All language subtitles for Cleopatra - CD2 - Eng - 23,976fps - 1999

For more than two years did Antony
seek out the assassins of Caesar.

At last, at Philippi...

...he was able to set against them
his legions and those of Octavian...

...who was Caesar's heir.

Cassius was the first to die...

...by his own hand.

Then Brutus and the others.

Hail Antony!

Hail Antony!

Hail Antony's legion!

You remember Philippi.

He won it.

My lord.

- This way.
- But my tent is this way.

Later. I'll see him later.
Octavian depresses me.

You promised.

Well, the fighting's over.
We've won it all.

Your health should improve quickly.

Even if I die,
my place is with you on the field.

- You were wrong to prevent me.
- Caesar was ill.

Caesar? Ah, yes. I keep forgetting.

I have inherited the name.
I have made it mine.

Why not? You'll never be confused
with the other one.

At least your troops
fought bravely, under my command.

Agrippa has kept me fully informed.

What were you doing there?

The battle was fought on land, between
men, not wood bumping on water.

Why did you bring Agrippa?
Were you expecting rain?

Shall we choose a piece of land,
just you and I?

Be quiet. There are matters
to talk about.

Have you an objection
to Agrippa remaining?

I object to Agrippa at all times.

Lying here, indisposed...

...you must have had time
to consider the problem.

I think it is best
to continue the Triumvirate.

You and I and Lepidus.

Very well.

Lepidus shall have Africa and
the islands. You, Spain and Gaul.

Rome and Italy to be administered
by the three of us, jointly.

- And you?
- All the rest.

Then, with Lepidus in Africa
and you in the East...

...bringing order to Rome and Italy
will be my problem.

- So it seems.
- Spain and Gaul aren't enough.

I'll need money.

- There have been tax riots in Rome.
- So I've heard.

Done.

And done.

Would Caesar approve, do you think?

Definitely. Perhaps the veil of Isis
would have bothered him a bit.

Three years...

...and Rome remembers him
only by the image on a gold coin.

Are they those I brought back with me?

When Octavian had them struck off...

...it was to commemorate
Caesar's deification.

So that he could inherit Caesar's
divinity together with all the rest.

Even a dead god
cannot rewrite his will.

Antony did present
Caesarion's claims to the Senate.

He kept that much of his promise.

And he will keep the rest of it.

After almost three years
since Caesar's death...

...more than a year
since Philippi?

Antony will come. He will need Egypt.

Egypt is you.

That's what I meant, of course.
Antony will need me.

Finances! My head hurts
when you talk of money.

Change the subject.

All right. News from Rome.

Octavian has forced Lepidus
out of his command and into exile.

I wish I hadn't...
I wish I had not drunk so much today.

So do I.

Do I trouble you, Rufio?

Yes, you do.

I'll wager Caesar was never befuddled
by wine. Nothing befuddled him.

The campaign against Parthia
won't be easy.

- How many legions have we left?
- It's hard to tell.

- So many desertions.
- Desertions?

They haven't been paid in months.

You remember when
we started into Greece?

I lived with them, ate with them.
I was one of them.

They seem distant to me now,
as if they were a memory.

We must find the gold to pay them...

...the wheat to feed them,
supplies, ships, armor.

And where do you suggest
we look for all these?

- I thought perhaps further to the east.
- Syria?

- Perhaps more to the south.
- Ethiopia?

To the north...

- I forbid her mention!
- I didn't.

I won't crawl to her!
Why hasn't she offered assistance?

- She may not know.
- She knows everything.

- Lf only in gratitude...
- Perhaps she'll express it in person.

Then let her come.
Am I so much less than Caesar?

Nor she less than queen of Egypt
who you promised...

Strip them naked,
they're no longer queens.

It is also difficult
to tell the rank of a naked general.

And generals without armies
are naked, indeed.

All right. I'll meet her halfway.

I'll send you to her.

- Order her to come.
- Lf I order, I need not journey.

- Then summon her.
- Even worse.

Then beg, entreat,
find the word you like...

...pour perfume, whinny like a stallion.
But see that she comes to me.

I understand your position, Rufio.

Surely you must understand mine.

I do not intend to join
that long list of queens...

...who have quivered happily
at being summoned by Lord Antony.

But surely I didn't say "summoned. "

You said "invite. " He meant "summon. "

In any case, I am the queen of Egypt.

And I choose to remain
on Egyptian soil.

Tarsus is not the other end
of the world, Your Majesty.

If it were one step from Egypt,
that would be too far.

I will meet with Lord Antony...

...but only on Egyptian soil.

My lady, a way must be found,
a time, a place to satisfy you both.

Must it, Rufio?

Cleopatra.

Cleopatra!

It is.

It must be.

She said never,
except on Egyptian soil.

"Never. " Something
women say to begin with.

Welcome Queen Cleopatra on my behalf.

Extend my invitation
to a banquet in her honor.

- Don't you think...?
- Still not convinced?

Hurry back, there's much to be done.
Have the cooks sent to me.

Forgive me, noble Rufio.
It is you who do not understand.

Queen Cleopatra, at present in her
chamber, is on Egyptian territory...

...and intends to remain on it.

Most learned Sosigenes, forgive me...

...but this is Tarsus, not Alexandria.

You are on Tarsus, noble Rufio.
I am on Egypt.

Tonight and tomorrow night, if Lord
Antony desires to meet Her Majesty...

...he will come to her, to Egypt.

I shall do my best
to prevail upon Lord Antony to attend.

Marc Antony, how prompt you are.

If I had not been,
it would be unforgivable of me.

I hoped to be here
as you came aboard.

If you had, it would be
unforgivable of me.

Be more tolerant.
Forgive yourself now and then.

Almost three years. Have you
possibly become more beautiful?

Almost three? That long?

The time has passed so quickly.

Your necklace.
It seems to be made of gold coins.

Coins of Caesar.

- Do you find it attractive?
- Very.

And I find what you're wearing
most becoming.

Greek, isn't it?

I have a fondness
for almost all Greek things.

As an almost all-Greek thing,
I'm flattered.

An unusual necklace.

Nothing but gold coins of Caesar.

- How did you come by it?
- I had it made.

I wear it always.

A fabulous feast.

One is so limited
when one travels by ship.

This fabulous ship...

...together with its queen,
the fabulous Cleopatra.

The name of Marc Antony
is not exactly unknown to the world.

- In the last year or so since we met...
- Almost three.

By now you have become
one-third the master of Rome.

You don't permit yourself
to forget him?

That's an odd way of putting it.
"Don't permit myself?"

Is it necessary
to wear him around your neck?

You forget, Antony,
in these almost three years...

...how full your own life has been.

They can't have been uneventful
for you. You rule Egypt alone.

Oh, they have been busy, but not full.

There's a difference.

There cannot be enough hours
in the days of a queen...

...and her nights have too many.

- So I fill them with memories.
- Of Caesar?

And of a dream...

...that almost came true.

You may remember.

I remember that night in Rome,
saying it could still come true.

You said so much that night
to so many.

Let me get rid of them all.

Why? I have arranged
an entertainment.

A dance in the Greek fashion
to welcome the god Bacchus.

If I make a great show of going,
they'll have to leave too.

Then I can return...

...and we can talk alone, you and I.

- When would you return?
- In an hour, no more than two.

- How long would you stay?
- Until we had nothing more to say.

Are you a strong swimmer?
We sail at sunrise.

I don't understand.

Home to Alexandria, to Egypt.

You've come all this way for one
night. All to make a fool of me.

Perhaps you would feel less a fool...

...if you stayed the night with me,
is that it?

I've told you before.

With you, words do not
come easily to me.

There is too much unsaid
within me that I cannot say.

Then I cannot know it.

There is much unsaid within you too.

That is probably true of everybody.

Stay for a while.

I have known you so long
but so little. Give me time.

Not I. Not Egypt and Rome together.

Not even the gods
have time to give you.

But, Antony, use what you have.

Don't waste it by playing
at god here in Tarsus...

...while Octavian in Rome
becomes a god.

The dance, I take it, is over.

Sit up.

I want to see whether you sleep
with your memories.

With so much left unsaid
within you...

...it must be a relief
to break and tear things.

- I want to say something now.
- Perhaps some other time.

Now!

Caesar.

Conquer and conquer.

Bring the world to its knees.

"You're not a Caesar.
Did you know that?

Be braver than the bravest...

...stronger than the strongest.
Still no Caesar.

Caesar's done it first and better.
Ruled better, loved better.

Run where you will, you can't get out.
There's no way out.

The shadow of Caesar will cover you
and the universe for all of time. "

"Whenever you like," you said in Rome.

"Come to Alexandria
whenever you like. "

"Now, tonight," I said.

To bow to the throne
upon which Caesar put you.

To talk of a new treaty.
Caesar's can't be improved. Copy it.

Of Caesar's son. Of the dream
you shared that still fills your life.

Alexander's design for a world
to be ruled by you and Caesar.

Where is Antony?

Where is Marc Antony?

Antony the Great! The divine Antony!

Here.

He's...

...here.

One step behind Caesar.
At the right hand of Caesar.

In the shadow of Caesar.

Tell me, how many
have loved you since him?

One? Ten? Anyone? No one?

Have they kissed you with Caesar's
lips? Is it his name you cry out?

Afterwards, has he reproached you
and have you begged forgiveness?

You've come here, then, running over
with wine and self-pity...

...to conquer Caesar.

For so long now,
you've filled my life...

...like a great noise
I hear everywhere in my heart.

I want to be free of you,
of wanting you...

...of being afraid.

Yet, Caesar would not permit it.

But I will never...

...be free of you.

From the first instant I saw you...

...entering Rome
on that monstrous stone beast...

...shining in the sun...

...like a little gold toy.

...how I envied Caesar.

Went suddenly sick with it.

Not his conquests or his triumphs.

Not his titles
or the roaring of the mob.

I envied him you.

When we first met in Rome,
I remembered you.

I wondered that I could
ever have forgotten.

Remembered me?

Years ago, when you were
a young cavalry officer...

...stationed at the palace in
Alexandria under that Roman general.

- What was his name?
- Gabinius.

Gabinius.

I was 12 years old, and I loved you.

- Nonsense.
- It's true.

Lovers always want so much
never to have loved before.

It's possible, you know.

It becomes a game.
Who loved whom first?

I did.

If you noticed me at all then,
you were probably terrified of me.

With good reason. Everybody knows
Romans cut up little children...

...and feed them to their horses.

We'll make this our beginning.

Beginning with tonight...

...you must never envy Caesar...

...or anyone, anything again.

After all...

...this is nothing new.

For so many years...

...Antony has fed upon the crumbs...

...that fell from
Julius Caesar's table.

I say...

...they are deserving of each other.

Let him stay in Egypt.

Let him fritter away his life...

...but not the possessions
and the empire of the Roman people!

The Roman people!

The Roman people. What are
glory and possessions to them?

Is their Antony content?

Then so are they.

Does their Antony sweep
their empire...

...under Cleopatra's bed?

His adoring Romans sigh
and remain content.

Let him stay however distant
for however long...

...with never a thought of them.

The Roman people hold him
close to their hearts.

Distant?

Perhaps from Rome
but not from Caesar, I think.

Nor from Caesar's son.

Germanicus, do you speak of me?

No, I speak of Caesar.

I am Caesar.

Only while Antony remains...

...distant from Rome.

Antony!

Stay not too long in Alexandria!

Germanicus...

...stay not too long in Rome.

- How much is known to Antony?
- All of it and more.

I've written him regularly. Letters,
dispatches by personal messenger.

And what has he answered?

He wrote he was no longer interested
in the matters I described.

That he would not return to Rome.

That he understood quite clearly
what was at stake, what he would lose.

But that he would not leave you.

Let's try the goat.

Let's have that goat again.
There. Not too much.

There.

The milk of a cow...

...of a goat and of an ass.
Which is best for softening the beard?

Is it true Octavian shaves
but once a week?

Even then, he has merely to face
the wind and let the fuzz blow away.

You knew, didn't you,
Germanicus was here from Rome?

Yes.

Have you strong feelings about beards?
I had one. Bright red.

Why haven't you seen him?

When you go...

...must it be for very long?

I must take some of these with me.
They don't have them.

At least, they didn't
when I was last...

...in Rome.

While they were digging
the foundation of my tomb...

...the workers found an old wall.

Someone had scratched on it
hundreds of years ago:

"You were not here last night,
and I could not sleep.

Will you be here tonight?"

Do you suppose they ever met again?

Everything that I shall want to hold
or look upon or have or be...

...is here now with you.

I must not be sorry for myself.

Queens are sometimes no better at that
than kings, or even princes.

It doesn't seem fair.

What I feel I should have felt
long ago when I was very young.

When I could say to myself
that this was how love was...

...and how it would be.

But to have waited so long,
to know so suddenly...

...this late...

...how it hurts.
How love can stab the heart.

Be careful with Octavian.

Let him be careful with me.

The Romans want no war
between the two of you.

In any case, you are not ready yet.

War? The world is filled with love.
There'll be no more wars.

You must have your share.

Your titles and powers
must be spelled out exactly.

There can be no question of your
complete authority in the East.

Antony, how will I live?

The same as I.

One breath upon the other.

Each bringing us...

...one breath closer.

You take so much of me
with you so far.

Remember, remember.
They'll want you to forget.

- Please...
- Forget? How?

I can never be more
far away from you...

...than this.

He will come first to Brindisium.

Agrippa and I plan to welcome
his arrival with a great ceremony.

He must see how dear to the hearts
of the Romans, of us all...

...he is and has been.

He has been away for a very long time.

Perhaps we can persuade him
to stay with us even longer.

Perhaps, Octavia, if you came
to Brindisium, you could help.

You may have forgotten.
It is only six months since...

Begging the pardon
of Agrippa and our ancestors...

...I do not agree that a young widow
must retire from life.

You haven't left my house
since your husband died.

If only for the sake of your health,
the change alone...

Then, begging the pardon of
Lord Agrippa and our ancestors...

...I would look forward
very much to the change.

Nothing, no one, could possibly
shine more brightly in the sun.

Not only Antony.

Any man would not hold out
his greedy fists for Octavia.

After all, what greater pledge
could I offer...

...of my goodwill toward him?

And how could Antony better show
his love of peace and Rome...

...than by accepting?

And Cleopatra?

Are you suggesting
we invite her to the wedding?

You remember when
Julius Caesar returned...

...and those months
while she was in Rome?

There was a poison
in his heart, in his brain.

Yes, the falling sickness.
But more than that.

- Cleopatra.
- I remember well.

- Antony is no Caesar.
- I am grateful for that.

Granted that he marries Octavia,
will he forget Cleopatra?

- Will she permit him to forget?
- Most probably not.

- Have I permission to speak?
- Quickly.

A galley came to Pelusium
with news from Rome.

Antony and Octavian
have sealed a great pact.

Antony has 10 more legions
and all of the East for his domain.

Egypt will be declared ally of Rome.

It is done.

- There is more.
- No. No more, my lord.

- He's afraid.
- Is there anything more?

Forgive me, Divine Majesty.
There has been a marriage.

A marriage of state.

Between Octavia,
the sister of Caesar...

...and Lord Antony.

Anything more?

They're presently in Athens.

Sometime within the year,
Lady Octavia is to return to Rome.

Antony will come here to negotiate
the alliance of Rome and Egypt.

Leave me.

No.

Completely alone.

Antony!

Do you find it pleasing, my lord?

Oh, yes. Very.

It was made here in Athens.

Not as practical
as our Roman ones, of course.

The Greeks have such
a weakness for beauty.

Does the dinner
not please you, my lord?

Very much.
I'm not particularly hungry.

If anything would please you more...

Believe me, I am pleased.

The gods know you do
nothing but please me...

...in every way.

Word from Domitius?

He never even reached the palace.

He was not permitted
through the city gate.

If I may be excused.

There's no need for you to go.

When I hear matters of state
discussed by men...

...invariably I find myself
wondering about...

...why the wine has gone sour.

Good night, Rufio.

Good night, my lord.

Domitius turned away at the gate.

That makes how many?

Five of your ambassadors
turned away within this year.

- Lf you'd gone when...
- It was the only favor I ever asked.

You granted it.

The treaty with Egypt must be made.
We've received no wheat, no gold...

I cannot go to her
to negotiate a treaty!

She'll have no one else.

And what if she should...

...turn me away?

That would be quite impossible.

Have you ever really left her?

No.

Three days I've waited
for an audience with you.

What is the purpose?

Get out, all of you.

- You're before the throne of Egypt.
- I know!

State your purpose!

Matters I won't discuss publicly.

I do not grant private audiences
to unidentified persons.

I am Marcus Antonius.

I know who you are.
What are you, at the moment?

Envoy of Rome, proconsul of all
the Roman Empire to the east of Italy.

An impressive title.

Worthy, perhaps,
of a private audience?

Without a treaty of alliance
with Egypt...

...you could not hold the territories
under your command. True?

Possibly.

Then, Lord Antony, you come before me
as a suppliant.

- Lf you choose to regard me as such.
- I do.

You will therefore assume the position
of a suppliant before this throne.

You will kneel.

- I will what?
- On your knees.

You dare ask the proconsul
of the Roman Empire...

I asked it of Julius Caesar.

I demand it of you!

Now...

...you may have the treaty
you asked for...

...on the following conditions:

By your authority
as proconsul of Rome...

...you will cede to Egypt immediately
the following territories:

Judea, Jordan, Armenia, Phoenicia,
the provinces of Sinai and Arabia...

...the islands of Cyprus and Crete.

You ask for one-third
of the Roman Empire!

Put it another way.

I give to you two-thirds.

Most generous.

I cannot accept.

I suggest you deliberate further.

Perhaps consult with your superior
in Rome.

My superior?

Octavian.

Caesar Octavian?

You have not been dismissed!

You are now dismissed.

Outside, all of you. Her Majesty
and I will speak in private.

Out! Before I chop you up
and feed you to my horses.

That's how Romans
frighten little girls.

They like to frighten little girls.
Wait outside.

I married Octavia
at her brother's insistence...

...as a gesture of faith, of peace.
A bargain sealed.

With a kiss? Or did you simply
shake hands on your wedding night?

Rome was celebrating the marriage even
before I arrived. How could I refuse?

By saying no.

As you have said no to all my demands.

They're unreasonable! The kind
laid down for a helpless enemy!

You're not helpless... yet.

I can't cede the territories. It would
cause a break between Rome and me.

Why do you think
I asked for them?

It would be playing
into Octavian's hands!

It would not be wise!

What is wise?

To hand over Rome, Italy,
the world to Octavian?

To grovel publicly
before his authority?

Take his sister to wed and to bed.

As if to beg forgiveness...

...for having stayed so long
with your Egyptian harlot.

What has angered you?
That I dealt with him how I could...

...or that I married his sister?

Jealousy or politics?

Both! And damn you for not
understanding either.

I wouldn't look to you
for instruction.

Which is why you have come back
chained to Octavian like a slave.

- Slave!
- And with such exquisite chains.

So softly spoken, so virtuous.

She sleeps, I hear, fully clothed.

I'm back. That's all
that should concern you.

Should it?

How long before your master snaps his
finger and you run back to him, or her?

I have only one master.

My love for you.

No.

Your master must not be love.

Never love.

Give yourself to love and you
give yourself to forgetfulness...

...of what you are and who you are
and what you want.

And what you want
is worth so much more?

I will not have love as my master.

- Then you will not have love.
- Nor will I have Octavian.

- Never fear.
- How confident you are.

And has Octavian a master?

His ambition: to rule the Roman world
as emperor and god.

The Roman world, to begin with.

And what stands in his way?

- You and I.
- And my son!

The rightful heir to the name
and glory of great Caesar.

Octavian has already stolen those
and he will now destroy...

...in the name of his sister,
Rome's love for you.

And by your marriage to her...

...he has made of me, unmistakably,
your whore.

Never fear Octavian?

It is he, now, who I think
must be unafraid.

Show me a city and I'll take it.

I'll find an army's weak points
and hit them hard.

But make me to sit down and talk
in whispers of this and that...

...with an emphasis here and a shrug,
and I'm soon confounded and defeated.

Meaning to do the best...

...I suppose I could not
have done worse.

There is still time.

Let someone ask me what I want:

To live with you in peace and love.

Do you have...

...conditions for total surrender?

First, as did Caesar...

...you will marry me
according to Egyptian ritual.

That's not a condition,
that's a reward.

You'll declare, by your authority...

...Caesarion to be king of Egypt...

...and we will rule together
in his name.

Happily granted.

You will cede to Egypt
all the territories I have demanded.

You must.

If only to assert
your own authority and power.

Otherwise, inevitably,
in time we will lose everything.

Can't you see that?

I can see nothing...

...but you.

I am no longer content
to forgive Antony!

To marry this Egyptian
under their barbaric rites!

Meaningless under Roman law!
Great Caesar himself...

Yes. Bit by bit,
Antony crawls behind his memory.

But tell us this, Germanicus:

Did great Caesar also toss one-third
of the Roman Empire...

...into Cleopatra's
undoubtedly deserving lap?

The territories in dispute
were subjugated by Julius Caesar.

The right to rule over them
is the heritage of his son.

And in the name of the mighty Caesar
I grant to King Ptolemy Caesarion...

...that right.

Let it be known the greatness of Rome
lies not in what she takes...

...but in what she gives.

"Rome's greatness lies
in what she gives," he says.

Then calmly gives what is not his.

And Cleopatra takes...

...and will take more.

And war will come.

She knows and I know...

...that war will come.

But I will not speak for it...

...nor will I speak against Antony.

I must be forced into war.

The people of Rome
must force this war upon me.

They must storm the doors
of the Senate, crying for it.

If we move quickly, they won't know
we've crossed the Mediterranean...

...until we land in Greece.

You and General Rufio,
start embarking the troops.

Yes, Your Majesty.

If it is decided
to move our armies into Greece.

It has been decided.

My men do not...

...travel well by sea.

They fight on land.
They move on land.

Your men will do
as they are told, as mine will.

My men will do as they're told by me.
They have not yet become...

They are still Roman.

However...

...since I do as I'm told...

The final decision will,
of course, be Lord Antony's.

And I'm sure that in time
he will make it.

That is all.

It would be wiser not to disagree
in the presence of our officers.

Your officers.

What final decision
have you decided I am to make?

Why do you oppose transporting
our armies to Greece?

Because I do not want war
against Rome.

One hundred thousand men
led by Marc Antony.

Octavian is no fool. He won't fight.

He'll have to, instantly,
on the spot where they land.

Rome will not declare war against you.

I do not agree.

I have not asked for your opinion.

Not for some time.

Not since I doubted the necessity
of building 300 ships.

The way to prevent war
is to be ready for it.

Have 300 warships ever been
built for war without war?

We shall have what we want
without it.

Your Majesty, please hear me.

I think we are very near the edge.

Strings are being pulled,
and not by us.

We are being managed and maneuvered
without our choosing.

The deputation sent on behalf
of Lady Octavia...

...chosen from the most
highly revered men of Rome.

Why? They can take back to their
people nothing but Lord Antony's...

...forgive me, insulting and
unnecessary divorce of her...

...and his rejection of them.

It was done at my bidding.
The responsibility is mine.

The doing was mine.

What do you propose?

Let me go to Rome and approach
Octavian, possibly the Roman people...

...and assure them that we want peace.

Go then.

Go to Rome.

Sosigenes!

Take care.

He's very dear to you.

Your concern and worry
are written all over you.

Forgive me, but it's a kind of love
that you're showing.

Let them talk. Let them
negotiate all they want.

Time is on our side.
We can only grow stronger.

These walls must not
believe their ears...

...to hear such silence...

...from the right...

...from the left.

The call of the Roman people
can be clearly heard...

...yet the Roman Senate...

...has no answer.

Shall we then just sit...

...and listen?

There is not one of us that would not
willingly make war upon Cleopatra.

But how...

...without also making war
upon Marc Antony...

...loved by Rome and loving Rome?

"Loved by Rome and loving Rome. "

I have here the last will
and testament...

...of Antony, who so loves Rome.

Read for yourselves...

...how dearly Antony loves you,
loves Rome...

...in this, his last will
under his seal.

Only lately brought from Egypt...

...and deposited in our holy temple
at Antony's request...

...by the distinguished Sosigenes.

An extraordinary mission
for an extraordinary man.

So wise, so close to Cleopatra,
so trusted by her.

Read in Antony's will...

...at the end.

Commit to memory the last request
of your beloved Antony.

It bears witness to his love for Rome.

When he is dead, it says...

...when Marc Antony has died...

...it is his wish to be buried...

...in his beloved Alexandria!

In Egypt!

Among Egyptians.

Beside his Egyptian whore!

Is what I say the truth?

Do I speak the truth?

- War!
- War!

I hold before you
the Golden Spear of War.

Placed into my hands
without dissent...

...by the command and will
of the Senate of Rome.

And now it is you,
the people of Rome, who must direct me.

Where is the enemy?

Where is Egypt? Show me the way!

No!

No!

There!

There is Egypt.

And so once more,
the Romans warred upon each other.

And just as Antony had foretold...

...the forces of Octavian
came to meet them...

...on the spot where they landed.

Which was at Actium, in Greece.

Action begins
with the rise of the sun.

Your plan is brave and simple.
It's possible on land...

...but we debate
its wisdom on the sea.

I have an enemy on land with fewer
troops, on sea with fewer ships.

Let him debate the wisdom
of his position.

I have a happy choice. To destroy him
wet or dry. I have chosen wet.

I think it best, Euphranor, you report
to Cleopatra aboard her vessel.

There you may point out to her...

...the reasons why my brave simplicity
has failed.

In any case, you are relieved
of your battle command.

This final commitment of yourself,
your ships, of all of us...

...to fight at sea,
when did you decide?

- Forgive me. I had...
- We've worked hard for many months.

We've trained an army
of 200,000 men from 20 countries.

- They won't be wasted...
- Of which 20,000 of them...

...will be herded onto those ships and
dragged out to sea, puking and afraid.

- Why, my lord? Why?
- Because I have decided it will be so!

I consider it an honor...

...to fight beside Lord Antony
at any time, anywhere.

Spoken like a Roman, Ramos.

And you shall fight at my side,
in Rufio's place.

Rufio, you will remain with
Her Majesty aboard her vessel.

As you command.

Canidius, you will remain
with the land forces...

...cheering from the hilltop,
if you like.

- As you command.
- Exactly.

As I command.

You're all dismissed.

Antony.

What has happened?

To me?

You have happened to me.

Do the lookouts have
Octavian's insignia?

- A golden eagle. Sighted at sunrise.
- By sunset we'll have those feathers.

Let Octavian know we're coming!

Let the enemy hear the voice
of Antony's legions!

He's on his way.
Signal Lord Caesar's ship.

Does it fly his insignia?

My orders are to be followed
exactly as issued.

And may the gods grant that Antony
has not changed his plan of battle.

There he goes...

...as he's done 100 times on land.
Straight for the center.

If only it were on land, and we
were there to protect his flanks.

But we're not.

This and all dispositions
are to be signaled to Euphranor.

But Euphranor's in command of...

In command of moving toy ships
on a painted ocean...

...so that Egypt's queen can more
clearly follow her war upon water...

...to which she has committed
Marc Antony and 20,000 Romans.

Just as he said he would.

Antony and his escorts
by themselves are after Octavian.

- He's already broken through.
- They let him through.

They'll close behind him.

Not if we engage, as Antony said.

They won't engage. Agrippa will pull
them back and back, behind Antony...

...as Antony chases Octavian.

What report?

Lord Antony is already through
the center of the Roman line.

He is now deep within the Roman fleet,
in pursuit of Octavian.

Faster! Faster!

They've increased their own speed.
We're too heavy to catch them.

Then we'll slow them down.

Start the ballistas.
Javelin throwers.

Aim high.
Overshoot rather than under.

Ballistas. Javelins.

Ballistas!

Octavian's ships are so much faster
than our Egyptian tubs.

Why doesn't Agrippa keep him away
from Antony's ballistas?

Ballistas!

Ballistas!

Ballistas!

My lord! My lord!

A direct hit on the enemy!
A bank of oars is destroyed!

He's coming around broadside.

We've got him!

Collision course.
We'll ram him, board and destroy him.

Octavian!

Octavian!
Now is your time to be a Caesar!

- Where is he hiding?
- My Lord Octavian is not on board.

And now we close the trap.

Now we hit my Lord Antony
with everything we have.

No word of Lord Antony?

By now he must have Octavian.
You said he rammed his ship.

It may be Lord Antony rammed a ship
flying Octavian's insignia.

But if it is Octavian's ship,
if Octavian is on board...

If he finds and kills Octavian, he's
still surrounded by the Roman fleet.

- Then send him help.
- I've none to send.

They're pulling our ships apart now.

They've got Antony
alone and cut off...

...closing in on him
like a pack of dogs on a wounded bear.

- Lord Antony's ship?
- Gone.

- And Octavian's ship?
- Burning, helpless.

Would you say, admiral...

...that Lord Antony is dead?

How is the wind for Egypt?

Fair.

We'll sail at once.

Man the oar banks. Hoist anchor.
We sail for Egypt!

My Lord Canidius!

Remember always,
that after the battle of Actium...

...with Octavian dead
and Antony dead...

...you saw the victor...

...sail away on her golden barge.

She's going.

Cleopatra's going!

Leaving me!

My lord.

My lord, our casualties are heavy.
We have little armor left.

Our men need regrouping,
someone to give them courage.

The dying are calling for you.
The living need your help.

You can't leave them.

Listen to me!

Help!

Help!

Caesar, news!

Great news! Cleopatra is leaving
the battle. Antony follows.

We have won a great victory.

Weigh oars!

Her Majesty is most anxious
to see you. Will you come below?

Perhaps if you remain,
she will come to you.

Shall I send you food? Wine?

Her Majesty's orders.

She's afraid you might...

...harm yourself.

Please.

Octavian has crossed
from Syria into Egypt.

He can be here in a matter of weeks.

There are two full legions
here in Alexandria...

...who have remained loyal to you.

They and their officers...

...are waiting for you
to command them.

If not to me, won't you speak
to Rufio at least...

...or to anyone you choose?

Antony, just say what you want done
and it will be.

It's been so long since you've
looked at me. Don't turn away...

...even like this...

...with your eyes filled with hate.

How they burn with hate.

Why, Antony? Why?

Because I ran away?

They told me you were dead!

What...

...could I do?

Where could I go...

...in a world suddenly without you...

...except to my son and my country...

...Caesarion and Egypt?

I wanted to save them from Octavian.

You would have wanted me to go.

You would have commanded me to go.

Tell me you would have!

They told me you were dead.

They told me you were dead.

You were quite right.

I am dead.

The armies of Gaius Julius Caesar...

...are advancing without opposition
upon Alexandria.

Gaius Julius Caesar?

So now Octavian has
stolen all of the name.

Caesar wishes it known he has
no quarrel with Cleopatra of Egypt.

Then let him take his armies
out of here and go home.

He has charged me to say
that the choice of war or peace...

...now rests with Egypt.

And that for himself,
he desires only peace.

And what are his terms
for this unconditional peace?

A small token.

A demonstration. A gesture.

An indication of Queen Cleopatra's
goodwill and good faith.

What does Octavian want?

Marc Antony.

The...

...head of Marc Antony?

Take this to him as my answer.

Egyptian generosity.

Octavian may have two heads
for the price of one.

Either two...

...or none.

I'm told you come here to sleep.

Not to sleep.

To pass the night then.

I'm not alone.

The old boy and I
exchange memories of life.

It's like having a roommate,
or should I say, "tomb-mate"?

If he were in your place,
would I find Caesar here?

Hidden away, wrapped in moonlight
and endless self-pity?

Self-pity! You repeat yourself!
Find new reproaches!

Until now it has just been
a part of your being drunk.

Singing sad songs for Antony.

Your time would be better spent
negotiating with Octavian.

Why not give over my head?
It's no great loss to me.

Dying the second time is painless
and possibly an advantage to you.

The basis
of a great new alliance with Rome.

I do not want a great
new alliance with Rome.

Then what do you want?

I have come for Marc Antony.

What is left of his army,
Rufio, my son and I...

...all of Egypt are waiting for him.

There is little time.

Marc Antony?

There is no one here by that name...

...alive.

Time for what?

For Marc Antony
to appear in shiny armor...

...swords flashing in both hands?

Agrippa. Octavian.

Stand back! Rejoice!
Marc Antony will save the day!

Antony, you say?

He died at Actium...

...running away.

He tried to run on the water, but
you weren't there to hold his hand!

Rufio, my legions, waiting.

For what?

To ask me
what they carry in their eyes...

...in their hearts, in their sleep,
as I have.

Why are you not dead?

Why do you live? How can you live?

Why do you not lie
in the deepest hole of the sea...

...bloodless and bloated and
at peace with honorable death?

You begged forgiveness from me
for running away.

You wept and gave reason. A mother
to her child, a queen to her country.

Where and how can I weep and beg?
From whom?

The thousands and thousands
who can no longer hear me?

Shall I give my reason?

Shall I say simply, I loved?

When I saw you go, I saw nothing.

Felt, heard, thought nothing
except your going.

Not the dying and dead,
not Rome, not Egypt...

...not victory or defeat,
honor or disgrace...

...only that my love was going
and I must be with her.

That my love, my master, called.

And I followed.

And that only then...

...I looked back...

...and I saw.

How right you were.

"Have as your master
anyone, anything...

...but never love. "

How wrong.

How wrong I was.

Antony, the love you followed is here.

To be had upon payment of an empire.

Without you, Antony...

...this is not a world
I want to live in...

...much less conquer.

Because for me...

...there would be no love anywhere.

Do you want me to die with you?
I will.

Or do you want me to live with you?

Whatever you choose.

Are we too late, do you think,
if we choose to live?

Better too late...

...than never.

My lady, there is disturbing news
from the city.

The people are frightened. Some are
beginning to leave their homes.

During the night, hundreds of notices
were posted everywhere.

They were found
stuck up in the marketplace.

Even painted on temples
and other holy places.

Signed by Octavian Gaius
Julius Caesar Augustus...

...promising the Egyptian people
peace if they surrender to him...

...and destruction if they do not.

I've had all of them removed
and I've ordered the death penalty...

...for anyone who spreads the rumors
that Antony's men might desert him.

And what penalty
if the rumors might come true?

How do you know?

I know the Romans.

There is only one commander
they will never desert.

His name is "victory. "

But yet, just now,
you let Lord Antony go as if...

If you could have seen him,
how proud he was...

...unafraid...

...as he used to be.

All of my attendants, have they been
given their freedom? Have they gone?

Yes. They wanted once more
to tidy up.

Octavian can do his own housecleaning.

The captain of the guards and three
of his best men are to report to me...

...disguised as merchants.

They are to escort
Caesarion out of Egypt...

...for the time being.

And you?

Your Majesty, please reconsider.

There are two of Euphranor's ships
in the east harbor.

And would you roll me
on board in a carpet?

No.

There are no more Caesars to go to,
at least not for me.

- Then it is still your intention...
- To remain in Alexandria.

In the last possible place
anyone would look.

Literally, the last possible place.

Your Majesty, I have never
questioned your decisions.

It's not the time to begin.

Let me stay with you.

Charmian and Eiras will look after me.

If Lord Antony should...

When Lord Antony returns...

...you will be here to tell him
where to find me...

...waiting for him.

Together, we will then do...

...what he thinks best.

Is that clear?

- Yes, my lady.
- Was there anything more?

I have always loved you.

And I have always known.

Rome has never known such an army.
We should be taking on all of Asia.

It seems a waste to slaughter what's
left of Antony's army and Antony.

There will be no slaughter.
I doubt there will be even bloodshed.

Has a battle ever been won without
a blow being struck? I wonder.

At any rate, let me
make it clear once more.

I want Antony alive,
and I want her alive.

She must be taken alive.

Queen Cleopatra's second procession
into Rome...

...will surpass her first.

The ring your father gave you.

It is yours now...

...to keep.

Wear it with pride and with honor.

I'm afraid.

I know I shouldn't be.

Who told you that?

All kings...

...and especially queens, are afraid.

They just manage not to show it.

Something ordinary people cannot do.

Hail Antony!

- How near is Octavian?
- Very near. Over that low ridge.

As it grows dark, the glow from
his campfires will light up the sky.

Our troops must find it
attractive to watch.

Inviting, even.

Antony's legions warm themselves
at their own fires.

Yes.

I could feel the warmth as I rode by.

- How many legions has he?
- Twenty.

- And we?
- Two. The 12th and one made up...

Made up from what was left
of the others.

As I remember it, Caesar
held Alexandria with two.

How are they deployed? Rufio.

Cavalry to the left, cavalry
to the right, infantry to the center.

Three elephants deployed
to stamp out a fly.

My lords Octavian and Agrippa have
all the strategic brilliance...

...of two vestal virgins.

We can move to ground too soft for
cavalry and fight their infantry.

Stand? And let them stamp on us?
No. Let the elephants stand.

We flies will bite
and buzz and tickle.

At the first light of day...

...while Octavian's glow
still lights up the sky...

...we will attack.

By sunset, both our loyal legions
will have grown larger...

...and even more loyal, I promise you.

Good night.

Rufio, tell the guards, please...

...I am to be awakened
just before dawn.

Of course.

And, Rufio...

...if, for whatever reason, the guards
should forget or misjudge the time...

...will you, yourself, wake me?

The guards will wake you.

- But if they don't?
- Then I will. Never fear.

I never fear.

Not anymore.

Rufio!

Rufio.

Fight!

Fight!

Fight!

Why don't you fight?

Is there no one
who would grant Antony...

...an honorable way to die?

Before me...

...this was carried by another Roman
killed by Rome.

Another...

...Caesar.

No.

We will have him.

We will have them both together.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Her Majesty said to tell you...

...she can be found in the last
possible place anyone would look.

Literally, the last possible place.

She might have waited.

Once more, it seems...

...Cleopatra is out of reach...

...and I must hurry after.

Throughout life...

...and now beyond.

One woman, one love!

Nothing changes...

...except life into death.

Will you help me?

Help me to die, Apollodorus!

I want to!

But I can't.

I've always envied Rufio...

...his long arms.

The ultimate desertion:

I from myself.

Else, how could I have missed what
I must have aimed for all my life?

Will you finish me now?

Where is my sword?
I beg you to finish me.

I lied to you.
I let you think the queen is dead.

But she's alive in her tomb,
waiting for you.

Cleopatra waiting?

There will be just enough time...

...if you'll help me.

Perhaps, my lady, if we were
to bind his wounds tightly...

It would only give him pain.
Let him sleep.

Sleep.

Will you come tonight...

...so that I can sleep...

...the dark sleep?

They did meet after all...

...the lovers.

They will always meet.

Be lonely for me.

But not for very long.

I promise.

I thought always I would die...

...so well...

...as becomes a soldier.

A soldier's death.

I lived always as I saw fit.

Unfittingly.

I would make it up, I thought,
in death.

I expected...

I expected too much of me in death...

...as in life.

Are you holding me?

Never so closely.

Even closer.

You and I will prove death...

...so much less than love.

You and I, we will...

We'll make of dying...

...nothing more than one...

...last...

...embrace.

A kiss...

...to take my breath away.

There has never been...

...such a silence.

Turn him over.

Strange people.
Poisons that smell like perfume.

Find more. Have it analyzed.
Test it on one of the badly wounded.

My lord, they have
found Queen Cleopatra.

She is locked in a building,
that is to say, a tomb.

Hurry.

Oh, Marc Antony is with her,
they say. He's dead.

- What?
- Lord Antony is dead.

Is that how one says it?

As simply as that.

Marc Antony is dead.

Lord Antony is dead.

The soup is hot. The soup is cold.

Antony is living. Antony is dead.

Shake with terror when
such words pass your lips...

...for fear they be untrue and Antony
cut out your tongue for the lie!

And if true...

...for your lifetime boast...

...that you were honored
to speak his name even in death.

The dying of such a man...

...must be shouted.

Screamed.

It must echo back
from the corners of the universe.

Antony is dead!

Marc Antony of Rome lives no more!

You needn't lower
your head before Caesar.

I never did.

But if he were here, I'd be happy to.

I am Caesar.

If it pleases you, Octavian.

Look at me.

If it pleases you.

After all this time
and all that has happened...

...I suppose you are still beautiful,
in a way.

You flatter me.

My interest is impersonal.
Should you have any intention...

Now you flatter yourself.

The fighting is over.

Your country, your possessions
and you are mine by right of conquest.

I permit you to rule Egypt as a Roman
province and return your possessions.

There is one condition.
You will first accompany me to Rome.

Behind your chariot?

Look at me!

Would the proud citizens of Rome
wait for hours in the hot sun...

...to see my dead body
dragged through the Forum?

I'll have you closely watched.

Octavian...

...when I am ready to die...

...I will die.

What if I promise
no harm will come to you...

...that you will be returned
to Alexandria?

Look at me!

What more could you ask?

You have not spoken...

...of my son.

Your son. I'd forgotten him.

Where is he?

Safe.

If I go with you to Rome...

...would you permit my son
to rule Egypt?

And his sons?

And theirs?

I'll do everything I can.

Do I have your word...

...as a Roman emperor and god?

Yes.

When will you require me to go?

As soon as possible.

At the moment, I am very tired
and would like to rest.

If you'll leave me.

Do I have your word...

...that you will not harm yourself
in any way?

I swear it.

On the life of my son.

Must the guards remain inside?

I have sworn...

...after all...

...on the life of my son.

And now I must make ready to go.

There's little to do.

First, I shall want something to eat.

Something to sustain me on my way.

Some fruit, perhaps?

Bring it to me.

Charmian.

You then, Eiras.

You have never been without us.

You cannot leave us behind.

Perhaps...

...there may be enough for us all.

Bring me a tablet to write on.

I want a message
brought to Octavian.

Words are wasted on such a man.

I have wasted so many on so many men.

A few more. One last request.

Will he grant it, do you think?

I may never know.

In this case...

...I think I shall.

I will serve Her Majesty as always.

I have always served her.

You will both wait...

...to dress me for my travels.

I will wear...

I want to be as Antony first saw me.

The dress of gold?

He must know at once...

...even from a great distance...

...that it is I.

This will be the last thing you do.

Drop this to one of the guards outside
for Octavian.

But be sure to wait.

And now let me see if the figs
are as they should be.

The taste of these, they say,
is sharp...

...and swiftly over.

How strangely awake I feel.

As if living
had been just a long dream.

Someone else's dream.

Now finished at last.

But then now...

...will begin...

...a dream of my own.

Which will never end.

Antony?

Antony, wait.

From the Egyptian queen,
message for Caesar.

Read it. Whatever she wants will be
granted upon her arrival in Rome.

We will discuss it
as she walks beside my chariot.

What is it?

"My one wish,
which I implore you to grant...

...is to be buried at the site of
Antony and to remain there...

...until all things end. "

Was this well done of your lady?

Extremely well.

As befitting...

...the last of so many noble...

...rulers.

And the Roman asked:

"Was this well done of your lady?"

And the servant answered:

"Extremely well.

As befitting the last...

...of so many noble rulers. "