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Previously on Those
About to Die...

If the big, scarred man
comes, one of you follows him

and the other one
comes to find me.

Your brother and sister are
fighting for their lives,

and you talk as if this
is some great adventure?

The Vestal Virgins,

guardians of Rome's
eternal flame.

Could you help me?

Would that my mother had had tears
for her daughter, as you do for yours.

And for our family,

we'll burn down the
entire fucking empire.

Take cover.

Close the door.

Get the burlap! Quickly!

Gavros.

Scorpus, come back.

What is your name?

Xena.

Vesuvius has erupted.

The winds have
carried the ash cloud

over 100 leagues across
much of Rome and beyond.

Pompeii and Herculaneum
and no more.

Survivors?

Fifteen, perhaps 18,000,
making their way to Rome.

A few ships had
time to raise sail,

they're arriving at Ostia
with a few hundred survivors.

We'll send a cohort
of Praetorians

to meet those on the Appian Way.

Food, physicians, clothing.

There's more.

Worse.

The vestal flame has gone out.

A silent doom from all of Rome.

It was unattended...

It has been reignited
and the Vestal Matron

has been flogged, her
corpse hangs in atonement.

Set encampments. Gather food.

Send word that Rome will open
her gates for those in need.

At once.

What's wrong?

That gladiator, the Numidian,

when I was giving
him his prize money,

he was moving to grab a
gladius from one of my guards.

He was going to kill me.

Can you imagine?

A man of auctoritas and
gravitas such as myself,

killed by a mouse.

Step on him.

I think Flamma will
do the stepping.

He's ripe for revenge.

That would be the
most entertaining

way to crush the
little creature.

Hey!

- Hey!
- What's going on?

Stay back. Stay back.

But what has he done?

He's excited the
animus of Domitian.

There will be a rematch
for Flamma, earning Kwame

a special death.

- Take him away.
- You bastard!

Water only. No food.

This takes some of
the fight out of him.

Wine.

Just received from Gaul.

Look...

it's our son.

As handsome as his father.

There's thousands of refugees
pouring in from Pompeii,

more en route.

Titus has promised
them housing and food.

It's the moment we've
been waiting for.

Out!

I spoke with Tilia and Soro

and some of the other
fence-sitters in the Senate.

They're wavering.

Well, we're asking
a lot of them.

Their families and
fortunes have suffered

in the Year of
the Four Emperors.

And it is a gamble
for an Emperor

to die and be replaced by you.

It helps that the Senate sees
Titus draining the Treasury.

They're meeting tomorrow
night, in secret,

to listen to me.

He is not here.

It is urgent.

Little sister!

Tenax has you working here now?

Yes, but freed now.

Jula, Jula, I had the
chance to buy her freedom.

I promise I'll do
the same for you.

I am so happy for you.

I wish it had been
you who was freed.

Do you have something for me?

- All of them?
- Yes.

Well done. Go.

We've been away too long.

She's right. I need to get back
before my mistress notices.

Go. Be safe.

Think it was this way.

Excuse me.

We've lost our way.

Easy to do.

But I would be
honored to help you.

I have to go to the Esquiline.

I can show you. Follow me.

This is the way
out. To the left.

Thank you.

The streets are dangerous
enough at night.

I will accompany you.

Please do.

Let's go.

I'll see to it that
she gets home safely.

Do not take advantage.

This way.

And so, Jula, you ended
up becoming a slave...

In the house of Consul Marsus.

And you can go out alone?

I can, but I have to be careful.

Tell me about your brothers.

They sound like a handful.

Imagine sharing the
room with them...

At least at home,
we had our space.

Rolling hills, grass so
thick, you could swim in it.

I can imagine your
horses loved it.

Hmm.

I have had this feeling of late.

That I will never set
foot in my homeland again.

That is a feeling I know well.

Thank you for walking me, Elia.

Can I see you again?

Maybe.

Titus Flavius Domitianus,
a man of many talents,

not least of which is
pissing off your brother.

Or are you saying that the sacking
of Jerusalem was Passus' idea?

I am rather proud of it.

And don't call me by my
brother's filthy name.

Domitian will do.

I know how you can win
your brother's trust

and get our faction
back up and running.

I'm listening.

Marsus has convened a
meeting of the Senate.

In secret.

So, I swoop in,
arrest them all and...

save the Emperor.

You just need to be there.

See it all and let them hang
themselves on their own words.

There's another group of
refugees en route to Rome.

Prepare an encampment on
the flats of Campus Martius.

Provisions, firewood,
urban guards.

Let's make it quick, I'm busy.

I could serve you better if you
treated me with more respect

than that of a
Clark or a client.

It's a habit.

Too many days in a command tent.

Out.

You are in jeopardy, as am I.

In order to protect us both,

I need you to suspend
my confinement.

Brother.

This is the man I spoke of.

My client, Tenax.

This way, Caesar.

You two, with me.

You brave the night in
troubling times. I thank you.

For centuries, our families

have been charged with protecting
our beloved city and Empire

from those who would
anger the Gods.

Yet now their terrible verdict
rains down from the sky.

And we all know, that with
the Vestal flame extinguished,

we are no longer protected
by Vesta and the Gods,

and this could truly
be the end of times.

So I ask myself,
brothers, what has changed

since the happy
days of the past?

And I can find no
other answer but...

that we have a new Emperor.

Tread lightly, Consul.

We all tread lightly
today, Senator,

on ashes!

Just consider an Emperor

who favors the country
over Rome itself,

and who lies with a
heretic Judean Queen.

No wonder the Gods
have chosen to bury us!

But he has discarded
his Judean Queen,

and taken a Roman wife.

His taking a Roman wife only
further compounds his crime,

for the Judean viper

still shares his bed

and hisses her
poison in his ear.

The Hebrew God delights as
Rome sinks to her knees.

And what of the Roman people?

Our People?

Our clients?

Our sacred duty?

Our people sleep in the sewer

while Titus opens
the flood gates

to thousands of refugees.

He suckles these strangers

and spends what's left on
garish monuments to himself

and his family,

while the people of Rome starve!

Shame!

No one questions
the need for change.

The only question
is, can it succeed?

It can and it must.

I assure you, the
distant legions,

the close guards,
the people of Rome,

and the Gods themselves
will applaud the change!

- The fate of Nero!
- The fate of Nero!

Consul Marsus,

Senators Torel and
Sepulcius, traitors all!

Arrest them.

Lord.

The Gods beseech us to act,

and the time is now.

The Consul Marsus, the
Senators Torel and Sepulcius

are hereby arrested for treason.

Take him!

And him.

Take them!

With me.

So you drove for the
Blues and the Whites?

Eleven firsts.

Wow.

What happened?

Wine... and high living.

Scorpus does that.
He still drives.

It was that and more.

Takes a lot to put
a man in a chariot,

and even more for
him to give it up.

So, why did you?

I started racing
because of the horses.

Like you,

I can feel them.

But racing is different.

A four-horse race is a suicide
you... somehow survive.

I saw half-a-dozen
friends die on the track,

and I barely
avoided death myself

more times than that.

And then, one day I walked off
that track, and I was done.

Once you start
thinking about death,

it's over.

My brothers both want to race.

You worry about them.

Life rarely goes
the way you expect.

Psst. This is for you.

Just a short while.

Brother.

I feared I was to die
on an empty stomach.

The Emperor's brother

seems to have an
interest in your death.

The feeling is mutual, brother.

But I think he will
get his wish first.

The crowd would like a rematch.

They carry the
excitement of revenge.

How many times on
the eve of battle,

did you make your
peace with death?

Too many to count.

And each time,
you cheated death.

In battle, my people
are known for our roar

as we charge,
terrifying our enemy.

Before we run at their
swords and shields,

we whisper a quiet
entreaty to death.

Take me if you will, O Death,

but is it not better
to let me live

and serve you by killing others?

Bold words.

Offering a deal
to Death himself.

Herself.

Death is a woman.

She has so far listened to me.

Halja, perhaps she
will listen to you.

I think she is too in love with
Flamma to save me, brother.

When do I die?

Five days.

And my friend brings me wine.

A short life can
still be a good life.

I am in your debt, brother.

I worry only for your
safety, as I did Father's.

How do you think the
Senate will react?

They'll watch.

And wait for the
reaction of the mob.

Huh, so what do you suggest?

Increase the grain dole.

Porto? Tell me.

We have grain stores
enough to double it.

Then do so.

What else?

Increase the Inaugural Games
from fifty days to a hundred.

And bring back
the people's hero.

Let Scorpus race again
for the Gold Faction.

That's very wise.

The faction owners have
replaced me in their affection,

so I shall replace
them in the mob's.

The Gold faction
will be reinstated.

You have my word.

My brother has granted me

another opportunity
to serve him.

I am to organize the
increased Inaugural Games

of our Flavian Amphitheater.

The enormity of the wagers
will be to your liking.

No doubt.

But who will be
master of these games?

- Passus?
- He has experience.

Courtesy of the factions
and beholden to them.

You have another suggestion?

What about me?

You are ambitious.

I've made no secret
of that with you.

You do have certain talents.

But is the art of
entertainment one of them?

With all due respect,
Your Highness...

you are too far
above the lower order

to know what they really want.

I know, because I'm one of them.

I have felt their hunger,

and lived in their filth.

I know what they fear, and
I know what they crave,

and I can devise entertainment
that will feed that craving.

They're more base
than you can imagine.

Very well, a test.

Let's see how you do with the
execution of the traitors.

And while you do so,

get Scorpus back in one
of my Golden chariots.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

You can do it! Come on!

Scorpus! Scorpus! Scorpus!

- Oh! It's Scorpus!
- Ladies.

You are under arrest.

No.

I'm Scorpus, lead
charioteer of a faction.

Get your hands off me.

Oi! You listen. I am
The Great Scorpus.

Not one of your animals.

The Emperor will hear of this!

You did this to me.

You pig.

Well, you had your
fun with Scorpus.

Now, let him out.

You were arrested
for illegal betting.

Illegal betting?

It's a joke coming from
the likes of you. Yes?

Funny for me, my friend,

not really for you.

But, for the sake of
our old friendship,

I could probably end this,

if you simply sign back
to the Gold Faction.

Oh, for fuck sake's, Scorpus.

You own 25% of the Gold faction.

It's worth ten times...
a hundred times more than

the measly 600,000
that Leto's paying you!

Go fuck yourself.

Wait. Wait!

I will drive for the Gold,

but you don't ever
call me a friend again.

Good choice...

my friend.

Hey!

Hey, you let me out,
you little shit!

A prayer for Vesta.

Oh Goddess of the
eternal hearth.

Your prayer will be heard.

Cornelia. Look at you,

Virgo Vestalis Maxima!

Chief Vestal.

Your father and I rejoice
at your elevation.

A woman clubbed and
flogged to death,

because the vestal
fires went out.

That is a source of your pride?

So, what is this meeting about?

- You may not have heard...
- The Vestals hear everything.

As Vestal Matron, you
speak for the Gods.

If we go before the
Emperor together

- and plead for your father's life...
- No.

Cornelia, your father needs you.

He did not need me,

when he condemned me to this
golden cage for nearly 30 years.

We gave you opportunity
to commune with the Gods.

I've never heard them. Not once!

You placed me in this prison,

you sent me here,
not for my benefit,

but for your own glory
and that of my brother.

It was my duty to give you up,

and now, it is your duty

to help save your father

from being thrown off
the Tarpeian rock.

I would help push
him off if I could.

Do not say such a thing.

You are his daughter.

I'm a Vestal Virgin.

I am no longer his daughter,

or yours.

Cornelia!

I beg of you.

Did you get my letter?

I understand how much you love

your Spanish horses...

...but please tell me you
visited the baths before coming.

- Always.
- "Always," he says.

Oh. You did go to the baths.

Your words hide the truth.

I know how much you love
the smell of stables.

Oh... never.

I want to steal
you away from here.

Then you would see me
nailed to the cross.

Marsus is in a cell.

He can no longer harm you.

What about my mistress?

We'll buy your freedom.

With what?

I have my wages and the small
portion of the stud fees.

After a few wins, it
will be worth something.

Three thousand sesterces?

Because that is what
she paid for me.

I believe

if you had the money,
you would save me.

Jula, stop.

Otherwise, I won't want to stop.

What if I don't want to stop?

I feared...

my first time

would be with...

I want it to be
with you instead.

At least I know
how it should feel.

I don't know how it
should feel either.

Then...

let us discover it together.

Are you sure?

I am sure.

They look the same to me.

Yes. It would appear so,

but they're much, much lighter.

More difficult to
drive, but much faster.

And what about my payment?

Let's talk about money later.

What is this?

What am I supposed
to do with this?

Oh.

Approved.

Approved.

- All good?
- All good.

Scorpus! Scorpus! Scorpus!

Come on, faster!

Scorpus makes his move again.

Could be his third
victory this week.

Scorpus! Scorpus! Scorpus!

You were right, Domitian.

The mob content,

and the Senate cowed.

- May our blood prevail.
- Till Rome itself falls.

Go! Go!

Oh, dear!

Where are you going?

The race is not finished.

My drivers shipwrecked.
Why should I stay?

I'm beginning to understand the
crowd's love for this Scorpus.

Yes!

Scorpus! Scorpus! Scorpus!

Ah, the victorious
faction owner!

I have a question:

the betting is always stopped
before the race starts?

- Of course.
- Why?

It's always been done that way.

That's the law.

Do you always follow the law?

You are leaving
money on the table,

lots of it.

In Numidia, with horse racing,
cock fighting, wrestling,

the betting goes
for the whole match.

And what if you get caught?

The key to breaking
the law is not to.

All we have to do is
change the betting system.

And how do we do that,
and take the new bets?

We put your kids in the stands.

Hmm.

"Congratulations.

"You have your
Gold Faction back.

"Your winnings,

"or your boys will
continue to die,

"and your secret will
be a secret no more."

"This will never end."

"Unless you end it."

Tenax, somebody wants
to speak with you.

He wants a conference with you.

Tell him I'll be there
first thing in the morning.

He's waiting for you,

now.

Tenax is here.

Excuse me, brother,
one of my clients.

Out!

I thought I would collect
my winnings in person.

Coming, Dominus.

These big bets are
made on credit.

We have to wait for the
patricians to pay their debts.

Bring me what you owe tomorrow.

Understood?

You! You stole my driver.

You'll have to talk
to Scorpus about that.

Scorpus made a deal.

He belongs to the
White Faction now.

He doesn't seem to think so.

If you want loyalty, you
should pay your men more.

You fucking upstart!

I want him back.

You, all of you,

you think the Gods have
anointed you to lead?

You're wrong.

Your positions are as fragile
as those the men you killed

to get to where you
are, now step aside.

Or should I call the guards?

I'm a busy man.

Thank you, Senator.

Tenax! Are you
just going to leave

without giving me
my share from today?

I'm in a hurry.

Hey, what is wrong with you?

- You're drunk?
- Yes, I am.

And I need my money. I have
a victory orgy to pay for.

Have it on credit.

I won.

Our faction won.

Come on, Scorpus must be paid!

When I have it.

What is in that cart?

I don't want to hear
anything else from you,

until I have my money.

I want my money!

I want my money.

- Anything?
- Not yet.

I have returned on the
Ides as you requested.

Would you help me?

There's a man,

Tenax.

A criminal.

Do you know him?

Yes.

He owned my eldest
daughter as a slave.

I bought her freedom,

and now she and I work for him.

He carries the
stench of his crimes.

You are tainted by
that stench, too.

I only do it for my children.

And yet, you sought
to deceive me

and use me to free
your daughter.

- No, no, no...
- You assumed

I bear ill will
toward my parents,

and you thought
you could use that

to free your child from them.

Yes.

There's much you still
need to learn of Rome

and the Vestals.

I belong to this city,
not to my father.

He conspired to break the
divine order, and must die.

You are not worthy
of my intercession.

No, please. My daughter,
she's an innocent,

she's worthy of your protection.

Only Rome is worthy
of my protection.

What's wrong?

A dark day.

Agreed.

At the moment.

What is that look?

I'm reconsidering my
association with you.

Nica. Nica, wake up!

You stay here!

Tenax! Tenax!

Big man with scars on his face.

Lock the door.

- Where's Dacia?
- No idea.

Hurry.

Wait here.

Drop the knife.

You should pay your men more.

You want to live?

The knife,

move it slowly

to your weak hand. Pass
it to me, underhand.

If you want something
done, do it yourself.

Now, that I've taken
everything from you,

I'm going to kill you.

Good, you learned from
fighting thugs and low-lifes.

I learned from fighting in the
greatest army on this Earth.

Quintus.

You're just a whiny
little weakling.

Now, I'll leave
you, as you left me.

Before we killed our master,

he revealed his
darkest secret to me.

Because his wife
owned a stud farm,

he hid you as a slave
right under her nose.

While you roast in hell,

think about this.

He was your father!

That's right. Patrician
blood runs through you.

Farewell, little Quintus.