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You seek the arena, do you?

- Come.
- Just looking to sell our Andalusians.

I'll speak to Fimbria after the race.

Your brother did well
today, you did not.

You neglect your duty

for that Judean queen
who sleeps in your bed.

- Your wife's shares?
- What is that?

Wealth, position, power.

500 shares of the Blue Faction.

Why did Kirko's chariot fell apart?

You can leave.

By the Gods...

What are you doing?

What do you want?

- What's this?
- One cotter pin, cut halfway through.

My racing partner is dead.

And I would be if I
hadn't switched rigs.

Is this one of your fixes?

Scorpus loses, you collect big.

I break a few bones or my
neck, to make it look real.

No, of course it's not.

I told you, I have much
bigger plans for the both of us

than a few more rigged races.

Then find out who sabotaged my rig,

and kill them.

Oh...

Nice.

Looks just like my horse, Incitatus.

Go. And take your winnings from today.

Don't take me for granted.

I don't.

Yes. Good boy.

How do you know Andalusians?

I drove them. A long time ago.

You raced?

Well, there are no horses out
there to equal our Andalusians.

How are they?

Sorna and Sista got their
legs cut from the debris.

We'll have to rest them for a week.

Andalusians, huh?

- Yes.
- Huh.

Gavros has a high opinion of
Andalusians, I think they're pigs.

They're faster than your Bays,
sturdier, and more nimble.

If they're pigs, what
does that make your Bays?

Listen to the boy. Who
does he remind you of?

I was thinking me, but now...

I'm thinking you.

Tomorrow afternoon,

I'll take a look at your Andalusians.

Gavros!

Your brother has a way with words.

Your running your horse for
Scorpus tomorrow afternoon.

Well done, little brother.

Imagine our horse is running
for the Blues in Rome.

Where do you stay?

I know a place. Follow me.

One of Tenax's.

This one has fewer
vermin than the others.

Who's Tenax?

You'll find out soon enough.

Thank you, Gavros.

Nine sesterces a month.

Each.

I only have two.

What did you spend it on?

You've already spent enough
time in a bed, Fonsoa.

Now, you get the floor.

What's happening?

- Papa!
- No, no, please!

Who told you to do this?

I didn't do it. Tenax,
please. Believe me.

So you're more afraid of whoever
it was than you are of me.

No, please, please. I
know nothing about this.

Believe me, please...

You disappoint me.

- No! No, no, no!
- I know who!

He had red hair and he was in the shop.

He said it was a surprise for you, Papa.

Said it was a secret.

Lucky you.

Yes!

It's your day, yeah?

You're new to Rome, yes?

Who are you?

I'm Tenax.

Ask around.

People will suggest you be polite to me.

What do you want?

The way things work around here is that

before you fuck with a chariot race,

you ask me nicely.

And if you want to do it
in a way that might kill

the most valuable charioteer in Rome

who happens to be my friend,

then I'd say no.

And I'd cut off your balls.

Your name again?

Tenax.

I heard of you.

You're very powerful
in your little world.

The person who hired me

is from a much, much bigger world.

Perhaps this person will protect you.

We'll see.

Come on, Lucius.

He didn't even stand up.

You should have killed him.

I will.

First, I have to deal
with the one who hired him.

How do we find out who it was?

He just told me.

I will not send you away.

But you must.

I'll be Emperor soon.

No one will challenge me.

If your brother takes the curule
chair, what then of me and my people?

Nothing would delight him more than

filling his arena with our blood.

It's not his.

It's Rome's.

It's mine.

Stay here.

In Rome.

You two, out.

Did you kill the little
shit who tried to kill me?

Not exactly.

It was Domitian who ordered
your chariot sabotaged.

Domitian?

Why would he want me dead?

He just needed some money, so he...

nudged the odds a bit.

Why would Domitian need money?

His family rule the fucking world.

Yes and no.

His father keeps him on a tight leash.

Remember, he is the
lesser of the two sons.

He has to tread very
carefully with his father.

He owes millions to betting
taverns all over Rome.

Which tell us just how
desperate he's become.

It's good news, really.

This is the final piece
of the puzzle we need

to get our faction.

What? How?

Well...

in you, we have the
best driver in history.

- Agreed.
- And when I sell the shares in the Blue,

we'll have enough to
fund our own faction.

Then, all we need is permission

from the Aedile Ludi,

Master of the Games, who happens to be?

The noble, but skint

Domitian, son of the Emperor.

Yes!

That's what happens to slaves

when they don't accept their fate.

Take them.

- No!
- Kwame.

Look at me. Be strong.

Be strong.

- Be strong.
- Help!

Aura, look after her!

Kwame! No! No!

No!

Ah, Farid.

What do you have for me?

Feast your eyes.

By the Gods.

I've heard of such beasts, but
thought they were imaginary.

Oh, he's real. And you're
going to pay real money for him.

He killed two men in the taking,

and ripped apart another
during the transport.

Well, I'm done for.

I like him already.

Who is he?

Kwame, his captor.

He fears the beast is
protected by demons.

I fear claws and teeth.

Not magic.

You should fear both.

Four hundred.

Five.

One moment.

Some Numidian is selling pearls.

Ah.

Newly bought slaves,
where would they be taken?

Salam.

How many pearls do you have?

And the money you got
from the one you sold?

What else might she have?

Can't you see?

Psst! Go!

And to think my brother were to
throw him from the Tarpeian Rock.

What a waste that would have been.

- Flamma.
- Flavius Domitianus.

Are they still feeding you well?

Yes.

- Women?
- My pick.

On the Kalends and
the Ides of each month.

Good.

New arrivals.

Good.

Good.

Too light. Even for Retiarius.

I've seen him fight.

He's fast.

He's said to have killed
a lion with his bare hands.

With his bare hands?

I'd like to see what you can do.

Put him with this one.

Viggo.

Medium tether.

He's not allowed to do that.

A gladius.

Stop!

Stop.

Forgive me, Flavius Domitianus.

Viggo has a following.

Isn't it perhaps better to let
Flamma kill him before a crowd?

Very well.

A lion. Without a weapon.

A lie, of course. But a bold one.

North Africa, filled with
filthy vermin and dogs,

pacified by my august father.

But, thankfully, not pacified too much.

So, tell me.

What could you kill with you bare hands?

Restrain!

Buy him. We'll make a
good show of his death.

With me.

Where is he?

Don't worry. He'll be here.

Here he comes.

They're small for Andalusians.

It is not their size
that makes horses fast.

And no whip. They run better without it.

Yah!

Hut, hut, hut.

Whoa.

They're fast.

Whoo.

Yah!

- Yes, here, you...
- Hey!

Have you thought about my offer?

Yes, I have.

Twenty-thousand sesterces for the ten,

but the three of you
stay on as stable hands

to get the most out of them.

- We accept.
- Both offers.

The hell we do. We agreed to go back.

Elia, look around.

- Do you really want to go back?
- Yes.

We're at Circus Maximus
and this is Scorpus.

He's trying to buy
your horses and hire us.

Exactly. He wants to trap
us in this sewer of a city.

Twenty thousand sesterces.

I will take the money.

But we agreed to sell
the horses and go back.

We could really be someone here.

Make a name for ourselves.

Horses, as many as you want.

I have all the horses
I want back in Baetica.

Boys.

Scorpus is waiting.

Yes.

We vote.

I'm in.

Yes.

I am not voting. I'm leaving.

Elia!

He'll come around.

We have a deal.

The little shit stays as well, yes?

Yes.

I have just driven the
fastest horses in my life.

Are you sure?

They fly on the wings of Pegasus.

So I bought them.

Well, with your money.

- So you're in?
- Of course I'm in.

I've always been in.

What do you want?

Isn't it normal for
Scorpus to buy horses?

With your money, yes.

This was on his own.

Do you think Scorpus is
leaving us for another faction?

He's up to something.

Consul. There is a man
here requesting an audience.

Tenax, a plebeian.

No, of course not.

Send him to one of my clients.

He is very insistent.

He says he has something to offer
you regarding the Blue Faction.

Five hundred shares of the Blue Faction.

How did you get these?

A gambling debt.

Why did you come to me with them?

Because these shares will make you

lead owner of the Blue Faction again.

Meaning, you'll pay more
for them than anyone else.

- Perhaps.
- For certain.

The Blue Faction was prosperous
when you were lead owner.

It's no secret that
Caltonia married old Linius

because of their combined shares.

And then, he died, and
she remained lead owner.

And it's no secret that
you want that position back.

700,000 sesterces.

- That's absurd.
- 800,000 sesterces.

This is an insulting
way to bargain. Be off.

As you wish.

I assume Caltonia will want to
permanently solidify her position as

lead owner.

Stop.

Five hundred thousand.

Nine.

Fine.

Nine hundred thousand.

But we tell the world it was five.

As you wish.

Enjoy your revenge, Consul.

Vile man. Why did he
sell to us and not to her?

Because he correctly
measured my hatred of Caltonia

with my desire to be lead owner.

What a face she'll make
when she learns of this.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Beyond.

If these Judeans waged war with the
same facility they have to build,

we never would have defeated them.

Flavius Domitianus.

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

You can thank Scorpus for that.

Please tell me you're not
here to ask for what I owe you.

No.

No, I've long since come to realize

that taking bets from
the Imperial family

is no more than a form of taxation.

Good.

Speak.

This conversation should
be held under four eyes.

Go.

Look, I don't care
about what you owe me.

I don't care that you tried to rig

the race yesterday, at all.

It just tells me one thing.

You need money.

Lots of money.

You play a dangerous game here.

As do you.

The grain supply.

Food riots. Ambition.

They're all dangerous.

I don't know whether
I should listen to you

or simply have you killed.

You could do both.

Why not listen to what
I have to say first?

- Very well.
- Like you, I'm an ambitious man.

My partner, the great
charioteer, Scorpus, and I

wish to form a new racing faction.

He would break away from the Blue?

After everything they've done for him?

He's ambitious.

Same as me, same as you.

I'm enjoying this. Continue.

Scorpus and I have the
money to start a new faction,

and we've recently acquired
some horses, astonishing horses,

that will ensure victories.

All we need now is Imperial permission

from you as Aedile Ludi to
race them at the Circus Maximus.

And how would this benefit me?

A river of money.

Half ownership in secret
and all that it will yield.

Victory purses, gate percentage.

Seat fees, stud fees, betting proceeds,

as well as the value of
the shares themselves.

These "astonishing horses"?

Andalusians. With, in
the words of Scorpus,

"The wings of Pegasus."

With Scorpus driving
them, we'll never lose.

Unless, of course,

the odds make losing more profitable.

And one other thing.

I'd like to formally become your client,

in order to better serve your interests.

My client.

That is a big step.

The responsibility goes both ways.

Up and down.

I'll consider it.

And your other offer as well.

Leave now.

Brothers!

Gotta take a piss.

Ah! See if you gotta go after I'm done.

My pearls, or I cut it off.

I only have one left. I swear.

I used the rest to pay debts.

That's all that's left.

On the ground.

Elia, how many times
do I have to say it?

It's not forever. We'll
all go back together soon.

When, exactly?

After you're grooms
instead of stable hands?

After you start driving?

Give it a chance. One
fortnight, then decide.

No.

You've lied to me. Both of you.

You never intended to go home, did you?

Take good care of Ferox.
Barley in the summer,

and don't forget to
take him to the pasture.

Water brushes only, never oil.

Carrots for his teeth.

Elia. Come.

Quickly, come!

Ferox.

Come closer.

Yes, it is that time.

Since Caesar Augustus, no emperor

has been succeeded by a true son.

They've all been
followed by adopted sons

or by usurpers. Until now, until me.

Huh.

Look at the two of you.

Both more than capable
of taking my place.

Titus, the soldier, like myself,

with a string of victories.

And Domitian, our politician
of insight and subtlety,

so adept at handling
the Senate in our absence

and helping me secure the curule chair.

It is a difficult choice.

But nothing, nothing is more important

than protecting our beloved Rome.

Our foreign enemies are dangerous,

and our enemies here in Rome
itself are also dangerous.

Ready to sacrifice this city
on the altar of their ambition.

But of the two,

our foreign enemies,

the Parthians, the Gauls,
the Britons, the Huns,

they are the greater danger.

Therefore,

a soldier must sit on the curule chair.

Titus, you will be Emperor.

Domitian?

I will serve my brother
in every way I can.

That is good.

Door!

Do you strike now?

Against Titus' legions?

His riches and the loyalty
of the Praetorian Guards?

No. Let Titus believe he's won.

I will fight him with the
weapons I've been granted.

No, no, no. I must look like

Alexander the Great, not a street whore.

I need something much more
dramatic for my grand entrance.

Scorpus the Great.

Driver of his own faction. Yes?

Out!

Hmm?

Is this what you call discreet?

Word will get out once we
get Domitian's approval.

If we get approval.

Come, he's meeting us at the stables

to look at the Andalusians.

- Fuck!
- Gavros went to go get a physician.

- My lord.
- My lord.

Why didn't someone tell me?

Domitian, he's here. Outside.

As I said, fuck!

All right, I'll divert him.

Close the curtains. Go, close them.

Come on.

Come, help me.

Here.

Flavius Domitianus.

Where are these horses
with the wings of Pegasus?

First, how about some
food, or wine, perhaps?

No.

Girls, or maybe boys?

I was thinking, the stables
don't show them at their best.

You should see them on the track,

- running, perhaps tomorrow?
- Tenax!

I have no time for this. Where are they?

I know horses well enough to
see them running or stabled.

My lord.

Flavius Domitianus, you honor us.

Scorpus.

And sober. Impressed
already. Is this one of them?

Yes, yes, Ferox. The lead.

Why is he in a sling?

It's a Spanish technique, Your Highness.

We sling them for a day
after a long uphill run.

It makes them faster on the flat.

Yes. Yes, I've heard of this technique.

Where are the others?

At pasture.

Outside.

It's okay.

Circus Maximus now has five factions.

Each of you will own one quarter.

My ownership of one half
shall remain in the shadows.

- As you wish.
- As I command.

Do not disappoint me.

Your Highness.

One more thing.

I've decided to make
you one of my clients.

You honor me.

Till my death, I will
serve your interests.

And should it suit me,
I may protect yours.

With me.

Augendus, the best there is.

He was once veterinarius for the Greens.

You were right, Gavros.
Most definitely nightshade.

What can you do for them?

Bury them.

I'm not in the mood for jokes.

There's little you can do.

A magnus might say put crows in
their stalls for three nights.

And use bells to call out the
Orci spirits from their livers.

I'm not going to bet my life
on that one. Do what you can.

No one has seen this.

If you tell a single fucking person,

you will die in ways you cannot
imagine. Do you understand?

Yes.

Remember, the only
person you have to fear

more than Domitian, is me.

We understand, sir. We
have seen nothing here.

You two.

Andria, Elia, come.

All right, little brother.

You win. This is getting too dangerous.

I say we play along until dark,

and then slip out of the city.

- To go where?
- Anywhere, other than here.

- Home.
- I'm not going to leave our horses to die.

Now he wants to stay.

We have reared these horses
ever since they were foals.

I love them, and I'm not
going to leave them behind.

The Emperor's son has seen us.

How far would we get if we run?

We have no option.

We throw in with Scorpus and Tenax.

And get guards. I'll send more.

Who did this?

I was about to ask you the same thing.

I told no one.

Except your bloody tailor and who
knows who else. Antonia, perhaps?

Domitian has slaves and
attendants. They talk.

It's too late now.

My first year of racing,

the Reds' lead horse was
poisoned with nightshade.

Physician Caldus cured
it with yellow ash.

Yellow ash is poison. It
will kill quicker than cure.

It worked for Caldus.

Can you get him? Where is he?

Pompeii. I'll go.

You go with him. Keep him safe.

Try not to be seen.

Let's get some fresh horses.

Scorpus! Scorpus!

- Guards.
- Yes, sir.

Tenax. I paid your men already.

- A fortnight ago.
- I'm not collecting.

I'm buying. Nightshade.

I don't sell poisons.

Anymore.

I sold all I had.

To whom?

I know that you poisoned
my horses. Who hired you?

You are going to kill me anyway.

Why should I tell you?

Don't be so sure I'm going to kill you.

You might be more use to me alive.

Salto there, only he knew.

He spoke to someone in a litter.

- When I was across the square.
- Describe the litter.

Fancy. Gold and green
stripes, with wooden handles.

Remember my mercy.

Find out who owns that litter.

- How many have died?
- This is the first.

I have saved the others thus far.

Gavros.

Find other horses to buy.

All the good stock is
owned by the factions.

Anything you find will not be as good.

They'll be alive.

No more.

We pack and we'll be ready to leave

as soon as Andria returns.

I've told you. I'm not leaving.

You're a child. You've
always been a child.

Andria and I have spoiled
you since the moment

our mother died giving birth to you.

Fine. Go.

Mother, are you all right?

- Can I help you with that?
- Yes, please.

- What do we say?
- Thank you.

Woola. Woola, get up.

That's the one.

Come on, let's see where it goes.

Make way.

Make way.

Gold and green stripes. This
is definitely the litter.

Go get Tenax.

Yes, of course. For you, I'll rush.

I can have them ready
in less than a month.

I don't have a month,
I'm sure I have two days.

What about these?

Oh. These are my best work.

- I can build a pair exactly like these for you.
- I'll take these.

No, these are Leto's. He
ordered them for Xenon.

They're mine now. Repaint them.

I can't.

We found the litter!

Repaint them.

What color?

Gather round, gather round.

The auction is about to begin.

Make way there!

All right.

For our first offering.

Look at this Briton. Not only beautiful,

but she cooks all the wonderful dishes

for which the Britons are so famous.

Who'll give me 100 sesterces?

Oh come on. Eighty, then.

Excellent. This one's yours.

Step right up and come and get her.

Up next, this workhorse of a girl.

Suitable for either type of ploughing.

Who'll give me 50?

I'll give you 50.

Fifty over here. Come and get the key.

And now, for our main attraction.

A pair of Numidian sisters.

Sold as a set or individually. Any bids?

One hundred.

One-eighty.

Two hundred.

I'm told this one is a virgin.

Untouched by man or beast.

Who'll give me 250?

Now any bids? 400?

Five.

- Six hundred.
- Seven hundred.

Eight.

Three thousand sesterces.

Sold! For 3,000 sesterces.

My word.

Come and get your goods.

Mother!

Have some pity.

- Please.
- I'm sorry.

Mother! Mother!

And next, her sister.

Mother!

Perhaps not a virgin, but
sturdy and well formed.

Five hundred.

I bid 800.

Sold to Tenax for 500.

No, no, no. I bid 800.

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

Here, here, 1,000.

She's already sold.

No. No.

One thousand, I double your bid.

Sorry, the deal is done.

Talia, leave us.

Sit.

I said sit.

After you take me,

sooner or later you will fall asleep.

And when you do, I
will slit your throat.

You're going to slit my throat?

I own you. You are my slave.

I can do whatever I want with you.

You don't give up.

I am her mother.

My girl.

Aura, I'm here.

I already told you. She's not for sale.

Everything is for sale
at the right price.

Not her.

Why did you buy her?

I need to know things about the
person who bought your other daughter.

I see.

You seek to use this daughter

as a go-between to my other
daughter to spy on your enemy.

I have an alternative.

I'm listening.

I will be your go-between.

But you don't touch her.

And when this is over, whatever it is,

you allow me to buy her.

At your cost.

No.

When all this is done,

I will consider selling her to
you for whatever price I like.

I need lodging.

I have a room at the back.

You can stay with your
daughter for a couple of nights.

My name is Cala.

Are you all right?

Hey, shh!

Water, not poison.

You did well against me.

- What do you want?
- A deal.

Did you see the big
gladiator watching us?

The giant one with the
markings on his neck.

- Yes.
- He is Flamma.

He's going to kill me.

Pity you.

Yes. Pity me.

See, from the time I was a child,

I've always been the biggest,
strongest, the fastest.

As a warrior, I have
always killed with ease.

Perhaps you'll surprise this Flamma.

No.

He's going to kill me with ease.

He's bigger than me, faster
than me, stronger than me,

and he has an endless well of tricks,

any of which can put a
sword through my belly.

What is this to me?

The trader, Farid.

He said that you killed
a lion without a weapon.

That is a lie I tell the Romans

to get hired for their hunts.

I did once kill a
leopard without a weapon.

It was almost full-grown,

and sometimes a leopard can kill a lion.

So that is almost
like me killing a lion.

Almost.

Perhaps in that, there
is some little thing

I can use against Flamma.

With what you know, which is nothing,

you will not survive
one day in the arena.

But if you tell me what you know

about fighting animals
bigger and stronger than you,

I can teach you our weapons.

Give you a chance to survive,

and dream of the wooden sword.

The wooden sword?

Freedom.

If a gladiator entertains
the crowd well enough,

the crowd can demand he
be given the wooden sword.

Which takes him out of this place.

- The worthy ones.
- And what is yours?

To free my sisters, and kill Romans.

Pity we can't kill them all.

What of the one who was watching us?

The one with the eyes of a hyena?

Mm. Domitian.

He is the son of the Emperor Vespasian.

Then he will do.

What?

You want to start with killing Domitian?

Then that's what we will do.

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