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I was thinking...

I was thinking...

you and I might go away to Baia.

After next market day.
It's supposed to be nice there.

- Seeing how crowded it's been...
- A lovely idea, but...

But what?

I can't leave Lyde alone.

- She needs me.
- She needs you.

Evander's been missing two months. It's bad.

Very likely something bad has happened.
Very likely he is dead!

Pullo, awake!

- Wake up! Mark Antony's waiting.
- Mump off and die, you pig fucker.

Right.

Thank you, my honey.

You shouldn't thank slaves.

- No harm in it.
- It's bad for discipline.

Happy again this morning?

Niobe, then? How's she going?

I don't understand her.
All the hoo over her sister's damn husband.

Women? Maybe she's...

She's what?

I don't know. Women?

Mighty vice-conqueror of Gaul,

Mars and Bellona swell
with pride at your doings.

- And I say...
- Good Juno, what cack you speak.

- Would you just get on with your point, man?
- Immediately, your honor.

Publius Servilius is here.

Good. That'll do for this crowd, then.
Off with you.

- I...
- No, off with you!

Master of horse and people's tribune Mark
Antony will receive your petitions tomorrow.

Vorenus.

Out!

Cynthia, a pear, my love.

Servilius, my dear old friend.

- How are you?
- Healthy. Healthy, I thank you.

Forgive me, have we met before?

Have we not? No idea.

I always pretend so with civilians.

It's more politic.

And this must be your beautiful wife,
whose name escapes me.

- Poppaea.
- A flower.

You'll excuse all the bustle.
I found Pompey's taste in decor rather dull.

I like a little more color.

- As you say.
- You shall make it lovely, we are sure.

Forgive me if I talk
business with your husband?

Of course. Pretend I'm not here.

Impossible. But I shall try. Now, then...

I'm sure you're aware Caesar has left
me in charge whilst he is in Greece.

Off having fun chastising Pompey et al.

Left me here to scribble
and quibble like a damned civilian.

However, I am determined
to make the most of it.

I shall be a good politician, even if it kills me.

Or if it kills anyone else, for that matter.

So you are, it seems,
the most senior senator left in Rome.

I have that honor.

And a turnabout Pompeian to boot.

Which is why I thought it could be amusing

if we made you consul for this year.

Consul?

- That's most kind...
- Allow me to finish speaking.

When the Senate next meets,
there are a couple of legislative items

I wish to see enacted immediately.

I'm sure you will be happy to assist.

Item one...

The Senate will ratify Caesar's election
as your co-consul for the coming year.

But he is dictator in any case.

It sounds so much better if he is consul.
It's more amicable.

- You got that?
- I do.

- I have.
- Item two. You will propose the following law.

"Forthwith, in every province of Italy,
one third of all those employed

"at laboring with cattle or in agriculture
must be freedmen or citizens."

I don't understand.

Too many slaves, you see?
They've taken all the work.

Which causes unemployment
amongst the free populace.

We need to create more jobs for our citizens.

It will be hugely expensive!

It will. But only to those few rich men
who own all the land

and they shall have the consolation of
having done something eminently patriotic.

It seems rather extreme, to say the least.

- Ruinous even.
- You may well be right.

Frankly I do not care whether it is the rich,
poor, or indeed both that suffer.

Caesar wishes this law to be made.
He is my friend, I will have it made.

If you prefer, I could bypass the Senate,

call an assembly of the people
and you can put your arguments to them.

A fine orator like yourself might just
persuade them that Caesar is wrong.

- That won't be necessary.
- Good.

Good. That's it, then.

- I don't know what to say.
- Say nothing, then. It's often best.

You know Posca, of course,
Caesar's creature? He'll take all the details.

Poppaea...

my dove, if your husband should die...

come to me, we'll marry?

- So, keeping their promises, isn't he?
- What?

Caesar and Mark Antony,
doing right by the people.

That was your worry? That Caesar'd
turn out to be another tyrant sort?

But here's him and Mark Antony
getting jobs for the unemployed.

You can't complain about that, now, can you?

He negotiates with a whore
and a dwarf at his side.

Would Cincinnatus or Marius or even
the Gracchi would demean themselves so?

Who?

Mark Antony has his odd ways,
there's no denying that.

I'm not going home. I need a drink.

- Drink? You?
- I, drink, what of it?

I'll not argue.

Sorry.

- You need to calm down.
- How can I be calm? Two months.

- Aren't you done yet?
- Will you sit still?

Won't catch a pretty new husband
with a sour face like that.

I don't want a new husband. I want Crito.

You can't stay married to a drover,
not now that your father's a prefect.

- It wouldn't be right. Too low.
- I told her.

Fortunately you haven't paid out dowry.

- We'll find someone nice, proper status.
- I don't want anyone!

You can't be unmarried. It wouldn't be decent.

- Decent, she says.
- What's that supposed to mean?

You know what it means.

- You hold your tongue.
- Or what? What will you do?

It's all right, sweetie. It's all right.

I thought it was going well for a while but now...

Maybe I should beat her, do you think?

I don't know. That only works if you keep at it.

A good thrashing once or twice a day
till they're docile.

But then they don't look so good.

It would be a shame
to mark up a beauty like her.

She is?

- She's a beauty.
- She is that.

Slaves, money, everything. What do I get?
Nothing, that's what.

I get a house full of wailing.

My wife won't even couple with me.

- Why not?
- Says she can't while her sister stays.

What's her sister to do with it?
What difference should that make?

What is wrong with her?
What is wrong with her?

What is wrong with me
that I'm served this way?

You should leave her maybe,
seeing as she makes you so unhappy.

No! I will not leave her.

I'd rather die than leave her.

It's all right, lamb.

It'll be all right.

Who, I say, faced with the overwhelming force

of the figures and the arguments
I have here marshaled

could resist their overwhelming conclusion?

Therefore I ask you,
honored conscript fathers,

to support me in this important and...

...patriotic legislation which will...

Does anyone wish
to speak against the motion?

No opposition voiced. No division required.

Motion carried.

Empty.

If there's no wine, water will do.

Thank you, my dove.

So, Lyde, I was asking around, you know,
about your man there, Evander.

- Asking around?
- See if I could find out anything for you.

Only I know a few shady characters, see?

Types that might know what's what
when a man's gone missing.

Any road, they tell me
that he got himself into some trouble

with some nasty Greek boys across the river.

- Gambling debts, they say.
- Gambling? Evander never gambled.

Well, sure, it's the sort of thing a man
keeps quiet around his wife, isn't it?

What are you saying?

I'm sorry to say it
but it looks like he's not coming home.

Dead, looks like.

Are you sure?

So they tell me. Dead. Killed.

It isn't true.

My advice, best forget about him.
Best get on with your life.

It isn't true.

It's not so bad.
You've still got people that love you.

Look to them...

Isn't that right, Niobe?
Best she gets on with her life.

Best she looks to the people that love her.

Forget Evander. Forget the past.

Well, I'm away.

Need a drop of wine to set me up for the day.

Lyde, please don't.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

You're sorry? It's too late for sorry, isn't it?

You weren't sorry when you were fucking him!
I piss on your sorrow!

I will not shh. You shh!

You're a thief and a whore
and you stole my husband!

I stole nothing! He came to me!

He came to me!
I never loved him. I love my husband!

And if you'd done... if you'd been...

If I had done what?

If I had given him a child. Is that it?

I am sorry. Please forgive me. Forgive me!

I curse you, sister.
By the grace of the Furies, I curse you.

I'll keep your secret for the sake of the child

but don't you ever, ever speak to me again.

Be careful!

Bravo. Bravo.
A little blood lust suits you, Octavian.

You look very handsome. Does he not?

- He does.
- Titus Pullo is a good teacher.

Well, it's a pity Caesar isn't here.
He'd put you on his staff immediately.

Perhaps you should join him in Greece,
get real Pompeian blood on your sword.

- Don't be silly, Mother.
- Why not?

If we are not quick,
Pompey, Cato and all those fools

will be dead before Octavian
gets his chance to shine.

- He's still a child.
- I am not.

He is quite the little man now.

I should think there's more
to manhood than swordplay.

- Octavian, have you penetrated anyone yet?
- Mother, please.

- Does that mean you have or haven't?
- Haven't...

Titus Pullo, didn't I tell you
to sort that out? I'm sure I did.

Sorry, ma'am. I'll see to it.

Do that. Don't worry, darling.
There's really nothing to it.

Once you're in the saddle, as it were,
it'll all come naturally.

- Isn't that right, Pullo?
- Right, ma'am.

And none of your sordid
soldiers' she-wolves, mind you.

Something clean and pretty.

- Clean and pretty it is.
- Good.

I'll get Merula to make you a toga. What else?

Perhaps you can arrange he kill someone.

That will happen in due course.

We Julii always have the needful enemies.

Health to my child.

My daughter.

I wish for a son, a healthy son.

Good night, then.

Good night.

- Husband.
- What's all this?

I thought it might please you
if we had some time alone together.

I sent the girls and Lucius to Clarissa.

- And Lyde?
- She's gone to a friend's.

- Please, sit down.
- I've already eaten.

But I can have some more.

Excuse me.

Sit down with me.

- That's all right.
- Really, sit. I can't finish all this on my own.

The calendar is correct...

if you would like to have me tonight.

I would.

I'd like that.

"My dear Mark Antony,

"I hope this finds you in better health
than my hopes for victory.

"I chased Pompey
from one end of Greece to the other

"and he resolutely refused to fight.

"I thought this was his usual obtuseness

"but the old man has
some sense left in him yet.

"While avoiding battle, he has gathered
a good ten legions from the east

"and I find myself badly outnumbered.

"Now the cat barks at the dog
and Pompey is chasing me.

"I can outmaneuver him for a while
but not for ever.

"My men are tired and ill-supplied
and we shall soon have to stand and fight.

"I ask you to bring the 13th here
as speedily as you are able."

Damnation.

Shall I summon the legion legates?

No. Wait.

I must think on this.

This is lovely.

It's just your coloring.

- A little loud. I'd prefer something plainer.
- What's the point in plain? We shall take it.

But this one...

Divine. Oh, divine.

Antony will love this.
He likes me in Eastern styles.

- How much for both?
- 5,000.

- You are a thief.
- Four and a half, then.

Three.

Can we afford such expense?

Things as they are with Caesar in Greece,
surely we should be more prudent?

Don't worry about a thing, my dear,
I'm thinking ahead.

Titus Pullo is here, dominus.

Tell him I am unwell.
He may come back next week, perhaps.

Tell him nothing of the sort. Octavian
will be ready to see him in one moment.

And give him a purse.

- You've put off this moment long enough.
- Mother...

You will penetrate someone today
or I will burn your wretched books in the yard.

Off with you.

Coming through.
Noble coming through. Make way there.

Don't worry, young master.
There's nothing to it.

If there is nothing to it,
why is such a fuss made of the thing?

You'll soon find out.

Be off with you! This isn't
no infantry fuck hole, thank you very much.

Now, now, my honey, calm your stomach.

We've come for the young master here.

And we're well coined.

Well, excuse me, of course.
I meant no disrespect.

We're honored to service you, young master.

And what would be
the young master's pleasure?

First timer. Nothing too savory.

I'm sure we have just the thing.

Something exotic, perhaps?

Or else something young?

Light, simple.

Little bit skinny, isn't it?
Won't know he's been, will he?

Won't know you've been!

More substance, yet still nymphlike, graceful.

This one's fresh off the boat...

- That will be fine.
- Hold on, young master. No point hurrying.

Big decision, this.

- Let's look at...
- This one is perfectly adequate.

You will be utterly satisfied, I assure you.

Egeria, go prepare yourself.

If we might dispense
with the pecuniary details...

Right.

- What's your price, then?
- 1,000.

I could have half the whores
in Narbo for that, and their mothers.

We're not in Narbo, wherever that might be.

All right, my dove. We'll pay.

But she better fuck him
like Helen of Troy with her arse on fire,

or I'll know the reason why.

- Speak.
- Gnaeus Pompey Magnus sends greetings.

He hopes you find his house satisfactory.

It'll do.

- Get to his point.
- His point?

Caesar is doomed and you with him.

- Unless you make a separate peace.
- And?

If you do,
Pompey will be merciful and generous.

How?

He will give you your life. A province.

Money enough to preserve your dignity.

What makes him think I value my life so high?

Why have you not left for Greece?

Do not smile at me.

Return tomorrow.
I will give Pompey his answer then.

Not that way.

And disguise yourself.

Dismissed.

You take clothes down?

That's an interesting accent.

No understand.

Where are you from?

Where from.

Don't know.

You don't know where you're from?

Rome take me very young.

Kill mother, father, brother, take me.

I see. Sad.

Turn over, would you?

On your hands and knees.

Nice place, this. Clean.

I don't suppose,
seeing as I'm with the quality...

Not a chance.

No, do it for real. Fight.

Come on, fight, damn you! Fight!

That's better!

Good.

Now, there! Don't be so silly,
it's just a scratch, now.

There, there.

Yes, Posca, what is it?

I am to remind you of
your dinner tonight with Atia of the Julii.

Sons of Dis.

Now run along.

Where is he? Where can he be?

Busy man. Politics.

Politics? He promised he would come. Castor!

Send a man to Pompey's... I mean, Mark
Antony's villa and enquire his whereabouts.

- Antony's whereabouts, immediately.
- Do not say it is I who sends to ask.

Not you sends to ask.

Stay. He'll know it is I who asked.
Send no one.

- I will send no one.
- If he comes, he comes, I don't care!

Men, halt!

Welcome, dominus.

Sorry to be so horribly late. Endless business.

- Will you forgive me?
- Of course.

I confess, I'd quite forgotten you were coming.
So this is a lovely surprise.

Excuse me a moment,
I will go and dress correctly.

Here he is, young Apollo!

- How was it?
- It was pleasant.

Pleasant? I should say so.

- How was he?
- Like bull.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Tell me.

Mark Antony does not intend
to go to Greece to help Caesar.

I have sworn loyalty to a man of no honor.

Well, you don't have to go to Greece, then.

- We'll be together.
- It's true, but still.

Haven't you always said
Caesar's cause is wrong?

That is not the point.

There is a moral principle involved.

What an idiot you are.

Not hungry?

After so many years
of soldier's porridge, I am easily sated.

Well, this last news from Greece
cannot have improved your appetite.

Hardly.

And is it really so bad?
Caesar always finds a way to win.

Pompey has gathered ten men
for every one of Caesar's.

- Arithmetic has no mercy.
- I'd feared it was so.

What do you intend to do, then?

I don't know.

You've become a powerful man.
The people love you.

Only because they don't know me.

You could be the first man
in Rome, if you wanted.

I hadn't thought about it like that.

Well, you should.

You should think about that.

I'm thinking about something entirely different.

Water.

I could sleep for a week.

I've been thinking.

We should get married.

Married?

Why should we want to do that of all things?

- Perhaps I love you.
- You're joking.

For a moment there, you had me worried.

I am not joking with you.

- My dear woman.
- Don't worry, I'm not going soft on you.

I'm thinking strategically.

If Caesar is defeated, I can't very well
form an alliance with the Pompeians.

- I need protection.
- True.

And what's in it for me?

- If Caesar is defeated...
- Then I will be defeated also.

Only if you join him in Greece.

But if you stay in Rome,
you will be very well situated.

You have the people with you,
you have possession of the city.

You only lack money.
And whilst your name is perfectly respectable...

- I am no patrician.
- Exactly.

But allied with my house,
you'd have both coin and nobility

to make yourself king if you wished it so.

And you would be queen.

I would be your loving and obedient wife.

Only if I were willing to desert a friend.

A man of your own blood.

- Too honorable for that, are you?
- I like to appear so.

But I don't think you'll die
for the sake of appearances.

- Will I not?
- Caesar will die in any case.

But you're far too clever
to share his fate needlessly.

I had not realized until now...

what a wicked old harpy you really are.

Get out!

Get out!

Thank you, Pullo.

Attention!

Abed in daylight, what luxury.

Wickedness.

Father, that dwarf is asking for you!

Excellency Mark Antony orders 13th Legion
to muster on the Field of Mars.

- Why? Where are we going?
- Greece.

Tribune!

- What shall I tell Pompey?
- Of course.

Excuse me. I had forgot you.

His skin is a little dry.
Have him well-oiled before he is presented.

- I'm afraid to ask.
- Gifts for Servilia.

How fine you look. Let me see.

I'm so proud of you.
You're a real man at last...

Why are we giving gifts to Servilia?

The old crow stands in
well with Cato and the rest.

- When Caesar and Antony are defeated...
- If they are defeated.

When they are defeated,
we'll need her goodwill.

- And this will buy it?
- I don't see why not.

A large penis is always welcome.

- Is it not enough?
- After what you did to her?

- What I did? What did I do to her?
- Please! I'm not stupid.

It was you made Caesar renounce her.

- What if I did? She doesn't know it.
- Does she not?

- She's not stupid either.
- Servilia has no guile in her.

If she knows it, we would have heard about it.

You know best, I'm sure.

In any case, you will take the gifts to her
and see what she's thinking.

She's always been very fond of you.

And you will go to Mediolanum.

- Timon will take you.
- Mediolanum?

They have a very good academy there.

- I don't understand.
- You're a man now.

Rome's not safe for men of the Julii.

His toenails are ugly. Have them cut
and painted and put flowers on his head.

And send over some ice. Six barrels, say.

Six barrels of ice.

Don't look so foolish.
I know what I'm about.

Your mother's too kind.

To what do I owe this generosity?

It's a gesture of friendship.

Friendship.

Thank your mother for her... friendship.

I hope one day to reciprocate her... friendship.

I will go, then.

Excuse me.

Wait.

Please, forgive my ill humor.

There's nothing to forgive.

I've known you since you were little.
You have a good soul.

I know that, whatever others might do,
you are blameless.

I know that.

I do not... That is, I cannot...

It's all right. There's no need.

Tell your mother that I am grateful for the gifts

and that I treasure her friendship as always.

You must come and visit me again. Will you?

- I will.
- Promise?

I want there to be no ill feeling between us.

I promise.

You be a good girl.

Do as you're told.

I'll wait for you outside.

Bellona protect you.

And Juno keep you.

A fleet of ships has set sail for Greece,

carrying the army of General Mark Antony.

This month's public bread is provided
by the Capitoline Brotherhood of Millers.

The Brotherhood uses only the finest flour,

true Roman bread for true Romans.

This is cack, this is! I'm wet through!

We're perfectly safe.
A very good offering was made to Triton!

If Triton can't keep me drier than this,
he can suck my cock!

Why can't you learn
to keep your fat mouth shut?