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Livia.

Hello, Nero.

Gaius sends his apologies.
He's been delayed.

Nero's here.

You'd better hurry.

You'll hold them
back until the end,

when nobody's hungry anymore.

Timing is vital.

It's everything.

How are the boys doing?

Oh, Drusus is brilliant.

- He's a proper little Roman.
- And Tiberius?

There is something
wrong with that boy.

If this goes bad,
even Livia won't be able to save you.

Service.

- Oysters now.
- Right away, Tycho.

- Ooh. Oysters!
- Yes, where have they been?

I'm sorry, Lady.

You know how I
hate wasting food.

I know, Lady.

It's alright. It's alright.
I'll have one to be polite.

- Oyster?
- Ugh, I can't stand oysters.

Oyster?

They're actually really good.

Yes, they are.

Lady,
you shouldn't have come back.

The Tiber floods every year.

It's not the floods.

Vinnius.

Lady.

Prima. Prima!

She died an hour ago.

I'm so sorry.

The plague. The
rash is distinctive.

There's something else.

- Livia.
- Agrippa.

It's alright. My
physician Musa is here.

Oh, don't wake him. He's asleep,
at last.

No, don't touch him.

What are you doing,
Antigone? Musa said not to touch him.

- Musa's an idiot.
- Lady?

Musa's the best
physician in Rome.

- Who is this slave?
- What are you do...?

No, Musa said that we've
got to keep everything closed.

- Bullshit.
- That he's got to be kept warm.

You'll kill him.
He's burning alive.

- She'll take it from here.
- No, she won't.

- This is my house.
- He's my brother.

Stop it!

Get out.

I told you to stay
in the country.

Yes. That's why I came back.

I should've told you to come.

- Then you'd have stayed.
- Yes.

Not necessarily.

Lord?

There,
you see. Musa knows what he's doing.

Get some rest, Father.

Where are my grandchildren?

Leave the dead in here.

Get everyone else out into
the garden under the portico.

Burn all the mattresses
and get them clean ones.

Get the best water
from the new aqueduct,

straight from the spout,
not the basin.

And keep the front door shut.

Oh, cheer up, Marcellus.

This is just what
you've been waiting for.

For once she's right.

This is your time.

Will he live?

Gaius.

Shut up in there with
Musa and his potions

not for long.

Proud and beautiful Proserpina.

Queen of the dead
and wife of Pluto,

Lord of the Underworld,
it's me again, Scribonia.

Daughter of Lucius
Scribonius Libo.

Today,
I ask you to take the life

of my former husband
Gaius Julius Caesar.

In return for
cruelly divorcing me

to marry the ambitious whore,
Livia Drusilla.

I ask you now to take the
life of Gaius Julius Caesar.

Word's got out, then.

Get them moved back.

In return for forcing me
to give up my daughter Julia

to the ambitious
whore Livia Drusilla,

let Gaius Julius Caesar
die of the plague.

Do this for me, good Proserpina.

In return for the life
of Gaius Julius Caesar,

I will offer you two new-born
lambs from my estate at Sora.

This one's gone.

- Take him up.
- Understood.

Make them drink.

They must drink.

You should get out of Rome now.

Take the boys with you.

Piso's here.

Thank you, Drusus.

Put the signal out.

Get all our friends to
keep their ears open.

Above all, the German,
the Spaniard and the Syrian.

For the next week we're
paying double for any news.

He can't die.

He just can't. I'm not ready.

Not yet.

You need to get rid of
Octavia and her doctor.

I don't see how I can.

Well,
he's worse. We need to be ready.

Ready for what? He's a
dictator in a cheerful cloak.

I know what he is.

When he dies,
he'll leave a big empty space,

and human nature will
fill it. There'll be a war.

You're right. He needs
to designate a successor.

Well, how? He's not a king.

He can't pass on a crown
when he dies. Not legally anyway.

We'll worry about
legalities later.

If he nominates someone
the Senate can accept,

we'll avoid another war.

But everyone knows he's been
grooming Marcellus to take over.

Yes, even Marcellus knows that.

One of the few things
Marcellus does know.

Marcellus is immature,
selfish and weak.

They are poor
qualities in a dictator.

- It must be Agrippa.
- Hmm.

He might hold it all
together. For a while at least.

Agrippa's not ambitious
like that. He hates politics.

Agrippa will do
what Gaius wants.

Will Gaius do what you want?

He thought he'd live forever.

He'll know Marcellus
isn't ready yet.

Marcellus has made lots of
new friends in the last few years.

They'll think he's ready.

You should get to work.

Are you sure about Agrippa?

He hates the Republic
as much as Gaius does.

But not as much as Marcellus.

And Agrippa loves Rome.

And me.

And he's much older.

Marcellus could
rule for decades,

and we'd never get
the Republic back.

Does Drusus know yet...
what you expect of him?

It's too soon for that.

I need to tell Gaius he's dying.

- What about river boat?
- No, it's inaccessible.

Ah! Good of you to drop by,
lads.

Sorry, Agrippa.

The water level's dropping fast,

and we need to get grain into
the city and bodies out of it.

And where's fucking Marcellus?

When you finally need him.

- How is he?
- Bad. Really bad.

Then we should get ready.

It would be best if we
had something official.

His ring. His will.

Well, he promised me.

It'd make things much easier.

We'll take care
of everything else.

- Marcellus.
- We're with you, Marcellus.

"Darling Iullus,
my father's dying.

"I wish you were here,"

"and Marcellus
was where you are."

"Why don't you write to me?"

"Let me know you're alive."

What are you doing?

You should be with your father.
Come on. Everyone's waiting.

You.

Where's my husband?

Who knows? Out.

Strip him naked and
give him twenty lashes

when you have a moment.

Thank you.

Antigone.

- What are you doing?
- What I have to.

If we don't get Octavia out of there,
he'll die.

He might die anyway. You
don't know you can save him.

No, I don't.

This will feel like the plague,
for long enough anyway.

Fever, headache, muscle pains.

Take them food and wine. Now.

- Did Livia tell you to do this?
- Of course not.

- We can't control the dose.
- I know that.

They might not get sick at
all. Or they might die screaming.

- Yes, that's the risk.
- It's fucking Octavia.

I know who it is!

- He's talking to the dead.
- I need to speak to him.

- Do you have to bother him now?
- Alone. Now.

Octavia, please.

Can't you just
leave him in peace?

You should go home
and get some sleep.

Musa and I will
be right outside.

Are they here?

They should get these
sick people out of the house.

That slave will kill them all.

Lady.

I'm not hungry.

You have to eat, Lady.

Nobody can keep going
on an empty stomach.

At least a little wine.

Just leave it there. Thank you.

Of course.

She pushed the wine away.

What do you want
me to do about it?

I just saw my mother.

Your mother? How was she?

Oh, you know.

Dead.

Not bad, considering.

They're keeping
something from me.

Octavia and Musa.

It's the plague.

All over Rome.

Agrippa and Piso are
taking care of everything.

I had so much I wanted to do.

Gaius, you need to fight.

You can't leave me here.

Not now.

Let Antigone help you.

Get my will.

From the temple.

The state ledgers and accounts.

Get them ready.

Thelus has everything.

What should he do with them?

Marcellus... My ring.

Gaius, he's not ready. Not yet.

Let Agrippa take care of things.

Just until Marcellus is older.

My legacy.

My blood.

Bring Marcellus.

And Julia.

Agrippa won't like it.

Help Marcellus.

Promise me.

I love you.

He's asleep now.

Can we see him?

There's nothing you can do.

You should all go and
make a sacrifice for him.

All of you.

I'll send for you all
when he wakes up.

Well,
at least we poisoned Marcella.

There you are.

Fuck! Fuck!

- Did he say anything?
- He said he saw your mother.

Deliver these and
then straight back here.

Thelus. Go yourself
to the temple of Vesta.

Get his will. Take it to
my room. Tell nobody.

Then prepare the accounts
and ledgers of state

and bring them to me, too.

He's fine. He's fighting it.

See. I told you.
He's not going to die.

All a fuss about nothing.

The plan has changed.

He wants Marcellus.

His mind is made up.

So, that's it, then. A monarchy.

Not yet.

I'm the only one who knows.

He sent for Marcellus,
but Marcellus doesn't know that.

If we can just keep
Gaius isolated until...

I can dictate what happens.

Livia Drusilla.

This is a very dangerous game.

Oh, I know that.

What do you need from me?

As consul in charge
of the flood relief,

I expect you to guide
our manpower efficiently.

By sending Marcellus
to Greece if you have to.

Bitch.

This is the house.

There are three entrances.

One at the front,
two at the side.

What are you doing here?
You should be with your uncle.

Marcellus?

- Marcellus?
- I'm just, um...

It's nothing.
I'm fine. I just...

I just got a bit out
of breath. That's all.

Don't tell my mother.

It's all arranged.

As soon as my uncle dies,

they'll kill Agrippa
and close the Senate.

- What about Livia?
- We can't kill a woman.

Besides,
she's far too popular in Rome.

Everyone loves her except you.

- That's a mistake.
- Why?

They're killing Drusus
as well. And Tiberius.

She'll be irrelevant.

Why Tiberius?
He's hardly a threat.

I need to see my uncle.

I'll come with you.

But if it makes you happy,

I will exile Livia to some
nasty little island off the coast.

It would be kinder to kill her.

Along with that bitch Antigone.

- Domina.
- Get my cloak.

Oh,
were the fuck have you been all day?

Marcellus,
we need you out at the port.

I need to see my uncle.

It's urgent. They need
you down at Ostia.

Go yourself. Get out of my way.

Piso's a consul and you'll
show some fucking respect.

Get your arse out to Ostia.

- Mistress...
- Musa.

Octavia... Octavia!

Aunt Octavia!

- Antigone, help!
- Tycho.

- Tycho, quickly!
- Antigone!

What the fuck have we done?

Shut up and get
some air in here!

Tycho, ice.

Ice from the kitchen.
Get it all! Now!

Octavia? What's wrong with her?

Quickly, pick her up.

Lord... Lord...

- Here's the ice.
- Too late. Too late!

It's alright, Marcellus. You go
with your mother and your wife.

- We'll take care of everything.
- It's alright, Marcellus. Go.

Hold the blanket up.

- Tip it on him.
- Antigone.

More! All of it on him. Quickly.

Antigone.

Fortunata.

Fortunata!

Is he dead?

He's in the Great Sleep.

If he ever wakes
up again... he'll live.

You should get
ready for the worst.

Octavia.

She's so warm.

More water. Get her
some more water.

Octavia?

What happened to you?

- How is she?
- Well, she's sick.

How do you think she is?

At least you've still
got your appetite.

Two years.

Two fucking years,
and I'm still not pregnant.

Do you know how
humiliating that is?

You heard my father.

Where are his grandchildren?

Now he's going to die,
and it's too fucking late!

I've given stupid dinners

to every drooling
old Senator in Rome

to push your political career,

and you won't even fuck me!

Too busy with your slave boy.

I should've married Tiberius.

I bet he knows how to fuck. A woman,
anyway.

Marcellus.

Marcellus!

No!

You can pretend it's Tiberius.

No! You animal.

- What are you whining about?
- Fucking animal!

- I can't do anything right!
- Cocksucker!

- Fuck off!
- Rent boy!

You wanted a baby.

There it fucking is.

Stop it!

The second he's dead,
I can divorce you.

Clear it up.

We were worried
about your uncle.

Yes.

Just to see if there
was any news.

I haven't heard anything.

I was dealing with my mother.

They'll tell you straight away

- if anything happens.
- Of course.

I did go by earlier,
but Agrippa was there and everyone.

Did you speak to him?

He was too ill. And my mother got sick,
so...

Tomorrow, then. First thing.

If he's dead,
we'll make our move.

This is it. Our moment.

Potentially everything.

Agrippa first.

Livia's boys after.

Is he alright?

His heart is weak.

The fever's down.

The same thing
happened to Vinnius.

He died in the night.

He saved my father's life.

His ashes will go with Prima's,
in the family place.

Livia, Marcus Licinius Crassus

came to see
Marcellus last night.

Something's supposed to
be happening today. Now.

Mother. You better come
now. It's mad out here.

They think he's dead
and we're not telling.

I want guards blocking
this passage. Now.

I just want to talk
to him for a minute.

Livia, we need to see Gaius now.

- What's going on?
- Forgive us, Livia,

but there are rumours all
over Rome that Gaius is dead.

Well, the rumours are wrong!

My husband might be sick,
but he's certainly not dead.

Even a woman can
tell the difference.

Thank you for calling.

Livia,
people are saying he has the plague.

- What people?
- May we see him?

Are you calling me a liar,
Marcus Messalla Corvinus?

To give him our good wishes.

Just for a moment.

I will not have gangs of
people crowding round his bed

because you heard a
rumour in the Forum.

It's true.

My father's alive.

Well, there you are.

He needs to name a successor
now for the security of the State!

A successor to what exactly?

The powers voted to him by
the Senate are personal and fixed.

Not forever,
not for anyone else.

He can't simply hand
them to anyone he chooses.

If anyone has earned that
right for his services to the state,

it's him.

Now,
now that goes against custom and law.

At least let him
indicate a preference.

And then the
Senate can vote on it!

The last thing we need now

is division and conflict
among ourselves.

Let him settle this now,
that's all we ask.

Yes! Yes!

That's enough! You need to
take your men and leave now.

Alright!

I will take the consul
to my husband.

Gnaeus Calpurnius Piso
will convey your concerns.

- And I'll come, too.
- For what?

In case I twist his
words? Make it all up?

Is a consul of Rome
no longer to be trusted?

Your views are very well known.

Piso! That's enough!

Agrippa, you should go.

- Not without me.
- What's that supposed to mean?

My husband is sick!

In this house,
you will show some respect.

I know nothing about politics,
and I care even less.

Since you cannot agree,
I will ask my husband what he wants.

And then I will tell
you what that is.

Please send him our best wishes.

You stay here with me.

You can trust Livia.

Can you wake him up?

He's near the end,
one way or the other.

- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
- What?

They want him to
name a successor.

- He can't.
- He has! He wants Marcellus.

Then why have you got
that look on your face?

Because I can name someone else.

You can't. You have to do what he wants,
don't you?

I know. You're right. That
is what I have to do. I know.

Fuck!

Shit!

Tycho!

If you go against him
and he comes through...

You know he's
spoken about Marcellus.

Whatever he wants.

When he confirms Marcellus,
we should do it anyway.

While he's still alive?

We'll never have
a better chance.

Marcellus and his friends
are making their move.

- How do you know?
- How do you not?

So, I woke Gaius up.

He wasn't happy,
but he gets your concerns,

and he thanks you
for your good wishes.

So, if anything should happen,

he gives the Senate
these accounts of state,

in the care of consul Piso.

Otherwise, well,
if the Gods should choose to end his life,

he humbly begs the Senate
will consider his recommendation

for his successor
as First Citizen,

his friend and brother...

Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa.

What?

He promised me.

And he gives his ring
of office to Agrippa.

Here.

It is his ring.

Well, but he wants it back.

Get out of my way.

Look at Marcellus's face.

It is a picture.

Oh, you didn't.

What will you say
if he wakes up?

Marcellus. Come quickly!

Come on.

We were all so worried!

Marcellus!

- Ah!
- Come and sit here with me.

Now, darling, don't worry.

I'm alright. There's
nothing to worry about.

He appointed Agrippa to succeed him,
my uncle.

Agrippa?

But he promised you.

I tried really hard.

I did everything
that he wanted me to.

Of course you did.

I know you did.

Marcellus, listen to me.

Listen to me!

Your uncle has
done terrible things.

He's done terrible things
that he didn't have to do.

His hands,
they are soaked in blood.

There's a price to pay.

It's not for everyone.

Be grateful, my love.

Lady...

Octavia's much better,
but Marcella's still sick.

I thought you'd want to know.

And the Spaniard and the
German just left their signals.

Go on, I'll stay with him.

Thank you, Julia.

Pleasure.

They've started
to burn the dead.

The Spaniard is always late.

Smile and pay.

If he dies,
I'll divorce Marcellus.

What will you do?

You'll be free then,
too. No husband, no guardian.

I'll open a whorehouse.

- A whorehouse?
- Mm.

In Pompeii.

A steady,
respectable business by the seaside.

Something I can
leave to the boys.

You'd be good at that.

Gaius.

I could keep the books.

Gaius, you woke up. You did it.

- Fuck, I'm thirsty.
- Quick.

Julia.

What day is it?

I hardly know where to start.

You're late.

I'm always late.

He's alive.

He's better.

So, why the long face?

Marcellus raped me like a slave.

Face down on the couch.

Your husband can't rape you.

And yet, somehow...

Mostly, though,
he prefers his slave boy.

Lots of men do.
It's perfectly normal.

So one hears.

You need to get pregnant.
A child is your security.

Not with Marcellus.
He defiles me.

Grow up.

You take it all for granted.
You think it's your birthright.

It can be stolen from
you in a moment.

As it was from me!

Wake up.

Agrippa's been in with him.

He wants to see you.

Agrippa brought my ring back.

There's more to
power than family.

It was my decision.

Marcellus isn't ready.
And you know it.

You promised me.

I trusted you.

You trusted me
to make you a God.

And trust me,
nothing will ever stop me doing that.

And if I ever,
ever have to save you from yourself,

then trust me to do that, too.

Did you get away with it?

I don't know yet.

So,
the German overheard a conversation

between Marcellus and Scribonia.

If Gaius died and
appointed Marcellus,

there was a plan to kill
Agrippa and the boys.

Tiberius and Drusus.

You were to be exiled.

And me.

Nice to be remembered.

She's sure?

She heard it clearly.

And Scribonia knew that?

Well, that's bad.

- Marcellus is young.
- Very bad.

He'll outlive Gaius.

And Agrippa.

Unless he doesn't.

It would be prudent to kill him.

Poison him.

Don't you think?

Marcellus.

I... I don't see
what choice we have.

That's ridiculous.

I poisoned Nero.

Your husband.

I painted his oysters with
hemlock when he came to dinner.

I've waited years for this.

But revenge is a dish which
tastes much better cold.

Like oysters.

You killed him in my own
house at my own table!

What the fuck were you thinking?

Who would ever suspect you
of doing something so stupid?

You had no right!

He had no right!

He left me to die
in the mountains.

Your father set me free.

I was a citizen.

Is there anything
else I don't know?

I poisoned Balbina,

the madam from the whorehouse.

And Octavia and Musa, too.

But only a little bit.

To get them out of the way.

I'm sorry about Marcella. She
wasn't supposed to be there.

I think that's everyone.

I was a citizen.

Antigone, he wants to see you.

Me?

I haven't forgotten about you.

Or my promise. You're family.

We... are family.

But I want grandchildren.

It's time you held
your own Games.

My gift.

I'm very grateful.

So...

I owe you my life.

I won't forget.

Marcellus.

I was just going
to see your mother.

Marcellus is here.

- Livia.
- Livia!

Livia.

- Thank you.
- You look great.

- Forgive the intrusion.
- Livia.

I just wanted to
see how you were.

I am much better. Thank you.

And I'm not dead either.

I can wait.

Come and eat with us.

Well...

He won't live forever.

Marcellus is getting his
own games. Did you hear?

That'll set you back.

My last lot cost half a million.

Mm-mm. They're a
gift from Uncle Gaius.

How's Musa doing, by the way?

Some doctor. He
can't even cure himself.

Oysters Domina?

The slaves will have to
wash the curtains tomorrow.

Yes, they're all covered
in ash from the corpses.

Oh, I've never been able to
get him to even try an oyster.

My first husband loved them.

Julia, darling,
why don't you eat something?

Tiberius.

Drusus.

You're going to live
with mummy now.

Fuck it.

What?

Maybe he wasn't ready.

Marcellus.

Apart from my father,

you are the only person I
have ever completely trusted.

There will be no more
secrets and no more surprises.

Marcellus hates oysters.