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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.
-JULA: 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.

GAVROS: 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.

-GAVROS: 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!
-MEN: 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!

ELIA: Stay strong, Ferox.

Incitatus, hold.

-Hold, Incitatus.
-What are you doing?

Yah!

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.

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.