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Bye.

so so

Thank you.

I want music. Bring the flute down.

Down with the gripes, Domina.

The lyre player, then.

He died last Lupercalia, Domina.

I have been looking for a replacement.

But they are very expensive at the moment.

But there's no music at all.

Althea sings well.

Does she?

Althea.

Sing something.

I don't... Don't mumble.

Do you know Crown of Sappho?

Yes, Dominar.

Well, go on then.

me so my say may my psyche

Poison. It must have been it.

Ha! You did it. I did.

I swear.

One of father's litter bearers. It was beastly fun.

Penis like a horse.

I don't want to wait. Come on. I don't know why you're so scared of her. She

seems harmless enough to me. You don't know.

What was that?

What's her name again?

Jocasta.

She's a bad influence.

Oh, I say.

What are you doing?

Who is this?

One of the servants tried to poison me.

What have you been doing to the servants that they want to murder you? Nothing.

This is Sevilia's work.

With Antony gone, she thinks she can just do as she pleases.

If you know it's her, why are you torturing him?

Because it isn't a legal confession unless there's torture.

You want to take Sevilla to court?

No.

I'm going to kill her.

And if I get taken to court for it, then I can always claim it was self-defence.

I'm thinking ahead, you see.

This is wrong in so many ways, I don't know where to start. Well, what would

you have me do?

Who would protect us if I didn't?

No, don't go. I need you as an independent witness.

Take her away.

Timon, is this going to take all night?

He's out again.

Bring him round.

Give me a name, boy.

Give me a name and I will spare your life.

You want to live, don't you?

Tell me then, for your life.

Sevilla.

Sevilla.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

After you've killed him.

Dispose of the body discreetly.

Forgive me.

I did not know the boy was corrupt.

I will take my life if I must, but... Please know that I've been faithful.

Damn blood.

It stained my dress.

I was misled, and I failed you miserably.

Punish me as you see fit.

It would serve you right to be gelded.

As you wish, Domina. And I would, you know, if eunuchs were not so

unfashionable. Let's just forget about the whole thing.

Thank you, Domina.

Thank you.

Just get up, you silly man.

Next time you want a boy, buy one at the market.

Any fool knows not to pick one up from the streets.

Thank you, darling.

Go.

And bring me some bread and cheese.

I'm absolutely starving.

What's your name, friend?

I'm not your friend.

Man's got a right to know the name of his murderer.

Tymon.

You're a Jew, ain't you?

That's not a Jew name.

Well, that's my name for business purposes.

Listen, sir. Oh, don't bother.

Seville is just as rich as your woman there.

She'll pay you good money if you spare me.

Well, I doubt it.

What good are you to her now?

She's very fond of me.

She loves me practically.

She loves me.

I expect she'll get over it.

Here we are.

Please, I have money of my own.

I'll pay you whatever.

Please, don't kill me.

Please, I beg you. I'm only 16.

We're done for the night, boss.

I got the woman waiting.

Huh?

Yes.

We're done.

See you later then, huh?

They will protect us.

What is that?

Nothing.

Business.

Business? Can you not at least wash off your business before returning home?

Boy, I'm not ashamed of it.

Children, go and play outside.

Stay where you are.

Brother. I'm the father, not you.

You don't tell my children what to do.

Go. Go!

It's all right, baby. He's probably just tired.

What?

Speak, then. Tell me. Look at yourself.

Look at what you have become.

You are an animal. My righteous brother.

Did he tell you of his righteous life back in Judea, eh?

Did you tell her about that, brother? I changed my ways.

Thieving, gambling, chasing whores. Stop it. It's the truth.

Oh, are you going to start speaking the truth now because that I would find

interesting?

No?

I didn't think so.

She deserves better.

Too bad for her, then. This is what she's got.

These treacheries you do for that Roman witch, does she pay you enough?

I get what I need.

She must lavish you with jewels and gold.

What a rich man my brother is. Tell me, where do you hide such fantastic wealth?

Well, we both sell what we have to these people.

All Rome's wealth is not enough to buy what Hashem has given me.

Again with Hashem?

Let Hashem make me a living.

The money that witch pays me bought this fucking house, this fucking table, and

that fucking dress my wife wears.

That makes you proud?

Proud as any free Roman.

You breathe this fetid air of Rome, but you are not Roman.

You walk her beshitted streets.

You speak her mongrel language, but you are not Roman.

You're a Jew.

You may forget that.

They never will.

You speak so much and know so little.

Look at me.

Do you hate your name so much to invite this shame?

Think of your family.

Look at me!

Trey, come on!

Trey, hit me!

Hit me!

That's it.

Not so easy to beat me anymore, is it? I'm not your little brother anymore.

Yes.

Yes.

army, under the leadership of the generals Perseus and Panza, assisted by

Caesar Octavian, is about to engage with the forces of the traitor Mark Antony.

All citizens are requested to make offerings for the success of our heroic

soldiers. Long live the Republic!

Titus Pullo?

Well, don't tell me you've taken up scavenging.

Who's that?

Do you not know me, Pullet?

Is that you, young master?

It's fine.

We're old friends.

Octavia.

They call me Caesar now, Pullet.

All grown up.

Always knew you had it in you.

You won, then.

So it seems.

How? I mean, no offence.

I can't take much credit.

The legions under Herschis and Panzer did heroic work. The rest I owe to

Agrippa.

Any road.

Congratulations. Thank you.

What brings you here, Puller?

You didn't take part in the fighting either, from the look of you.

Varinus left Rome with Antony.

I hoped to find him before the battle started.

I came to tell him that his children are not dead, but now I must see if he is

dead himself.

We must find him, then.

I'll have my tribunes personally search among the wounded.

Thank you. I can hardly expect you... Nonsense.

If you don't find him here, you'd do well to comb the Cisalpine hills.

Antony and his men have skulked off there.

Courier!

Take the road north.

Should anyone challenge your passage, you show them the seal of Caesar.

Warn them of the consequences.

You'll need fresh rations and a fast horse.

Agrippa's men will see to it.

Thank you, sir.

Ah, the conquering heroes return.

Another brilliant poem, I see.

Is there not something useful you might do?

Victory is not victory until it has a soul.

What news from the medics on Herschel and Panzer?

Dead of their wounds, I'm afraid. Both of them.

Poor souls.

To die in the hour of their glory.

Hmm. Very sad.

But, uh, convenient.

The victory is now ours alone.

Couldn't have worked out better, frankly.

You really taught that old bully a proper lesson, eh?

It was not a personal matter.

It was necessary for the good of the Republic.

Of course.

Of course.

Agrippa, I've got letters I'm going to want you to take on ahead to Rome.

The first goes to my sister, Octavia.

I only have the one sister, Agrippa.

Make sure you put it directly into her hand.

My mother has a habit of stealing mail.

The next goes to Cicero. Why send a general to do a courier's work?

That's all right.

I am happy to go.

I'm asking Cicero for a triumph.

He'll know I'm serious if Agrippa is there looking grim and soldierly.

I wish you would tell him to do that farther away.

It gives me a fright every time. Your troops are gathering.

Time to give them speech.

Right. Which speech do you think?

Uh, the one about money.

Gentlemen, we have done our work well.

We have gained a victory that will live on in history forever. We have saved the

Republic from those who threatened her.

Rome is now in our debt and we are owed a great deal

of money.

So while Antony drags the remnants of his men to the frozen north, I thought

we might head south.

To Rome.

What do you say?

Is it time to tell the Senate to pay up?

Berlin!

To Rome!

Looking for Prefect Varinus.

Bag of salt for any man that helps me. Lucius Varinus.

Looking for Lucius Varinus.

Varinus?

Varinus?

The children are alive.

Eighth cohort lost two full maniples.

Ninth almost wiped out.

Tenth cohort intact.

The fourth legion's much worse, sir.

They suffered the full brunt of the attack.

Yes, yes.

How many dead?

In token?

Eight thousand men, sir, give or take.

Eight thousand?

Oh, do cheer up. You're still alive, aren't you? I do hope so. If this is the

afterlife, it is extremely disappointing.

Disband the fourth cohort.

Use the survivors to reinforce the third.

We're heading north.

I want to establish a base camp in the mountain before the first snowfall. Yes,

sir. On Tribune.

Don't look so damn grim, eh?

Set an example.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

Off you go.

What are you doing back there? You stitching me up or making a dress? Will

you hurry up, man? A base camp in the mountains. Is that wise?

Ah, General Posker speaks.

Do you have a better idea?

While we still have the semblance of an army, I would have thought we should

offer terms.

Terms? Of surrender?

That's fucking slave talk.

No, we will have no more of that.

North to the mountains, then. And after that?

I'll think of something.

Goddammit, man!

General Lansley, sir.

Ah, Arenas.

Requesting permission to leave the Legion, sir.

Ah.

Now that is a real soldier for you.

Most men just slip away into the night, but this one, he asks permission before

he deserts me.

Well, what is it?

It's my children, sir.

They're alive and in slavery.

Good news, bad news, huh? I must find them, sir.

All right.

Number of good men I've lost today.

One more isn't going to make any difference.

Thank you, sir.

One more thing, boys.

Be sure to tell everyone you meet that Mark Antony is not defeated.

He will return, and all those that defied him shall pay.

That fucking little brat Octavian shall be first.

You hear me, boys?

Will do, chief.

Word from Patara.

They've capitulated to our demands. They sent 16,000 talents.

How many troops?

7,000.

And Lysia?

No word as yet, but I imagine they'll follow suit.

I'll see that they do.

We must be up to eight legions now.

Nine? 25,000 infantry, 10,000 cavalry.

Almost a match for Antony.

It's good.

It's very good.

Well, you look magnificent.

You should have your portrait done.

No, no time for such vanity.

It'd please your mother.

It would, wouldn't it?

O holy and blessed lady, the perpetual comfort of humankind, who by thy bounty

and grace nourishes the whole world, and bears a great compassion to the troubles

of the miserable, as a loving mother would.

You are she that is the natural mother of all things, the mistress and

governess of all the elements, the first of the gods celestial, light of the

codices.

Oh, holy and blessed lady, the perpetual comfort of humankind, who by thy bounty

and grace nourishes the whole world and bears a great compassion to the troubles

of the miserable as a loving mother would.

O holy and blessed lady, the perpetual comfort of humankind, who by their

bounty and grace nourishes the whole world and bears great compassion to the

troubles of the miserable as a loving mother would, you are she who is the

natural mother to all things, the mistress and governess of all the

elements.

I don't know why you're here.

Atia.

Your boy confessed everything.

Made you afraid to speak?

You weren't so quiet when I was in your power, were you?

You were very talkative then.

A slow and painful death.

That's what you promised me.

That's what you deserve.

You think you're so fucking superior, don't you? You have no idea what I

think. No?

Tell me.

Tell me what you think.

I think you're a sad, lonely little creature.

I think, at this moment, you're more afraid than I am.

Then why do you keep talking?

Kill me.

When you kiss my feet, beg for me to end your suffering,

then I'll kill you.

Do as you like.

Time.

You stink.

It's me you degrade now, but it's not It's you

As long as you live you will feel degraded and defiled by

this You Get on with it

Yeah.

Have you had enough?

Have you had enough?

Continue.

What do you want me to do?

I don't know.

Do something. Cut off her face.

Do it.

Get up!

Get up!

Get up! What are you doing?

Go!

Go!

I am not an animal!

I am not a fucking animal!

Thanks.

So, brother.

It's getting cooler.

Be dark soon.

Good time to set up camp, maybe.

You may camp if you want. I'm not stopping.

So you can still talk.

Thought maybe you'd forgotten how.

Talk when I need to. There's nothing to say.

Still angry with me, then?

No.

Yes, well... Listen.

I'll get to the nub of it.

About Niavi.

Whatever. What I said back in the Collegium about me and her.

I never... We never... I only said it to make you angry.

That's all.

That's the truth.

And you know that.

I know.

Had to be said.

Even if I wanted to, which I didn't, she's not that type of woman. I know

women, and she's not that type.

The old cunt of Vanda took advantage.

If there's any consolation, I'll give him a right session before I kill him.

Stream like a stuck pig.

Good.

Thank you.

You ever seen one of these slave camps?

No.

It's not pretty.

They'll be different now, the children.

I know.

I don't think you do, though.

You can't, unless you've been there.

Things I saw.

Any road.

They'll be different.

You should be ready. I don't care what they're like.

I just... want them back.

All I'm saying... best be gentle, eh?

I will.

And the boy?

Lucius?

You're not thinking of killing him, are you?

Honor demands that he die.

True. Fair enough. Honor demands it.

Most likely won't sit well with the girls, though. If you do, kill him.

We all have our faults.

Octavian won.

He has.

Antony and the remains of his army have retreated to the mountains.

Are they both unharmed?

Octavian is very well.

Antony's alive, but we know no more than that.

Your brother will return with his army.

He'll be here within the month. With his army?

Why with his army?

Politics. He wants you to know that whatever happens in the future, he will

always protect you.

But you must accept his protection and his advice.

That's very kind of him.

He will look after me after I swear him my allegiance?

I am not one of his soldiers.

I'm sure he does not doubt you.

I think he means you to convey the same message to your mother.

Better it comes from you.

Yes.

Probably so.

Your brother means you only the best.

If it were otherwise, I would not deliver the message.

I'd sooner die than cause you pain.

I hope you live a long life, then.

If I may, I am compelled to speak.

Ever since I met you, my soul has burned... So is my brother eating

properly?

He would starve himself unless someone forces him to eat.

Yes.

Yes.

Army food agrees with him.

He's not stout exactly, but yes, eat him properly.

Sorry.

Sorry about just now. I very expressly did not mean to do that.

I blurted it out anyhow.

I should have written a letter, eh?

Anyhow, sorry.

There's no need to apologise.

Any friend of my brother is my brother also.

I'm sure I know you better.

We should be good friends.

That's most gracious of you.

Horrid imposition on my part.

Of course. You barely know me.

Ridiculous. I've been looking for you everywhere.

Marcus Agrippa, what are you doing here?

Mother.

Octavian. No, it's all right. It's all right. He's unharmed. He won.

Antony was defeated.

He's fled north.

This is wonderful news.

Amazing. I had hopes, of course, but I hardly expected this.

Wonderful.

What of Hirsius and Pantor? Dead.

In battle.

Dead. Ah.

That's unfortunate.

Still, a great victory.

Lead on.

His army?

He's bringing his army to Rome. Why?

He has no enemies in Rome. Why bring his army? I am just a messenger.

I'm sure when he arrives, Caesar will be happy to tell you. Caesar, he calls

himself.

Another.

Caesar. Just what we need. He calls himself Caesar because that is his name.

By right. Yes, yes.

No doubt.

God, I'm so tired of young men and their ambitions.

So tired.

I assure you, he has only the interests of the Republic at heart. I'm sure he

believes that.

I felt the same when I was a young man.

But it is all vanity, you know.

All vanity.

This is the place.

Let me do the talking.

Salve, friend.

She points in the direction of the procurator's office.

What do you want to know for?

Business. Looking for some runaways.

Ah, slave catchers, are you? Something like that.

Camps closed to unauthorized visitors.

That right.

Good bounty on runaways.

Be worth something to you, I expect.

Letting you in? Listen to me, you little weasel. You'll get nothing. My friend's

a thrifty one, but we're all men of commerce.

Sorry.

This way's the boss' man.

Round the bend, straight on, house with a red door.

He's bloody dead!

Uncouple him!

Told you I should do the talking.

Corrupt scum.

Your spit dries fast here, brother.

Best to save it.

You're the man in charge.

Buying or selling?

Titus Puller, Lucius Renis.

Here to retrieve some runaways.

Heard they got sold to your camp.

Two girls.

And a boy.

Got papers for them?

Not with us.

Bill of sale?

No.

Two soldiers out for some young cunny, yes? Shut your fucking mouth.

What's his problem?

I didn't want to have to go into this, but these children are the private

property of Gaius Caesar Octavian himself.

He likes to have them serve morning biscuits in bed.

Especially the boy.

Got it now.

Oh, that's ripe.

Good story.

You see this seal?

His orders for us to come find his slaves.

What is it? An otter?

It's a fucking sphinx. Mark of Caesar.

I'd wax this.

Mud from mutina. That's why my friend here's in fighting kit.

Straight from the battlefield.

It's that urgent.

Caesar, eh?

Caesar?

One who just beat Mark Antony.

What do you think he'd make of a little fella like you who crosses him?

Yes, that's all very well.

But what if you're lying to me?

Are you calling me a liar?

Check the rolls.

You're not slave catchers?

Where is she?

Eh?

The other one.

Where's my daughter?

Thank you.

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