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(Whipping)

- What's wrong, mother?
- Ruined. Ruined!

That idiot has ruined us all!
We shall have to leave Rome!

Caesar has crossed the rubicon.

He's on Italian soil under arms.
It's an act of gross treason.

With a single legion, if you please.

So not merely treason but suicidal treason.

Will that be all, Domina?

- Have you heard?
- Mm. Strange.

A foolish thing to do. One legion.

I wonder what he's thinking.

I remember back when I destroyed
the illyrian pirates,

there was one particular old sea snake,
a liburnian, if I recall.

Never mind the illyrian pirates.
What is to be done?

I've already given word.
My legions are gathering.

And you'll crush him, yeah?

Without question. The poor man is dead.

(Caesar) Take our ubian cavalry

and scout all roads
and defensive strongpoints up to the city.

Advance until resistance is met.

If and when civilians are encountered,
deliver the enclosed proclamation.

If you encounter no resistance,
go directly to the forum

and nail it to the senate door.

Sir.

There will be no
rapine, pillage or burning.

- Any questions?
- None, sir.

That'll be all.

What makes your man vorenus so morose?

He is stonewall catonian.

Thinks we've committed a terrible crime,
a mighty sacrilege

and shall be severely punished by the gods.

- He may be right.
- It's a crime if we lose. If we win, it isn't.

- I am merely pursuing my legitimate rights.
- Of course.

- Do you think we can trust him?
- Who?

- Lucius vorenus.
- Oh. Deep 13th, him.

He'd follow the eagle up pluto's arse.

I told you not to come here.

I had to see my son.

You've seen him. Now, go.

And stay away.

Help me, niobe.

I'm going insane. You can't forsake me.

- I do.
- I won't give up. Don't think I will.

You loved me once, you will love me again.

I never loved you.

Lie to yourself if you
want but don't lie to me.

Stay away.

You know you will never see
your husband now, you know that, eh?

Him and all the rest of them are doomed.

You don't know that.

Everybody knows that.

That may be but I made a vow.

I swear to dis, if you don't go...

It's all right. He's going. Just go.

- You promised never to see him again.
- I didn't want him here. I told him to go.

It didn't look like that.

You could tell papa the truth. It's not
your fault. If you and I spoke to him...

Never. You have sworn.

You thought he was dead. He'll understand.

He will kill us all.

(Laughter)

(Man) Try it again! Try it again!

(Shouting and laughter)

You... you often say
that you are adept with women.

No idle boast neither.

Girls from narbo to thebes
scream my name by night.

I have no need of your coital expertise.
My question concerns their... affections.

I'm your man for that, to boot.

My wife, she...

You heard what she said, she hates me.

- What's your question?
- How do I stop her hating me, obviously?

It's not obvious. I thought you were
making her hate you with a purpose.

That was not my intent. Why do that?

I don't know. You're the clever one.
There might have been a thousand reasons.

I love her. I require that she love
me also, else I am merely her slave

and I cannot tolerate that.

What care you what she feels
if we're all going to die?

And so we are but who will honour
my name when I am gone?

Who will pay proserpina
and pluto for my keep?

Who will pour wine upon my grave?

If it comes to that, I shall do the
honours. It's the least I could do.

Thank you.

But it's not the same thing.

Besides... you'll be dead too.

I'm planning a small party
this evening and I'll need you to...

Are you wearing perfume?

Just a dab.

It's horrid. Horseshit
suits you much better.

I need you to get more men
to stand guard outside

to greet my guests when they arrive.

A party? Is that wise,
given how things are?

Perfume, advice... whatever next?

I'm just saying pompey's
mob is out for blood.

- It's best to lay low.
- Lay low?

I'm not a lizard. I will
not be intimidated.

As you like. Cost you extra though.

You've been paid quite adequately already.

More men cost more.

- I will tell castor to speak with you.
- I don't want more money.

Well, what do you want, then?

You know what I want.

Ha! Something like that.

- You forget your place.
- My place is with my family.

Say the word and I'll go to them.

Do your job to my satisfaction and...

I'll see that you're properly rewarded.

Thank you, Domina.

Pompey's outriders.
His legions won't be far behind.

Us and the rest of the 13th
will be on crosses by market day.

Thank the gods my father didn't
live to see his son die a traitor.

- Best to die now then, eh? Come on.
- Wait! We're not here to fight.

"Advance until resistance is met."

That is our orders. That is what we do.

Why not? The boys are ready, aren't you?
Let's have a go. Come on!

No fight!

No! No fight now! Damned idiot!

- Form a line!
- Defend!

Remember your training!

Shields!

Hold your ground!

You cowards!

Get back! Get back!

Cowards!

Get back here!

Caesar's scouts are
only 30 miles from Rome.

30 miles?

His speed is uncanny.

Of course, he has only a very few men,
which makes a fast pace easier.

He is not leading an army,
so much as an armed gang.

It is all highly irregular, unethical even.

Gods, it is not even the war season.

Surely he does not think
to attack Rome directly?

- I think that is exactly what he'll do.
- How can he hope to succeed?

The problem is, at this moment,

we have only three legions in arms
for the defence of the city.

Surely, three is more than enough.

Normally that would be true
but the men are raw recruits

like those who fled from the scouts.

The rest are veterans of Gaul.
Caesar's men... not reliable.

Rome is undefended!

My legions are mustering
as swiftly as possible...

But it will take at least four days

to assemble a force capable
of defending the city.

Caesar is two days away.

- You touch it with a needle.
- What do we do now, then?

We must make a tactical retreat to
the south. A tactical retreat, mind you.

Leave the city? Juno's cunt!

- Do you run mad?
- Don't speak to me in that tone.

My friends, let us cleave
to the matter at hand.

Is there no alternative to retreat, then?

None. We shall withdraw to corfinium
and rally my legions there.

Once they are gathered and in good order,
we will simply retake the city.

Caesar has no hope
of reinforcement until spring.

The towns of Italy will
close their gates to him.

We will have an unassailable
advantage in men and resources.

So in fact, this is not a humiliating
defeat at all but a rare species of victory?

Calm yourself. You lack
understanding of things military,

else you would see that my actions
have been perfectly correct at all times.

You've lost Rome
without unsheathing your sword.

You have lost Rome!

(Shouting)

Pompeian scum at our very door!
It's intolerable.

If timon and his men weren't here,
they'd burn the house.

They are not that energetic.

This suicidal rebellion
has turned everyone against us.

I swear, if Caesar were here now,
I would stab him in the neck.

- He's ruined us.
- I'm not so sure of that.

I think pompey's position
is deceptively weak.

Think, think, think.
That's all you do, you silly boy.

All our friends have abandoned us,
cowards that they are.

We julii are lepers now.

Let us not exaggerate.
Not all of your friends have deserted you.

And that will be remembered.
You are good loyal people.

It's very tempting to abandon Caesar,

but to do so now, well, that would
look like we're mere... slaves to fashion.

You stay to protect the house but don't
think that your master and I will not return.

We will be back by
the kalends at the latest.

When I do return, those who have not done
their utmost duty will pay with their lives.

General, your escort is ready.

- Gnaeus.
- Mm?

Durio, is the escort ready?

- Ready, sir.
- Away then.

Husband, the treasury?

Yes, of course. Durio.

You must secure as much
of the treasury gold as possible.

Take a detachment and open up
the capitoline vaults.

There's not much time, so do what you can.

Let's pretend we're odysseus and his
friends, creeping out of the cyclops' cave.

We must be quiet as little mice, all right?

Come.

- Sorry about all this.
- Do not say so.

I don't mind a little excitement.

- All will be well, I assure you.
- I have no doubt.

Let's away.

And remember, no sound.

- (Angry shouting)
- Break it down!

Here's a mercy.

Instead of living out our lives
in shame and disgrace,

we are to be raped and beaten
and torn limb from limb by a raving mob.

(Thumping)

These brutes will not
let you pass, I think.

- You may stay the night if you want.
- We would be delighted, thank you.

Wait, wait. Wrong way.

The appian gate is to the right.

- We're not going to the appian.
- What?

Your best method for pleasing a woman
is the warm, beating heart of an enemy.

Women say they don't like it but they do.
It makes them wet as October.

That doesn't answer.

Well, failing that, talk to her.

- Talk. But of what?
- That doesn't matter.

It's all about the tone of voice. Pretend
you're putting a saddle on a skittish horse.

"There, honey. Shh, come now."
You know, that sort of thing.

- That's all?
- What else?

Oh! Tell her she's beautiful all the time.

Tell her she's beautiful every time
you see her, even when she's not.

And what else?

Oh! Also, very important...

When you couple with her,
there's a spot just above her cunny.

It's like a little button. Attend to that
button and she will open up like a flower.

How do you know this of her?

All women have them. Ask anyone.

(Men laughing and shouting)

- Come with us!
- Sit up here!

You can make me happy!

Here you go. Up you come.

- Ah! Come on!
- (Gasping)

(Angry shouting)

I will kill octavia and merula tends to me

but if she cannot and I am taken alive,
then you must kill me.

And then you must kill yourself.
Your survival would be inappropriate.

I would not think of living.

- Who would you prefer kills you?
- I'm old enough to take care of myself.

That's my brave little man.

Servilia... can my people be
of any assistance to you?

Thank you but I'm sure
we can manage by ourselves.

Very well.

Mother, I would rather it were not
you killed me if you have no objection.

Why ever not? You can't
still be angry with me.

- Is that an order?
- Bona DEA!

You have never listened...

Cerberus is howling for us and still you
plague me with your ridiculous feelings!

- If you had only let glabius and I remarry...
- Oh, always glabius!

- I spit on glabius! I piss on the wretch!
- That's right, die as you have lived!

- Poison brimming in your soul.
- Listen!

I'll not argue with you.
Castor, cut octavia's throat before mine.

Please, castor, let mother do it.
I won't deny her one last pleasure.

- It would be undaughterly.
- Listen!

(Silence)

Consul gnaeus pompey Magnus
has left the city.

He commands all noblemen
and knights to do likewise.

Those that remain will be
considered enemies of Rome.

(Man) Cowards!

You heard, then.

Don't know what good that will do.
Anyone wants to get in, they'll get in.

Give us a hand, will you?

- So your man'll be back after all, looks like.
- It looks like.

You don't sound too happy about it.

- Of course I'm happy. He's my husband.
- If you say so.

(Sighs)

I'm sorry. I was just talking.

I talk too much.

I don't know, rissa.
I try my best to love him, I do.

I don't know whether I
want him to come back.

I would not credit it if I
had not seen it myself.

Pompey's men deserting the city,
deserting Rome, half the senate ahorse.

A comical sight, no doubt.

Gods.

We... are in a damned awkward position.

If we stay... we are declaring
for Caesar, for rebellion.

And if we go, we... we are
with pompey and the senate.

- There is no middle ground.
- What is the answer?

Caesar is our dearest friend
but what he is doing is...

Oh, god, I do not know.

You must decide.

Pompey then. We must go with pompey. The
republic is more important than friendship.

- Do you agree?
- It's your decision.

- Pompey, then.
- Pompey, then.

We have no time to lose.

Tell your women to be ready
to leave as soon as possible.

I'm not leaving.

What do you mean?

I've waited eight years for Caesar.
I cannot leave now.

- You cannot stay, not if I go.
- Of course I can stay. I can do as I wish.

Mother, all who stay are enemies of Rome.

- Pompey has declared it.
- Caesar might prevail.

Yes, he might rule Rome for a week,
a month, a year even,

but then some other ambitious man
will kill him and take his place

and you will be the
mistress of a dead tyrant.

Mother, we know what happens to them.

That is for the gods to decide.
I cannot help loving him.

Vae, mother!

You are blinded by untapped lust.

I'll get you a good big cyrenian
at the market and have done with it.

You'd better go.

Don't be angry with me.

We may be parted for a long time.

Come.

Goodbye, mother.

Goodbye, my love.

(Distant shouting)

Your daughter left.

- When?
- Just now. I put a boy to following her.

I'll put a stop to this nonsense.

- Fetch your men.
- What?

Now.

(Octavia) Why have you not left?
(Glabius) I had to see you.

It's not safe.
Everyone knows you're with pompey.

Don't fret. I'll be gone by sunrise.

(Shouting)

- That's all I have.
- Thank you but this is not a robbery.

Atia.

I'll give you a moment,
if there are gods you'd like to speak to.

One favour... let my men live.

Sorry. It's orders.

Give me your sword.

(J' sings lullaby)

What are they, the stars?

Stars? Holes in the celestial spheres.

Holes through which the light
of the heavens shine.

- How big are these holes?
- They're big.

They only seem small to us because
they're hundreds of miles away.

- Big enough for a man to climb through?
- Isuppose.

A man would never be able to get up there.

- I don't see why not.
- How?

He could hold onto a giant bird.

- It doesn't work like that.
- Why not?

It's philosophy. It's hard to explain.

Really, numa, that's quite unnecessary.
I beg you stand.

No formality here,
not between old friends like us.

A thousand gratitudes, atia.

We humbly seek the protection
and friendship of your family.

Sadly, there are some people who say
that I am of the pompeian faction.

- Are you not?
- All of pompey's faction have fled.

You stay for fear your factories
and storehouses will be looted.

- I assure you, that's not true...
- Castor.

- 5,000 denarii.
- That much?

- I...
- Please, let's not be vulgar.

I'll make the arrangements immediately.

Where is your man durio?
He is long overdue now.

Durio is the best man
I have. He won't fail.

But if not, what then? How do we pay
the legions? How do we feed them?

I have not the least idea.
You fret like a woman, cato.

Durio will return with more than
enough gold to feed and pay the legions.

By any road we'll be back in Rome
before spring, so stop worrying.

It makes no sense.
We should have been stopped by now.

Why is Rome not defended?

Our boys scared 'em off, eh?

Soldiers of the republic do not run,
so it must be a stratagem, a trick.

- Then it's a good trick.
- Unless the gods have abandoned Rome.

If Mars were watching,
he would not allow such a disgrace.

Maybe he was having a crap and missed it.

That sort of disrespect has
led us to this sad pass.

If the gods are not respected,
then why should they help us?

Still no troops.

They will have flanked us, I expect.
Perhaps these drovers know something.

Whoa.

- Salve, citizens.
- Captain.

- You come from the city?
- We do.

- How goes it there?
- You're Caesar's men.

- We are.
- Fortune spreads her legs for you.

Pompey has fled. The city is yours.

- Why would pompey flee?
- You boys were too fast for him.

He couldn't raise his armies quick enough.
He's retreating south with the senate.

- See? Wrong for once.
- Well, er, enjoy your victory, boys.

- How much do you want for the girl?
- Not for sale.

What's in the wagon?

- Grain.
- Show us, soldier.

There's no soldiers here.

My mistake. You all wear the soldier's
boot, so I assumed you are soldiers.

Why would nine good soldiers
be guarding a grain wagon?

I don't have to show you nothing.

Hah!

(Shouts)

My fidelity always, Domina.

I do not like to doubt you, proculus,

but it's an age since I have seen
you at my morning Levy.

Perhaps you've been unwell. Goitres, is it?

Ah, er... goitres, as you say.

Fat, greedy men often find it so.

I shall kill an owl
that your good health continue.

(Whispers)

Speak sense, you creature.

What vile trade is this,
bringing corpses to honest doors?

Take it away!

(Cries out)

(Atia) See what you have done?

The city's unguarded.
It's true then. The republic is fallen.

The sky is still above us
and the earth still below. Strange.

The gods will take their
time in tormenting us.

- Let's see what's in the wagon. Untie the girl.
- Not our concern.

Follow orders.
Advance until resistance is met.

- But that poor girl...
- You will do your duty.

You are a mean bastard, that's
your problem. You've no love in you.

You can talk sweet as you like
to niobe, it won't do any good.

She won't believe a word.

You wake at last.

I was worried.

Water?

Poor baby.

Oh, it was not a dream, then?

Glabius is dead?

He is.

I'm sorry.

Why do you look at me like that?

Like what?

- As if I...
- Did you?

- How can you ask me that question?
- Did you?

I did not!

I'm tortured that you would
harbour such a notion.

Look at me!

Daughter, I swear on the masks
of all my ancestors

that I had nothing... nothing
to do with the killing of glabius.

Who do you think did it, mother?

The streets are full of corpses.
It could have been anyone.

(Caesar) "These are the words
of Gaius Julius Caesar,

"direct descendant of Venus,
proconsul of Gaul,

"glorious imperator
of the northern legions.

"Citizens, I have returned to Italy

"with the sole intention of claiming
my legal and moral rights.

"I have no desire for unlawful powers.

"I will name no man an enemy
who does not so declare himself.

"Even so, the property of
those enemies will not be appropriated

"and their person will remain inviolate
as long as their opposition be peaceful.

"Moreover, to any man
that has taken arms against me

"and now regrets it,
I gladly offer total amnesty.

"However, those that continue
to use violence to oppose my legal rights,

"they shall receive
that which they seek to give.

"Under the auspices of Jupiter capitolinus,

"these are the words
of Gaius Julius Caesar."

- What are you doing?
- I've done my duty. I have sinned enough.

I resign.

That's desertion.

I'm a traitor and a rebel,
why not a deserter as well?

- You can't just leave the 13th.
- (Sighs)

Goodbye, pullo.

To Venus, the birth
giver, I make this sacrifice.

I am Lucius of the vorenian clan,
tribe of stellatina,

formerly first spear centurion
to the prime cohort of the 13th legion.

I have a wife.

Her name is niobe.

Venus, let her love me as I love her.

I give my blood to make it so.

(Whispers)

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

You're very beautiful.

I've come to see
that it may be through ignorance

- that I have not treated you as I should...
- Please, don't.

When we married you had only 13 summers,
soon enough I was gone.

But now you are a woman
and I know nothing of women.

Soldiering is all I know.

Which is not useful.

I've been sullen and untrusting, cold.

But I am not made of stone.

I can change.

I swear on the life of my daughter's son
I will change if you would have it so.

Please speak if you would not have it so
and I will leave without rancour.

- It is I have done wrong.
- How so?

I am...

I've not been...

The past is gone.

We start again.

(Horses whinnying)

(Horns blowing)

(Groaning)

I applaud you. You're about to enter Rome
as a bloodstained conqueror,

and yet you look as calm as a cup of water.

I am glad I appear so.

(J' band plays solemn music)

Gracchus, something more cheerful.

(J' triumphant music)

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