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You seek the arena, do you?

-Come.
-ust 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.

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.

FARID: 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.

hat 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.

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.

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

DOMITIAN: 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?

The auction is about to begin.

MAN: 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.