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For the first time
in history,

the Gold Faction!

Hyah!

Two thousand sesterces
for my daughter Aura's freedom.

By the Gods.

An Emperor of Rome
must die standing
to become divine.

How many dead?

About 200. Fighting still
continues in the Suburra.

My father's funeral?

Safe to go ahead tomorrow.

Senators.

I thought the intention
of these games

was to calm the citizens,
not inflame them.

The problem is
this new Gold Faction.

Things were stable when
we were just the four of us.

What do you expect
when a new faction

is owned by a plebeian
and a damned Syrian.

It gives the lower orders ideas.

So, what do you counsel?

Simple, end the Gold Faction.

Interesting.

Let's put that aside
for one moment.

I have a greater concern
about which I would
welcome your input.

This is since
the time of the kings

only three Romans,
Julius Caesar, Caesar Augustus
and Claudius have been

deified, declared Gods.

My father,
the Great Emperor Vespasian,
should, too, be deified,

and join them as a God.

That's a bold request.

The priests and augers tell us
that he has earned
his rightful place

among the Immortals.

Just as your four factions
have earned you

the exclusive right
to run at Circus Maximus.

I bow to the priests.

And we'll move in the Senate

to deify the Emperor Vespasian.

As will I.

How does it look?

A flag!

Down with those!

By order of Emperor
Titus Caesar Vespasianus,

permission to run
in Circus Maximus

is hereby withdrawn
from the Gold Faction.

Let's go.

Fonsoa, wait!

-Calm down.
-Calm down?

I quit the Blue.

I told Marsus and Antonia
to go fuck themselves.

Better they fuck themselves
than you fuck her.

No, no, don't make jokes.

I am the one
being fucked by you.

Atargatis, why did I listen
to this Roman fool?

Scorpus is the best driver
in Rome, best ever,

highest paid in history.

And I threw it all away
for this "golden shitshow"?

Scorpus, settle yourself.

Your greatness
goes unquestioned.

I can fix this.

I believe
these are my chariots.

Gavros?

Ah, White!

Take them out immediately.

Wait. No, no!

Elia! Peace! Peace!

You're nothing more
than common thieves!

-I paid for those.
-So did I.

Well, I didn't actually
pay for them.

But I was thinking about it.

I'm done.

No more Gold Faction
for Scorpus.

I'm out.

Out!

By the grace and power
of the Gods,

we crown
Titus Flavius Vespasianus,

Leader and Emperor of Rome.

CALA: Who are those women?

The Vestal Virgins,

guardians of Rome's
eternal flame,

untouched, unmarried,
loved only by the city itself.

They have great powers.

A mere look from one of them
can save a condemned man.

A touch can set a slave free.

That one, I was her witness.

She's the daughter
of my mistress Antonia.

She was only seven

when the Vestals took her.

She cried, begging her parents
not to give her away.

How could a mother do that?

Father, I don't wish
to offend you. But are you mad?

A tax on urine?

It's not a tax on urine,

it is a tax
on the sale of urine.

Urine bleaches white,

the clothes that we wear.
Do you understand?

Money, smell it.

Smell it.

Do you find
that smell offensive?

-It has no smell.
-Precisely.

Money, it pays for our legions.

It helps us supply our citizens
with baths for their health,

so that they don't rise up
and slit our throats.

Money.

An emperor,
even a prospective one,

knows that money does not stink.

It can build your legacy.

Brother. Brother.

Romans,

I, Titus Flavius Vespasian,

stand before you, an emperor,

general,

and a grieving son.

My father gave you
the Flavian Amphitheater

to hold the greatest games
on Earth.

My legacy,

I shall reconstruct
the Aqueduct Virgo now in ruin.

Water will flow
for the benefit of every Roman.

And once more, I will give you
the greatest public baths

ever seen by man.

Move everything in.

Yes, my queen.

Yes, bring that one
and this one, women.

Yes, this one first, go on,
go ahead, go ahead.

-May I have a word, my love?
-Can it wait?

Tell me, who is going to
build these baths
and remake Rome for you?

We'll talk about that later.

You promised
you would free my people
after you became Emperor,

but I see now you had
no intention of doing so.

You sought such a promise,
I never gave it.

Not in so many words.

My words were precise.

I told you I would do it

if it was in
the interest of Rome.

A vision has told me otherwise.

A vision?

Yes, my father spoke to me
from the Elysian Fields,

told me to build these baths
for the glory of Rome.

As such, it pleases me
to use your people to that end.

You lied to me.

As you said. Later.

The rioting has been quelled.

But there is now fear
that the granaries
will be empty again,

that the grain was
delayed intentionally.

And rumors that a Flavian
was behind the food shortages.

A... A Flavian?

That's impossible
that it was Father,
and certainly not me,

and that leaves...

You're holding something back.

You have two faults.

What, only two?

Two that matter.

You love your mistress
more than you should,

and you trust your brother
more than you ought.

The first fault, um...

that is my affair,.

As for my brother, well,
I love him, true,
but I am no fool.

You think him
behind the grain delays,
behind the riots?

There are rumors.

Find out if there's
substance to them.

We have a problem.

Next, come on.
-Two hundred on Red.

We got 20 at least.

Saranta Leuko.

-Sorenkto!
-Saranta?

Saranta Leuko?

Forty on white.

Move!
Shout your bets. I said move!

Move.

Shout out your bets!

I said move.

Give me 50.

Fifty on blue.

Your Highness.

It was the other owners
that convinced my brother
to get rid of the Gold Faction.

I thought as much.
Can you get us reinstated?

Perhaps.

There is something
I need you to do first.

Your predecessor,
my doer of dark deeds.

-A certain Lucius.
-I've had the misfortune
of meeting him.

He was not
as deep in the shadows
as we might have hoped.

I need you
to obscure his tracks.

They blame you
for the grain shortages
and the food riots.

Not yet, but suspicion
is a short step from blame.

I'll take care of it.
It'll be my pleasure.

And do what you can
to get our Gold Faction
reinstated again.

That sounded
rather like a command.

You're my client,
not my partner.

You serve
my interests in the hope
I deign to serve yours.

Forgive me.
I'll do what you ask.

Who was that man with Domitian?

His name is Tenax.

He's from the Suburra.
And a criminal.

I need to know more about him.

Come for me! Come for me!

Is there anyone else, Lucius?

No. I told you everything.
I swear.

Come on,

isn't going to break.

Give it to him harder.

Something
that is of great concern.

Brother, I expect you
to be busy with
the Queen of Jews

this time of night.

Careful now.
The ice you walk on
is not so thick.

There's a man,
said to have led
the recent food riots, Lucius.

-Do you know of him?
-No.

Well, some say
he's of your employ.

Some say Titus beds
monkeys and dogs.

-Does that make it true?
-

I do not know him, My Emperor.

Then you will not care
that this Lucius is dead.

Beaten first,

perhaps for information.

Perhaps for pleasure.

Men seen with Lucius
are dead also.

The Harbor Master at Ostia,

all were involved
in grain delivery.

As if they were covering
their tracks.

Brother, look me in the eye.

Did you delay the grain delivery
to embarrass me?

You think I would
embarrass Father?

That I'd have the mob
call for Flavian blood,
simply to embarrass you?

-Did you?
-No.

My brother is to be confined
to his chambers.

-He will not leave
without my permission.
-But brother...

And he shall remain,
until I've found
the truth of the matter.

Leave me.

Do you believe him?

I can't yet decide.

The riot would have been
a risk for him also.

There are still
the fleet captains,
but they are at sea.

Once they make landfall,
bring them before me.

Are you all right?
-Barely.

I just came close to death.

Do you think Berenice
is advising him?

Of course. She knows my ire
towards her and her people.

Killers of how many,
five thousand sons of Rome?

Why not have Tenax
attend to her?

And incite a lover's vengeance
in my brother?

Not all the Judeans
are comfortable

with the idea of their queen
spreading her legs
for your brother.

And how would you know that?

I have ears
at the construction site.

There are rumors
of meetings in secret,

where the possibility
of a Spartacan revolt
is being discussed...

One of their elders,

the architect, Azariah,
has been heard
to call her Titus's whore.

Well done.

See,

I am more than
an ass and a mouth.

We'll drive a wedge
between them,

my brother

and his whore.

I need to speak
with my daughter,

please.

-Mother.
-

-I cannot stay long.
-I know, I know.

What do you know about
their daughter?
The priestess?

I have never heard about
a daughter.

They have a son.

They often speak about him.

Julius. Why?

And Drusilla?

Have you noticed
any routines in her outings?

One time,
she went out at sundown
with some paltry goods.

Good. Watch her and let me know.

-Hmm?

Jula!

Go now. Go.

The charioteer, Scorpus, Consul.

Ah, Scorpus!

To what do I owe the honor
of this visit?

I've decided
that our partnership
is too valuable to end.

Scorpus is willing,
for the right price,

yes, to return triumphantly
to the Blue Faction.

That's very generous
of you, Scorpus.

But what of Xenon?
We've hired him in your stead.

Xenon is, uh... You know,
he's a good driver, I admit,

but he is no Scorpus.

He's more loyal than Scorpus.

Perhaps I owe you an apology.

For?

-Uh, for...
-Fucking his wife?

In a word, yes.

May I speak
for the two of us, my love?

Of course, we speak as one.

Always.

We're paying
Xenon three times
what we paid you.

We wouldn't hire you back
even if you showed up

with your mouth full of pearls
and an Indian ruby

the size of a hen's egg
falling out of your ass.

Go fuck yourselves.

Fucking Romans.

I'd happily fuck my husband.

Anyone, as long as it's not you.

Right this way.

You continue to amaze me.

Thank you.

Ugh.

I warned your father
to forbid you
from marrying that man.

Caltonia.

I'm so ashamed.

Does your family know?

Since my mother's death,
my uncles have abandoned us.

Father's turned to wine,

and our estates are gone.

All I had were those shares
in the Blue Faction.

I've spoken to my advocates.

Those shares were stolen
by your husband.

You will leave this place,

live under my roof,

and together,
we will enter the courts
and get back what is yours.

You would do that for me?

I love you, child.

-We will get them back.

And I will buy them from you
at an exorbitant price.

And then you and I,
we will celebrate our...

Our partnership.

Morning, Lentullus.

I need two chariots
by the week's end.

-No, that's impossible.
-Nothing's impossible.

-What about these?
-Oh.

Well, a year ago,

I experimented with
the lightest of woods,

and shaved the struts,
made them as thin as my finger.

They were fast, so fast,

but too light to get past
the weight restrictions.

Can they be ready
by the end of the week?

Yes, but you'll never
get them past inspection.

Let that be my problem.

Oh, and the, uh, golden paint,

give it less shine.
More tasteful.

We do this all together,
just like you Romans.

Yes? Much more efficient.

Yes, well, it's no secret
that we'd all be fortunate
to have you driving for us.

And it's no secret
that you're expensive.

That goes without saying.

Yes, well, having lost Xenon,
clearly, I'm interested.

-What do you need?
-Simple.

If Scorpus is to hold
his head high in the Circus,

he must be paid more than Xenon.

A million eight?
No, too rich for my blood.

I'm out.

Good luck to you all.

Come, boys.

And I'm out, too.

No, no, wait. No.

You can't leave me
with one bidder.

-I can win for you.
-I don't want to win.

-Of course you do.
-I can't afford to win.

I profit by being smart.

I cut my costs down
and let my competitors

thank me with gold
for helping them win.

Good luck.

So, here we are.

A million eight.

No, a million nine,
because Xenon is being paid
a million eight.

Hmm. I don't see
anyone else bidding here.

-It will add to your dignitas...

...to pay me more than
Marsus is paying Xenon.

Yes. Well, I have
sufficient dignitas.

Thank you, Scorpus.

Six hundred thousand.

Such an opening offer
hurts my feelings.

Not an opening offer.

It's my final one.

I am Scorpus.

Yes, and I'm paying.

Look, if it will
soothe your feelings,
we can always, uh,

tell the world
it was a million nine.

Good boy.

Scorpus?

Not now.

But you wanted to celebrate.

Hmm, make sure that
he gets some attention.

He just signed with the Whites.

Oh, dear.

I remember it being bigger.

And firmer.

We all get older, I suppose.
No way around it.

Who let you in?

I met with the Aedile Ludi.

Good news. He'll soon be
reinstating our Gold Faction.

New rigs ordered, the lightest
the Circus has ever seen.

You'll be flying
like the wind, my friend.

Soon is not now.

I have just signed
for the Whites.

You ungrateful little bastard.

I pulled you from the clutches
of your mother's pimp.

For that, I thank you.

You, whose first three wins
were all from my fixes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.
You did a lot, but so did I.

You're right.

My temper overtook me.

Perhaps we should
go our separate ways.

Get some sleep.

You'll need it when you drive
against my Spaniards.

They remind me of you,

you know,
when you were in your prime.

Especially that Andria.

Yeah, I see a day when your body

is rotting in the spina
of the Circus,

and he's making all of Rome
forget you ever existed.

Good luck with the Whites.

And then we are bringing in 50
Brigantine midgets.

and pit them against
an equal number of bull-hounds.

I mean, is there any finer way
to honor Titus Flavius' ascent?

Dwarfs versus dogs,

is that the best you can do?

No. I mean, have you...
Have you seen the dogs?

Come, come.
What else do you have?

Oh.

Ludus Beastius has received
an interesting number
of red-assed monkeys,

and they're all males,
and we could
build an encasement,

a forest in the wild,
fence not too high.

-Because the females
should not escape...

I mean, the females
should not escape.

I thought you said
they were all males.

I'm not talking
about monkey females.

I'm talking about human females.

Yes, because they would like
to fuck everything that moves.

I don't think that's
to my brother's taste.

Well, just hear me out.

There is a grande finale.

An absolute wonder of nature.

The Gigantic Ghost Lion.

White from head to tail,

paler than the clouds
over Vesuvius.

This fierce beast
will arise from Hades,
and devour them all.

You're a sick man, Passus.

Hmm. Well...

But a white lion. Interesting.

I wish to see it myself.

I have to escape
my own cage first.

Meet me at the Ludus Beastius
at midnight.

Go.

Go now.

Door.

I need to urinate.

Domitian.

I hope you didn't over promise.
Where is it?

Right over here.

How beautiful you are.

So very beautiful,
so very deadly.

I know exactly how I'll use you.

You'll be my brother...

Titus Flavius, Emperor of Rome,

Conqueror of Jerusalem.

I want this beast
to be a symbol of our
glorious Titus Flavianus.

-Of course.
-A beast with an unquenchable
thirst for blood.

Have your builders reconstruct
a replica of Jerusalem,
fit for the Circus.

We shall celebrate
the sacking of that city!

Allow me to ask.

Who will the white lion attack?

Do you have to be so dim?

-No.
-Who do you think
lives in Jerusalem?

-Gauls?
-Uh-uh.

Judeans.

Judeans.

A cat, even one
as fierce as this,

are terrified by the sight
and sounds of the crowd.

Without training,
it will freeze.

Would you like to spoil
Domitian's vision?

Would you like to excite
his anger?

No.

Manilius,

my Greek boy has seen you
betting at the Circus.

You think removing
your military garb is sufficient
to hide what you do?

Your betting, your debts,

your skimming from
the Praetorian payroll

to pay those debts
has put you at risk.

Mortal risk, but never fear,

I have need of your service,

for which there will be
a substantial reward.

There's a plot amongst Judeans
to kill their queen,
my brother's consort.

One of the architects,
Azariah, appears to be
the leader of this plot.

I need you to arrest
some rebellious Judeans.

-Out! Out!
-What is the meaning of this?

-All of you, out!
-Get out of here!

What do you want?

Why are we arrested?

I was told for sedition
and plotting to kill your Queen.

What? Lies, both of them.

It doesn't matter to me.

Tomorrow you will die.
All of you.

Killed by a lion.

This particular lion
will likely not attack

unless somebody
charges the beast.

That's where you come in.

And why should I
throw my life away

for your convenience?

If you do, I'll ask Passus,
the Master of Games,

to spare
your women and children.

By the Gods.

I hate being held
a prisoner here.

Hail Emperor Titus.

I so wish I could see

the venom the Roman people
have for the Judeans, up close.

Come.

She's not our queen!

hame!

Already a chink
in Titus's armor.

Come back.

My brother never ceases
to amaze me.

How can he allow Berenice
to sit next to him?

How could he have
not seen this coming?

...and to honor
the conquest of Jerusalem!

What is this?

You said this pageant
was to celebrate
your accession to the throne.

As the city burns,

behold the barbaric Judeans,

led by Berenice,
their Judean Queen.

And now,
the barbaric Judeans

will face the unparalleled
might of Rome.

It is the very powerful
Titus Flavianus.

Now!

Open the gate!

For the sake of my God,
or your Gods, do something!

These are my people.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it!

Do it!

End this!

End this now!

Do you think he's seen me?

Yes.

He has.

-This time,
you've gone too far.

Hear me out before you kill me.

Weave a justification
for such effrontery?

Yes, are you too afraid
to hear it?

You must speak quickly.

Speak well!

Or this sword will be struck
right through your heart.

I merely killed two birds
with a single stone for you.

Those who died in the arena
were plotting to kill your
precious Queen and supplant her.

I saved her life.

And let the mob vent
their hatred for the Judeans.

You see, I've heard
nothing of such a plot.

That is your failing,

not mine.

I can provide witnesses,

-and proof.
-See, witnesses,
they can be bought.

And proof, it can be crafted.

Well, if you think that of me,

then use your sword.

If I needed to,

I would.

-Why do you provoke him so much?
-I know.

I should've stayed away
from that damn balcony.

But it was just
too good of a show to miss.

I blame myself for allowing you
to talk me into joining you
on the Imperial platform.

For what? To watch
a hideous travesty
of myself being torn apart?

-I didn't know that was planned.
-You are Emperor.

You should have known.

The gold of the Emperor's
coffers spent on games
you did not approve,

under your very nose.

I've been told that
those that were killed
were plotting against you.

Told by whom?

Let me guess.
Your viper brother?

He says that he has proof.

He says many things,
but how many of them are true?

I can't let you leave.

If you have me dragged back,
I will take my own life.

No, you...

I beg you.

Please stay.

Let me protect you.

Let me prove that to you.

On one condition.

Now you let me protect you.

They will never accept me
as your consort.

The Romans hate foreign queens.

Then they will just have
to learn to accept you.

Cleopatra?

Candace of Kush? Boudicca?

Were they accepted?

To be with a foreign queen
only weakens you in their eyes.

To be strong,

you must do the opposite.

You must take a Roman wife

of a good and august family
of wealth and power,

of long standing.

Put me in the shadows.

It is best for you.

And what do you think
is best for you?

I am a conquered queen.
My place is in the shadows.

You are not as heartless
as you pretend.

Don't be so sure.

The children look up to you.

That's because they're children.

They look up to anyone

who will give them
a few scraps of food
and an occasional coin.

I did.

Not enough.

You use them to great effect.

Really?

You disarm people.

Get them to do what you want.

That's how you see it.

TENAX: Good day.

-Which you owe to me
-To some degree.

And to that degree, you will
pay me and my daughter more.

-Will I?
-Mm-hmm.

Aura's salary up by half,
and mine tripled.

You overreach.

Fine.

We'll leave
your rat-infested insula

and find work
at another betting tavern.

I'll increase
Aura's by a quarter,
and double yours.

Keep bringing in the revenue
like you did today for a month,
and we'll talk again.

That's too long. One week.

-Two.
-Agreed.

You'll do well in Rome.

I am not here for that.

It will take a lot more money
to buy Jula's freedom.

And Kwame, a gladiator,
probably impossible.

I will find a way.

Please.

Please wait.

I have an entreaty.

As does every other person
in Rome.

I beg of you. My children
have been taken from me.

My... My son is a gladiator
at the Ludus Magnus,

and my daughter,

she's a slave

in the house of your parents.

I am told that
you have it in your power

to free those condemned
and those held as slaves.

No, not me.

But my matron.

Could you help me?

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

I will speak to my matron.

Return on the Ides,

I will give you an answer
by then. Now, go.

Quintus.

It's been a while.

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.

Or I'll sever
your spine at the root.

Ursus?

The boy you left to burn.

It was me who suffered
the consequences.

I thought you were dead.

Worse!

I was sold as a galley slave.
Endless years in hell.

Luckily, I was drafted
into the Roman Army,

and fought for them for years.

It was easy to find you.

After all the endless talk
about going to Rome

and work in the famous
Circus Maximus.

You know the punishment
for a slave killing his master

is crucifixion.

But that's too quick for you.

I'm gonna drown you
in your own piss!

I'm not gonna kill you.

I'm gonna squeeze
all the money out of you.

I'm gonna take
everything from you.

I'm not going to let you
get away with this!