All language subtitles for Those About to Die - 01x03

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Previously on Those About to Die...

That's what happens to slaves
when they don't accept their fate.

Newly bought slaves,
where would they be taken?

You need money.

- Lots of money.
- You play a dangerous game here.

Do you think Scorpus is
leaving us for another faction?

He's up to something.

This one is a virgin.

- Three thousand sesterces.
- Mother!

Five hundred.

You seek to use this daughter as
a go-between to spy on your enemy.

I will be your go between.

Titus, you will be Emperor.

The trick with the yellow
ash of Mount Vesuvius

is not using too much.

Too much, and the cure
is worse than a curse.

How much is too much?

That's the art of it.

The Gods reside within.

Where do they stay there?

You should change the positions
of your middle two horses.

You have your big horse left center,

and he should be right center.

I've done all right.

Of course, I'm... just saying.

Do you drive, Andria?

Two horse gigs mostly.

But I've driven fours,

and I once drove a six.

Impressive.

I know I have a lot to learn.

I'm a provincial boy,

just as you once were.

But you learned, so will I.

And, one day, I, too, will
drive in Circus Maximus,

like you.

Nobody drives like me.

Let's get back to Rome.

Elia, the mottled one just died.

Lenno. The same mare and sire
as Ferox, a season younger.

He was never as fast as
Ferox, but what a heart he had.

He would have run until it exploded.

Tell me of this man Tenax.

Better than some, worse than others.

He does business betting
at Circus Maximus.

Buying, selling, doing
things I don't see.

I would not speak of,
even if saw I them.

Get her to the House of Consul Marsus,

and make sure she contacts her daughter.

I need ears on Marsus and Antonia.

Please.

One moment. Please.

Are you intact?

Come closer.

Good. Drusilla here will train
you in what you need to know.

Speak.

You could not know her
virginity from a single touch.

It wasn't my touch that confirmed it.

It was her tears.

- Drusilla.
- Claudia.

This is the mother of the
new girl in your house.

Go, to the kitchen.

Jula.

How can you be here? What are we to do?

Quiet.

We don't have much time.

There are things you need to do.

Now listen carefully.

My son is in Rome as well,

taken to be a gladiator.

Where would he be?

The Ludus Magnus. Come.

This is madness.

I will have no part of this.

- Go then.
- What?

Wait. He said it could kill them.

I mean, what else can we do?

Put crows in their stalls,
bells to scare away the spirits?

Gavros?

They'll die, if we do nothing.

With this, perhaps they have a chance.

Let me do it.

Easy, easy, easy, easy. Gently. Yes.

No. I saw that coming.

Use the net.

Forget the trident until I'm snared.

No.

You have to trick me.

Men are smarter than animals.

Now you're learning.

Reverse. Attackers, defend.

Good.

Move! Move!

Confuse me.

If I move, you will
learn. You will know.

If I'm still, you have to guess.

Water.

Who taught you the hunting of animals?

Animals?

When I was a boy,

my father would say that and laugh.

"Learn from the prey, not from me."

But I learn it all from him.

He was from Nubia,

the land of the Black Pharaohs,

where we have hunted with
kings, since the dawn of time.

When I could crawl, he taught
me to catch mice and moles.

When I could walk, it was
lizards and hares and foxes.

When I could run alongside him,
we took all the worthy prey.

How did he die?

Romans killed him.

Why?

Because they are Romans.

It was what they called the
Year of The Four Emperors.

Romans fighting Romans.

My father fought for the wrong Roman.

Vespasian won and took his
vengeance against the losers.

The first of the Romans were twins.

Romulus and Remus, abandoned
by their mother, left to die.

A she-wolf found them, suckled
them and raised them as wolves

in a cave on a hill called Palatine.

Where the palace of Vespasian
and his sons now stands.

Dogs, even savage ones
like Laconians and vulpines

only kill when hungry.

Even hyenas.

The nasty creatures they are,
they only kill when hungry.

Wolfs are different.

Wolves kill for pleasure.

Like the Romans.

And what of you?

Taken from a battlefield?

No, on a battlement, with our
women and children behind us.

In the north, there
is shame and surrender.

But it was the only way
to keep our families alive.

My wife and son are here in Rome.

From the first to the 12th
hour, she weaves for them.

My son is seven.

He has spent the last
two years hooking a rug,

that will be walked on by
the feet of rich Romans.

I get to see them on the
Kalends and, sometimes,

the Nones of each month.

And so you dream of
gaining the Wooden Sword.

Maybe one day.

Colon, Flamma, come here.

Colon, you will fight Flamma
in two days in Circus Maximus

before the chariot races.

Viggo,

you and Kwame will be
Colon's weapons men.

Make sure you get a
good price for his body.

Is there a way to enter?

Easy. Be a well-muscled, manly slave

ready to be butchered
for the glory of Rome.

Be off.

You are not Roman.

You're Syrian.

Please.

My son is in there.

Hey, wait!

Kwame!

What of Jula and Aura?

Jula is a slave in the
house of Consul Marsus,

and Aura, she is owned by a
criminal, a man called Tenax.

Are they well?

They're alive.

- Watch out.
- Hold your anger.

Don't make more trouble.

I'll free you from here.

- I don't believe so.
- I will. I promise.

You must go.

What are you doing? Huh?

Why do you hate your brother so much?

I don't know whether I love you in spite

of your stupidity or because of it.

It's not a stupid question.

Why aspire to be Emperor?

Without it, you can still have
everything once could possibly want.

I am a danger to Titus.

That's why he convinced my father
to deny me military command.

It's why I've been kept
on such a tight leash,

begging for enough money to live,

even after cajoling the Senate,

winning them over to my father's cause,

giving him the curule chair.

I've been made what?

Aedile Ludi?

- Aedile Ludi is a position of respect.
- I'm a showman.

My brother, the soldier, is respected.

When I was a boy, he tormented me.

It amused him.

He'd strike me in front of his
soldier friends and make me cry.

On the training field,

he would put a sword in my
hand and dare me to attack him.

But when I did, he would
strike me again and again.

Laughing.

- Humiliating me before all of them.
- He was young.

He was cruel!

Eventually, that torment
turned to tolerance.

But when my father dies, that
tolerance will become fear.

And he will kill me.

And unless I've disposed of you already,

he'll kill you along with me.

If I'm not ambitious, I'm dead.

I'm sorry.

No reason to stay now, I suppose.

Elia!

Come.

Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

Quickly, quickly.

Ferox. Ferox!

Good boy.

African.

I need work.

And a wage.

I have a betting tavern
at the Circus Maximus.

You two could work there.

Pay?

- We'll see about that.
- The horses!

Back from the dead.

I owe Neptune a sacrifice.

- They are weak.
- But getting stronger.

How much stronger? We race tomorrow.

Stronger than the nags we bought.

Did you find me a second driver?

No one else is as foolish as you and I.

No one wants to shove their thumb

in the eye of tradition
and join a fifth faction.

- Two horse gigs?
- And fours.

You're in.

Come.

Pretend. It won't go easier.

Have I ever told you how highly

I think of you as a husband?

No, not that I can remember.
Have you ever had such a thought?

More times than you might think.

So Scorpus told us he's
leaving the Blues for good.

- Hmm.
- But he didn't even know it was me

who ordered his horses poisoned.

- What? That was you?
- Of course.

You regain controlling interest
of our faction, and I protect it.

I suddenly remember why I married you.

- To what do I owe this expression of...
- Respect?

- And love?
- Love as well.

Mm-hmm.

Scorpus is too good a driver to
let him take the truck against us.

Do you mind if I arrange his death?

No, I don't.

Come.

What's this?

A gift.

She's intact.

It's the same scent you used to wear.

I thought you might enjoy that.

Go. Go!

Where is he?

Jula's here.

Come.

Did anyone see you leave?

- No.
- Good. What do you have for me?

- They said they're gonna kill someone.
- Who?

- It could be something with an S.
- Scorpus?

Yes. Scorpus.

Get her back, make sure no one sees her.

Oh, Jula.

How are you? Do they treat you well?

I'm fine.

Come. Quickly.

I wanted to see what the
running surface is like.

Yeah, they switched the
coarser grain sand on the turns.

We have to pull hard
left to hold the line.

♪ People think I'm a
gifted, drunken fool.

That I win because Fortuna
touched me in my mother's womb.

My mother was a whore.
Fortuna never came to visit us.

I win, because, like you,

the night before a race, I come
to the oval and I test the sand.

Tomorrow, I die.

Yes.

When Flamma killed the Gauls,

I helped carry what was left
of them to the animal pens.

No one came for their bodies,

and Atticus got 20
sesterces for the meat.

I'm a warrior, son of a warrior,

the last of the Cimbri people.

And I do not wish to end
up as shit from a tiger.

I wish to end as my
father and grandfather did,

as smoke rising from a warrior's
pyre, ascending to the stars.

I will see to your pyre.

Thank you.

I don't wanna end up as
shit from a tiger either.

If I'm still alive, I'll see to it.

What of you?

Who will attend to your pyre?

I like tigers.

I wouldn't mind ending
up as shit from a tiger.

- Scorpus.
- Ladies.

What?

Huh?

Huh?

What are they doing?

- It's Scorpus!
- It's Scorpus!

They're attacking Scorpus.

Out.

You astonish me.

What are you talking about?

All of Rome knows, Scorpus is dead.

A street crime with
no hint of who did it.

Well done.

It wasn't me.

- What?
- I wanted to kill him in the early morning,

so there will be no time to replace him.

Oh, well, all the better for us.

Our hands are clean.

Add to that, that the
new faction's horses

can barely run and they're
being driven by nobodies.

A pair of Spanish grooms.

There's one thing we
need to take care of.

We need a new driver.

Do you have any thoughts?

I do.

We are here to tally
the Imperial Accounts.

Some light.

Maybe some privacy?

Each of you. Five of these.

Why the intrigue? It's yours.

Well...

in a sense.

Halt.

Lucius.

Spread the bets. No more
than 10,000 sesterces each.

All to lose.

Your Highness, with
respect, that makes no sense.

You can't win betting against everyone.

Do as I say.

All of this, quiet bets,

that Green, Red, Blue
and White shall lose.

I expect excellent odds.

Hermes.

My Queen.

What have you brought me, Goldsmith?

The mark of the Imperial Treasury.

We've recast 40 gold bars for Domitian.

Praying to your one, lonely God?

- Yes.
- What do you ask him for?

Forgiveness.

There are some things
only God can forgive.

Try me.

I pray for my family.

Families are dangerous.

They can ensnare you more completely
than your retiarius in the Circus.

Oh, so you mean my family.

Well, Domitian is a
boy, and I am a soldier.

You think your sword will protect you?

That and those of the
Praetorian Guards, yes.

My grandfather, Herod
the Great, always said,

"It is not easy to kill
a scorpion with a sword."

Your brother grows more
open in his ambition.

What's this?

Appears to be a gold bar
with an Imperial Stamp.

- Where did you get it?
- No, the question is, where did you get it?

- Well, I'm not the one who has it, you are.
- Do not toy with me!

You took it from the Imperial Treasury.

I did no such thing.

And whoever told you
I did, they're lying.

Why would they do that?

There are many who would benefit
from driving a wedge between us.

If you wish, I'll look into it.

I've already done so.

I've ordered an
accounting of the Treasury.

Well, forgive me, but that is my domain.

Not for long.

He will kill you.

He may.

What are you going to do?

The Treasury is large, an
inventory will take time.

When I win today, I'll return what
I borrowed and fill my coffers.

Hopefully enough to
buy some Praetorians.

- They're expensive, Praetorians.
- And if you don't win?

Then I expect I'll die.

You can die with me.

Are you mad? I can't drive for Blue.

White has made me rich.

And besides, Leto would kill me.

He may try.

We will protect you.

How much does Leto pay you now?

All Rome knows.

600,000 sesterces a season,
equal to what you pay Scorpus.

- We will triple that.
- Antonia...

1,600,000 a season?

I believe it's 1,800,000 a season.

Right now, today, for today's race?

Right now, or no deal.

I get to drive Incitatus.

Of course.

I'll drive for you.

But you have to keep
Leto from killing me.

We'll try our very best.

Father, you're not ready.

- Father?
- Huh?

I made a mistake.

I made a terrible mistake.

- A mistake?
- Yeah.

Our infantry is too far away.

I should have kept six
cohorts of infantry in reserve.

- You should rest.
- Huh?

- You should rest.
- Who?

- Come.
- Oi.

Thank you.

I know I can always rely on you...

Titus.

Titus.

Yes, Father.

Do what needs to be done.

You should trust me more, brother.

There's nothing I'd like more.

I'll wait for the count of the
Treasury to tell me if I can.

Well, I'll accept your
apology when the time comes.

Father is, uh, indisposed.

He won't be joining us today.

By the Gods, I'll kill them all!

Marsus, Antonia, Caltonia!

Most of all, Xenon!

Where are the new special
chariots from Lentullus?

He claims that they were stolen.

- Stolen?
- Yes.

What should I do?

Bring up a reserve driver!

And use the old chariots!

- Dear Gods!
- You three, prepare this chariot.

You, prepare the horses.

Come on!

Citizens of Rome!

I present you, our first bout of today.

The Great Flamma, killer of killers,

colossus, will do battle

with the mighty Colon!

We who are about to die,

salute you.

Gladiators, ready!

Engage!

You, a soldier, finding
blood distasteful?

Not distasteful.

Wasteful.

Whether it is shed, defending
or expanding our frontier,

that's where blood serves a purpose.

It serves a purpose
here as well, brother.

Flamma! Flamma! Flamma!

Flamma! Flamma! Flamma!

Hurry. Come.

- ... sentimental.
- What is this?

Caltonia.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you knew.

We've acquired another 500 shares.

I believe that makes us
the leading shareholders.

I'm sure you'll find those
seats quite comfortable.

Oh, and by the way,
although we all mourn

the passing of our beloved Scorpus,

we've taken it upon
ourselves to hire Xenon.

He'll be driving for us today.

Marsus, how dare you?

Xenon is my driver.

Then you should pay your people
better, Senator. Enjoy the race.

By the name of Atargatis, where am I?

Oh, shit. I'm bleeding.

We had to make it look real.

That was you?

You filthy Roman.

So, you tried to kill
the great Scorpus, huh?

No, of course not.

Antonia ordered your death.

- What?
- I'm trying to keep you safe.

If you're dead, no one
will try to kill you.

Antonia?

No, she loves me.

She has a very particular
way of showing it.

And one other thing.

A delivery from your tailor.

Today, just literally four
factions are running for victory.

For the first time in
history, we present you...

The Gold Faction!

With driver, none other than

the great Scorpus!

I thought he was dead.

Those are ours!

They're ours!

- Scorpus is alive?
- Worse.

Look, Xenon is driving for the Blues.

Scorpus is alive!

Three hundred on Scorpus! Gold Faction.

A plebeian, called Tenax
somehow raised enough money

to form a new faction and hire
Scorpus away from the Blue.

That's him, over there.

As Aedile Ludi,

I thought it might please the crowd
to see one of their own up here.

Apparently, I was right.

Remember, no whip.

- Just a snapper. Where is he?
- Boy,

get out of there.

Chariots!

Ready!

Wait. Wait.

On Scorpus.

Come on!

Yah! Yah!

I placed the bet on Scorpus.

- Come on! Come on!
- Come on!

Come on!

Yeah. Yeah.

Come on, let's go. The race
is on. Come on, let's go.

Mother.

Yah!

Now!

How have we bet?

Heavily.

Last round! Last round! Go now!

Yah!

Yah!

Go now! Go!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Go. Go. Go!

Come on. Faster.

More. Give Scorpus more!

Stay strong, Ferox.

Incitatus, hold.

- Hold, Incitatus.
- What are you doing?

Yah!

Yes!

Oh, thank you!

You're not going to stay
and present the laurels?

No.

Because I have an accounting of
the Imperial Treasury to attend.

Quite a day.

I can only guess what's next for
our faction under your stewardship.

I shudder to think.

Damn the Gold Faction! Go to hell!

There's only ever been four factions!

It has been that way for centuries!

Scorpus! Where's that bastard?

I'm gonna report everything
you did to the faction owners.

Leave Incitatus alone.

Well, me and Incitatus are old friends.

Friends, my ass.

Just leave him alone
and stop playing dirty.

Go.

What was your name?

Sofia.

We should do this again.

You can't just add another faction.

Absolutely ridiculous!

Two thousand sesterces for
my daughter Aura's freedom.

Where did that come from?

I won it here,

from you.

We agreed.

I decide the price when
my troubles are over.

From what I've seen of you,
your troubles will never be over.

One thousand.

You owe me for the secrets
I shared with you from Jula.

- Fifteen hundred.
- One thousand.

Fine.

You are free.

Why me?

Mother, what about Jula and Kwame?

One step at a time, daughter.

Tenax!

It's four factions. You hear me? Four!

This is your tradition.

Who are you to change everything?

Boys, we need to close up.

- There's only four factions!
- The rules were broken!

I hear it, the Emperor.

What took you so long?

Huh?

I'm dying.

After the accounting is done,

send more troops to quell the riot.

Yes, my lord.

It is all here, to the last denarii.

So, she deceived me.

General Titus.

The Emperor.

Lift me up.

Yeah.

Take me to the middle of the room.

- Bosa!
- Yes.

My laurel.

An Emperor of Rome

must die

standing

to become divine.

Yeah.

Now I am ready...

to become...

a God.

A God.

Your father.

Take him to the bed.

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