now.

So the great Queen Boudica
refuses our help...

now asks for it after bringing down
the wrath of the Empire.

Why should we help?
It's not our quarrel.

We have wasted many years fighting
amongst ourselves.

We have a real enemy now...

sucking our lifeblood,
starving our people...

taking our best young men
and women into slavery.

Talk is cheap.

How will you fight them
when they come after us?

Why wait?
Why wait for them to come here?

Catus is fled to Camulodunum.
We can take him there.

Camulodunum is not a camp.

It's a big city with streets,
with houses...

And a temple to
the false god Claudius...

built with the blood
of slave labor...

on our sacred soil.

We will take Camulodunum.

Kill all the Romans,
free the slaves.

And then we'll move on
to London.

Rich pickings there.

Are you with us?

The Brannovici will join you.

And the Segusiani.

Every time I close my eyes
I see that man Catus...

watching his soldiers do to me
what he longed to do himself.

When we catch him...

I want you to set me on fire...

and then let him embrace me
and burn to death so.

My love.

You're not meant to die.
You're going to live and be happy.

All this pain and
sorrow will pass.

Kill Romans and
stay alive yourself.

Show them
they can't hurt you.

But I am hurt, Siora.

Magior?

You'll have a long life,
Isolda...

and have children of
your own...

and have great joy
of them.

All this is foretold.

And what about me?

Will I have children, too...
and a long life?

That knowledge is hidden.

Come here.

Magior doesn't know everything.

None of us does.

The best we can do is live every
moment of our lives to the full.

Yes?

Yes.

Now...

you go, find Connach.

And you get ready to fight.

Romans, you are damned.

You have wakened the terrible
anger of our gods and ancestors.

And they will show you no mercy.

We will crush your bones
into the land you have desecrated.

We will slit your veins and
watch the blood burst from you...

and shower down upon our soil.

We will swallow you up...

and our strong, green shoots'll
spring where you once stood.

See your gods tremble and fall
before the wrath of Boudica!

Ridiculous.

Hold firm!

Hold firm.

Hold firm, hold firm.

These cursed children, again.

Please. Please.

Please!

All of them?

All of them.

My Lord...

Suetonius is here.

At last.

Your Imperial Majesty...

What the hell is going on
in Britain?

My understanding is that Boudica
has taken Camulodunum...

massacred virtually the whole
of the expatriate community...

and freed the slaves, most of
whom have joined her army.

She's managed to unite the warring
tribes under her leadership...

so divide and rule is off the
agenda for the foreseeable future.

She must be quite a woman.

I see.

And where were you
when all this was happening?

In Anglesey,
at your express orders...

if you remember, to put down the
Druids and their followers there.

And you managed to do that,
did you?

Yes. Not without difficulty,
Majesty.

Not without difficulty?

A gang of mad British priests?

The madness is the problem. They
don't know when they're beaten.

It was as if we had to kill each
one of them twice.

But it's done now.

So, what now?

Any suggestions?

Withdraw from Britai
altogether, Majesty.

Leave it to Boudica.

After all, what is it?
A small island cold damp.

The people have always
been incurably warlike.

And now, under Boudica,
they're ten times worse.

Well, leave her to it.

We can do five times as well
in Africa...

with a very similar outlay
of manpower.

That's my considered opinion.

That's your considered
opinion?

Would you like to know
what I think of...

your considered opinion?

I think it's a piece of shit.

That's the kind of drivel you get
when you ask a soldier to think!

Has it not occurred to you that if
we leave Britain to the Britons...

we'll show to the rest of the world
that Rome can't hack it any more?

Pretty soon every hairy arsed bandit
from the northern territories...

is gonna fancy his chances.

before we know where we are,
I'm just another...

I'm just...

Listen to me, I want you to go over
there to put down this rebellion.

Bring that red headed
bitch back with you...

so she can be paraded through
the streets of Rome, dead or alive.

Have I made myself clear?
Admirably clear, Majesty.

Good. Can you do it?

We'll probably have to
surrender London to her, though.

Excellent.
That'll frighten her.

It will make her over-confident.

In any case,
there's no alternative.

We can't match her in street
fighting or guerrilla warfare.

I need to engage her in a
classic infantry battle...

on an open plain.

I'll have to use your best legions
and I expect many casualties.

In my view, an unacceptable
level of casualties.

The Roman Army may never be
the same again.

And we're already dangerously
overstretched.

But if you think it's worth it,
I can promise you a victory.

Thank you. Cos that's all
I wanted to hear.

Now go over there
and cut the bitch to ribbons.

All men die, Isolda.

All women, too.

Our lives are over in a moment.

Like a bird that flies out of the
darkness into a bright hall...

full of light and noise and
merriment.

And then out again
into the darkness of eternity.

But in that moment we can do
great things.

We can make ourselves
remembered forever.

And by all the gods, we will!

He's gone!

Suetonius has gone.
He's left London.

It's ours. It's all ours
for the taking.

- Where's he gone?
- North.

He wouldn't give us a city for
nothing.

If he's going north, he'll be
meeting with other legions...

building up his army.
We have to follow him now...

catch him before
he's ready to fight.

Steady, Boudica.

As your girl says, London is
there for the taking.

. food, women, gold.

My men have come a long way
for this.

I say we take London now.

You came into this under my
leadership, Arcon.

Accept my judgment.

Honestly I'm getting a little tired
of your judgments and leadership.

The Brannovici are for taking
London...

and you Iceni can stay
with us or go on as you like.

You ignorant fool.
Do you understand nothing?

Get your hands off me!
You know I'm right!

Every day we lose makes
Suetonius stronger.

- Why don't you tell them?
They won't move.

Those that have just joined us need
their taste of victory, too.

And we need to eat.

Boudica, if you go against them
now, you'll lose them.

We take London,
burn it to the ground.

Then we take Suetonius and
we burn him the same way.

Boudica. Boudica.

This is what happens...

when boys stop listening to
their mothers.

The whole Empire is in tatters.

She's made a laughing
stock of you.

First she takes Camulodunum,
then London.

Now Verulamium.
Where is it all going to end?

Even Suetonius is on the run.

Go on, mother.

And you loll about in bed with
your whore of a wife.

Nero, Ne...

Any more, mother?

No?
Thank God for that.

Peace at last.

We'll take her here.

This is where the Roman Empire
stands or falls.

What a primitive way of
settling disputes.

All that slaughter.

Better to toss a coin then
we could all go home.

Then you and I would be
looking for employment, sir.

Do us good. I'd like to learn
to build a straight wall.

Look at them.

They're fighting this war to save
their people...

keep the right
to their own land...

to preserve their religion
and the right to practice it.

And we're fighting it
because we're here...

and it's our job..

Professional pride really.

Not enough, is it?

- I'll turn in now.
Goodnight, sir.

And a glorious victory
for the Emperor tomorrow.

Quite.

They're in good heart,
your warriors.

They've waited a long time
for this the big battle.

What shall we do with
ourselves when it's done?

I should like to see what it's
like to live in peace.

Not even fight with our
neighbors?

We'd grow fat and idle.

There might be worse things
than that.

I look at my daughters...

Siora, who thinks
of nothing but killing.

And Isolda.

She's hurt in her heart and
she holds me to blame.

I feel so bad when
I look at her, Dervalloc.

Come.

You've done great things,
Boudica.

Your daughters
should be proud of you.

You live the life that's in you,
all of it.

After tomorrow,
when we beat them...

will you stay?

What, and live like a farmer?
Growing cabbages...

and chewing on a twig
and talking about the glory days?

And be my lover.

No more wars?

Maybe.

It wouldn't be me.

I thought you'd say that.

- What will you do then?
- Go back across the water.

Kill Romans until one
of them kills me.

It's a good life, and it'll be
a good death too.

Join me.

This might be our last night
together.

Yes. Just like every night.

Let's make it a good one.

My brave warriors!

Today we face
a mighty Roman Army.

They are strong.

But we are stronger.

Their weapons and their wealth
will not protect them.

They are no match
for our fierce hearts...

our courage, our passion.

And they never will be.

You may die today,
and I may die..

But we will do so in good heart.

And if you find yourself on
the tip of a Roman sword...

you look into his eyes and laugh!

For he can never kill you.

Shed one drop of blood
on this land...

and you live in the place
you love forever.

Here, with your ancestors,
reaching back into the past.

And with your children
stretching far out into the future.

We are part of one another.

Always.

Eternally.

We cannot lose!

We shall have our victory!

You are the best soldiers in
the world.

You have the best training...

and the best armor,
and the best weapons.

Defeat is simply
impossibility..

I guarantee it.

It will be hard work
for us today...

because they will fight
to the death.

But it will be their deaths,
not ours, in the end.

Courage and valor!

Courage and valor.

Don't worry, mother.

I'm ready.

Remember what Magior said.

You'll live long.
You'll love again.

You'll bear many children.
You'll be a queen.

I am happy to be here.
Just watch me fight.

And die a warrior's death
and meet my love again.

Death to the enemy!

Now!

And now.

And now.

And now.

Isolda!

Boudica. We've got
to cut through and regroup!

My horse.

Boudica...

my name is
Gaius Suetonius Paulinius...

and I command the Roman Army.

You fought bravely,
but you cannot win this battle.

I am willing to accept
your surrender now...

to avoid further loss of life.

Your lands will, of course
be confiscated.

I would like to guarantee your
safety and that of your warriors...

but, regrettably, that depends
on the whim, on the wishes...

of the Emperor of Rome.

Do you think for a moment
I'd accept these conditions?

No, but I wanted to give you
the chance.

And to salute you
as a worthy opponent.

If it were up to me,
we would never have come here.

Salve.

Get up.

Get up.

Come.

The gods have
things for you to do.

That was the beginning
of her story, Isolda...

my daughter...

and nobody will ever hear it...

because we don't write our
stories down,