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A Chronos Film Production

Long live the Emperor!

Long live the Emperor!

Long live the Emperor!

A film by Jerzy Kawalerowicz

In association with Polish Television

Co-Produced with

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Screenplay by Jerzy Kawalerowicz

Based on the novel by Henryk Sienkiewicz "Quo Vadis"

Starring Pavel Delag as Marcus Vinicius

Magdalena Melzazh as Lygia

Boguslav Linda as Petronius

Michal Bajor as Nero

Jerzy Trela as Chilo the Greek

Frantisek Pečka as Apostle Peter

Krzysztof Majchszak as Tigellinus

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Costumes

Sound

Editing Cezary Grzesiuk

Set Designer Joanna Pezinska

Assistant Director (2nd unit) Marc Atgé

Production Manager Pawel Barenski

Executive Producers too: Jerzy Kajetan Frykowski, Dorota Wolnicka-Szczesniak

Music Composer Jan Kaczmarek

Production design Janusz Sosnowski

Cinematography Andrzej Jaroszewicz

Producer Miroslav Slowinski

Stage director Jerzy Kawalerowicz

Marcus Vinicius, your sister's son, sir,

has returned from Asia Minor and is here to visit you.

Let him come in.

Greetings, Petronius!

May the Gods grant you good luck,

especially Asclepius and Cypris.

Welcome to Rome.

As for Cyprida, I received so much

patronage from her that it is enough for me.

What is heard in Armenia, how is your war there?

Nobody needs this war; if it weren’t for

Corbulo, we could have been defeated.

Corbulo is the true God of War, righteous and foolish.

I love him, if only because Nero is afraid of him.

Corbulo is not stupid.

Maybe you are right. Stupidity is no worse

than wisdom and is no different from it.

This is the best thing in life.

You love war, I don't.

Some people love their own singing and poetry.

Tell me, do you, by any chance, write poetry?

- No! - And you don’t play the lute or sing?

- No! - Then I am completely calm for you.

Now, you see, it is commendable to write poetry.

And it’s even better not to write poetry, not to play or sing.

It's best to be able to admire when Copperbeard does it.

Greetings.

Greetings!

One thing that threatens you is that Poppea will fall in love with you.

I actually came to you for advice.

Have you been hit by Cupid's arrow?

Imagine, approaching the city, I twisted my leg, falling from

my horse, and spent several days in the house of Aulus Plautius,

who was just passing me at that moment.

If you fell in love with Plautius's

wife, I feel sorry for you.

No, not Pomponia, her name is Lygia,

but she also has her own barbaric name - Callina.

One day at dawn I saw her naked, washing herself

by the fountain in the garden, and I swear to you,

that the rays of dawn pierced her body right through.

It turns out that she is transparent, like a small sardine?

Do not kidding ME. I'm madly in love.

I don’t know what peace is, I don’t want any women, I

don’t want gold, I don’t want feasts. I want Lygia!

I don’t know, are you a goddess or a mortal maiden?

If you are one of mortals, then unspeakably

blessed are your father and mother,

and blessed are your brothers.

Your family is famous. I see you are reasonable!

I did not expect to hear Homeric

verses from the lips of such a young girl.

The Greek teacher teaches our boy,

and Lygia listens to the lessons.

They say that happiness consists

in desiring what the Gods desire.

But I... I, however, think that there is

another, greater and more valuable happiness,

that only love can give.

The Gods themselves are looking for this happiness, here I am,

Lygia,

I still haven’t found love, I’m also looking

for the one that would give me happiness.

Do you have any idea why I'm telling you this?

No.

How different your world is from the world ruled by our Nero!

The world is ruled not by Nero, but by God.

So you believe in the Gods, Pomponia?

I believe in one God, just and almighty.

She believes in one God, just and omnipotent.

I don’t believe it, but I agree that

every woman has three or four souls.

And not a single one has a rational soul.

However, I have to commend your choice, Mark.

Do you know what she reminded me of? Spring.

I wanted her badly, but now I want her even more.

Actually, I would like to kill Aulus and Pomponia,

and steal it and take it to your home.

I won't sleep tonight.

I will order one of my slaves to be punished and I will listen to his cries.

You have whims worthy of a carpenter.

Greetings, leader.

I brought you orders and greetings from the Emperor.

I thank the Emperor for his greetings, and I will carry out the order.

Hello, Hasta.

Aulus Plautius, in your house lives the daughter of the king of

the Lygians, whom this king gave over to the power of the Romans.

as a guarantee that the Lygians would never violate the borders of the empire.

The Divine Nero commands you to deliver her into my hands.

Lygia,

Pomponia and I both love you like a daughter,

but you are a hostage, and your guardianship is entrusted to the Emperor.

What will happen to her?

The worst could happen to her.

Did someone really tell the Emperor about her?

Doesn't he understand what he's dooming her to?

Petronius?

May the day they entered our house be cursed.

Farewell, our joy.

I'll go to Seneca

maybe he will intercede for you with Nero.

Madam!

Let me go with my mistress and guard her in Nero's palace.

The iron in my hands crumbles like wood.

Where is Lygia? Speak!

What did you do to her?

I'm only a slob in the mornings

and in the evening my former strength returns to me.

Apparently you were taught gymnastics by a weaver,

and manners - a blacksmith.

You have an iron hand, but I swear by all the Gods of hell,

if you betrayed me, I will put a knife in your throat.

Speak! Where is Lygia?

I made two requests to the Emperor, which he promised to fulfill:

extract Lygia from the house of Aulus and give her to you.

Don't you have a knife somewhere in your bosom?

Otherwise you'll be in jail

and Lygia at this time is bored in your house.

Sorry, but I thought you decided to

kidnap her for yourself or for the Emperor.

Tigellinus serves as the Emperor's pimp.

And I, if I wanted to take it for myself, then

now, looking into your eyes, I would say so.

So why didn’t you immediately order her to be taken to my house?

Because the Emperor wants to keep up appearances.

We took Lygia as a hostage, and people will talk about it.

And as long as there is talk, she

will remain in the Emperor’s palace.

Then we’ll send her to you quietly, and that’ll be the end of the matter.

Pomponia writes to ask me to take care of you.

I will take care of you, but, Lygia, do not irritate the Emperor!

I must now prepare you for the feast.

This is his desire.

You are very kind, Acta.

I'm not angry

although my happiness has passed,

and the joy passed away.

The Emperor was once not so evil either.

It was others who made him this way.

Poppea.

Do you still love him, Akta?

Nobody loves him except me.

You will see him at the feast,

and you must be at the feast.

There you will find the opportunity to ask Petronius and Vinicius

to obtain for you the right to return to the house of Aulus.

You are a hundred times more beautiful than Poppea, Lygia.

Your Lygian land must be wonderful,

where are such girls born?

I don't remember him anymore.

Urs only told me that

we have a forest region.

Here are our places.

Greetings.

Greetings, divine one!

Greetings, Mark.

Happy are my eyes that can see you.

Long live the Emperor!

I love you, Lygia.

- Let me in! - My Divine.

Love me!

The Emperor is looking at you.

Petronius,

Is this the hostage with whom Vinicius is in love?

Yes she.

Does Vinicius think she's beautiful?

On your face, O incomparable expert, I already read her verdict!

Yes, she's too skinny!

And although, when she sits, it is difficult to judge the entire

figure, you have already said to yourself: “Too narrow in the hips.”

Too narrow in the hips.

Poppea!

Hail divine Augusta!

Hail divine Augusta!

Emperor!

Before the guests get too drunk, decorate the feast with your singing.

God knows what all these performances cost me.

However, since Apollo gave me some kind of voice,

then it is a sin to neglect the gifts of God.

But today I'm really hoarse.

Sing, Emperor! Sing! Don't be cruel!

We ask you to sing.

I will sing to you, the only one,

Composing a song in agony.

I'm miserable without you

Lilies in mourning

Half and half water and bitterness,

Wine turns into vinegar.

Come back and give back the lilies their whiteness,

Let the water return its taste,

And wine is the sweetness of nectar.

If we talk about music, then Orpheus at that

moment should have turned yellow with envy,

like Lucan present here.

As for the poems,

then I regret that they are too good for

me to find words of praise worthy of them.

I saw you naked at the fountain.

You thought no one was looking at you, but I did.

And I still see you like this, even

though these clothes hide you now.

Take off your clothes!

How Crispinilla throw it off! Reset!

Drop it! Reset!

Lygia!

Give me your lips!

Leave me alone! Leave it! Leave it!

The Emperor took you from Aulus to give you to me.

- Understand? - Akta, Akta.

Tomorrow, when it gets dark, I will send for you, I don’t want to wait any longer.

I can not wait any more. You must be mine!

I want to possess you! Do you hear?

Today, here, now, this minute! Give me your lips! Give me your lips!

No no. No.

Give me your lips!

Lygia!

Lygia!

Lygia!

If he loves you, let him give you to Aulus

and take you from their house as his wife.

I do not want it so. I want to go to the Lygians.

What kind of slave is this?

She is not a slave, oh divine Augusta!

This is a pupil of Pomponia Graecina, the daughter of the

king of the Lygians, who was given to Rome as a pledge.

And she came to visit you.

No, Augusta, she has been living in the palace since yesterday.

- By whose orders? - By order of the Emperor.

Why do you want to live here and not with Pomponia?

I do not wish, madam, it is the Emperor who

promised to give me to Vinicius as a slave.

So the Emperor took you to Aulus to give you to Vinicius?

Yes Milady.

Intercede for me and return me to Pomponia.

I promise that today you will

become the slave of Vinicius.

Yesterday you were drunk. You treated her like a stonemason.

Don't be too pushy.

Swear that you will return her to

Pomponia, and it will depend on you

so that the next day she would want to stay rather than return.

I have been doing the same to Chrysothemis every night

for five years and cannot complain about her severity.

They should already be there. Must be.

He won’t be able to stand it, he’ll run out to meet them and miss them.

He's like Judas.

Stop being so nervous, you'll get used to it.

Greetings madam.

My master has sent a stretcher for you.

I'll go.

Urs! Urs! It's you?

- Mister! We defended ourselves! -Where is Lygia?

- Blood, sir! -Where is Lygia?

Have mercy! Dont kill! Dont kill! Have mercy!

Flog everyone with rods. One hundred strokes of rods.

Let's go, Chrysothemis.

Acta, if you don't want to cause misfortune, tell the truth.

Did the Emperor kidnap her?

I swear by my mother’s shadow, she is not in the

palace, and it was not the Emperor who kidnapped her.

Yesterday little Augusta fell ill, and Nero does not leave her cradle.

So it was Aulus who kidnapped her?

What Lygia herself wanted happened.

You knew she wanted to run away!

I knew she didn't want to become your concubine.

Who have you been all your life? A?

Before that I was a slave.

The Emperor gave me Lygia.

I'm not interested in knowing who she was before.

She will be my concubine.

I will order her to be whipped,

and when I get tired, I will give it to the last of my slaves.

Yesterday we met Poppea,

little Augusta was carried by a black woman.

In the evening the child fell ill.

A black woman claims that she was jinxed

by a stranger they met in the garden.

If the child recovers, they will forget about it,

And if not -

Poppaea will be the first to accuse Lygia of

witchcraft, and then there will be no salvation for her.

So maybe she jinxed me too?

Mark,

until the child recovers, do not talk about Lygia with the Emperor.

You will bring Poppaea's vengeance upon her.

Her eyes have cried enough because of you.

Do you love her, Acta?

I fell in love with her.

Because she didn’t repay you with hatred like she did me.

How is the divine Augusta feeling?

How is the health of the divine?

May she and this whole house burn in hell.

Be quiet, if you want to know something about Lygia, then come with me.

Come after me. I ordered my slaves to stand guard at all the gates of the city.

- Do you have a fever? - I am sick.

I don’t know what the doctor would prescribe for

you, but I know what I would do if I were you.

I know what love is, and I

know that no other can replace it.

But a beautiful slave...

I don't want.

Maybe your slaves do not have the charm of novelty for you?

Take a closer look at this one, Iraida.

I give it to you, take it for yourself!

I don't need her!

Others are not needed either.

Thank you, but I don't want to.

Eunice, take a bath, oil your

body and go to Vinicius’s house.

I will not go to Vinicius, sir.

I can't,

most merciful sir, have pity on me.

But don’t send me out of the house, I beg you.

Which slave here is Evnika's lover?

Nobody, sir.

What do you know about her?

Evnika never leaves the

bedroom at night after your bath, sir.

She doesn't stay in the bathhouse.

Enough!

My relative, Vinicius, to whom I gave Eunice, did not accept it.

Stand up.

Therefore, she stays at home.

Take her now and give her 25 lashes

just so as not to spoil the skin.

Went.

Eunice claims that there is a person who can find Lygia.

Has this man come, whom you

told Teiresias about yesterday?

He's waiting, sir. His name is Chilon Chilonides.

Who is he?

Sage, soothsayer,

knows how to read people's destinies and predict the future.

Did he predict the future for you too?

Yes, sir.

What did he prophesy for you?

That pain and happiness await me.

You suffered pain yesterday at the hands of

Teiresias, which means happiness can come.

It has already arrived, sir.

- What is it? - I stayed here.

Greetings Thersites!

How are your bumps that Ulysses gave you at Troy?

Noble sir, the wisest of the dead, Ulysses, sends greetings

through me to the wisest of the living, Petronius.

and asks me to cover my bumps with a new cloak.

The answer deserves a cape.

Do you know well what you are taking on?

When two surnames of two noble houses talk about nothing else,

and after them half of Rome repeats it, it’s hard not to know.

Yesterday a girl named Lygia, or rather Callina, was kidnapped

and I undertake to find her.

Fine! What means do you have for this?

You have the means, sir, but I only have the mind.

If you deceive me for profit, you will die under my sticks.

I am a philosopher, sir, and a philosopher cannot be greedy

for profit, especially the kind that you so generously promise.

When will you start searching?

I have already started. And, in answer to your kind questions, I am also looking.

Have you provided such services before?

Virtue and wisdom value themselves too low

today for even a philosopher to be forced to

look for other means of livelihood.

Fine. Do you need directions?

- I need a weapon. - Which?

Such are the times these days, sir.

You, gentlemen, asked me about various things.

Let me now ask:

Haven't you seen, venerable tribune,

no symbols, no amulets on

Pomponia or on this divine Lygia?

Or maybe you saw them drawing some signs to each other,

understandable only to them?

I once saw Lygia draw a fish on the sand.

Fish? Fish?

Did she do it once or several times?

Once.

- Are you sure, sir, that it’s a fish? - Exactly.

- Do you know what this means? - Yes.

Fortune will shower you with all gifts equally, most worthy gentlemen.

Tell them to give you a cloak.

Ulysses thanks you for Thersites.

Thank you, thank you, most worthy gentlemen.

Do you know what this is?

Fish? This is a fish.

You are stupid, although you add so much water to wine,

that there could be fish in it.

This is a symbol, and in the language of philosophers it means “the smile of Fortune.”

Respect philosophy, otherwise I will change the wine shop, which my close

friend Petronius has been trying to persuade me to do for a long time.

- What's happened? - Divine Augusta has died!

Children of Emperors sometimes die too.

Say the following words in Greek:

Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior.

Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior. So what?

Now take the first letters of each of these

words and add them together to make one word.

INTYS.

Fish!

Fish.

Did Lygia really draw a fish for you?

If she had drawn a bird, I would have said that she had drawn a bird.

Therefore, she is a Christian.

This means that Lygia

poisons wells, kills children on the

street and indulges in debauchery!

No, no and NO!

Obviously, Christians are not at all what we thought they were.

The generosity of Vinicius will exceed

your hopes, but only when Lygia is found.

I obey.

I obey.

You are to blame for her death!

Witchcraft killed little Augusta.

On your advice, an evil spirit entered these walls

and with one glance sucked the life from her chest.

Woe is me!

Woe!

Woe!

Emperor!

Burn Rome and the whole world

with grief, but save us your voice!

Sir, we have suffered an immeasurable loss,

So let us at least have this treasure!

You were the only one who

thought of this, Petronius!

Only you alone!

Go to Antium!

There she was born, there

joy will descend upon you,

there will be healing.

I'll go!

I will write a hymn in her honor and compose music for it.

Haven't you found it among Christians?

You guessed it, sir,

but I found Glaucus, the physician.

Who else is this?

You apparently forgot, sir, the old man,

defending whom I lost these two fingers.

I left him dying in the inn and

mourned him for a long time.

Unfortunately, he is still alive and

belongs to the Christian community.

Say what you want?

I want, sir, to eliminate Glaucus.

Hire people to beat him

to death, and I'll pay them.

They will rip a lot off you, and then they will use your secret.

- How much do you need? - A thousand sesterces.

I must find honest ones, those who, having

taken a deposit, would not go missing.

I vouch for this man, he is a Christian, sir.

I am old, and at times there are eclipses of memory.

For example, our Christ was betrayed by one of his disciples!

So I can’t remember the name of this traitor right now.

This is Judas, the gentleman who hanged himself.

Well, yes, indeed, Judas! Judas! Thank you.

This, sir, is the brother you wanted to see.

May the peace of Christ be with you.

What's your name, son?

- So, what's your name? - Urs.

Do you love Christ?

I love you with all my soul and heart.

Ursus, do you know who Judas was?

I know, but he hanged himself.

Peace be with you, faithful servant of the Lamb, let us sit down.

However, from the poison of Judas another

traitor was born who lives among us.

What kind of traitor is this, father?

The son of Judas, who pretends to be a Christian

and accuses his brothers in front of the Emperor of

that they poison fountains, kill children and

do not want to recognize the Emperor as God.

But, if no one defended Christ in the hour of his torment,

who will want to punish the traitor now?

I could do it, Father.

Go to the Christians, ask about the doctor Glaucus,

and when they show him to you, kill him!

Yes Father.

Killing a traitor is like killing a wolf or

a bear, but what if Glaucus dies innocently?

Listen, Ursus, here in Rome I teach the faith

of Christ to one slave, whose name is Eunice.

She serves in the house of a certain Petronius.

And in this house I heard how Glaucus undertook to hand over all the

Christians, and, in addition, promised another Imperial informer, Vinicius...

Vinicius?

...that he will find a girl among the Christians who...

What, what's wrong with you? What are you doing?

Nothing, father. I will kill Glaucus.

I found!

I found!

Have you seen her?

I saw Urs and talked to him.

So you know where they are hiding.

No, sir, but I brought you the certainty that if

Ursus is here, then the divine Lygia is in Rome.

And the second news is that today she will almost certainly be in Ostrian.

In Ostriana, where is it?

Between the Salt Road and the Nomenstrian Road.

And this is a sign without which we would not have been released.

Here are the scurpules.

When Lygia is in my house, you will receive a bag of these.

Oh, Jupiter!

- Don't go anywhere from here. - No.

- You will come with me to Ostrian. - I obey.

The gladiator Croton will go with us.

It's good, sir, that you contacted me today,

Tomorrow I'm going to Benevento, so that there, in the presence of

the Emperor, I can measure myself against the strongest black man,

than Africa has ever produced.

The man who guards the girl has extraordinary strength.

I, worthy gentleman, undertake with this hand to grab whomever you command,

and this other one - to defend against seven such Lygians

and bring the girl home to you.

Don't let him do this, sir.

They will start throwing stones at us, and then who will help us?

It’s better to take the girl from home and not expose her or us to danger.

So it will be, Croton.

Your money is your will!

The first disciple of Christ is a fisherman.

When we were grieving like this,

Mary Magdalene came running, shouting that she had seen the Lord.

Not recognizing him because of the strong radiance,

coming from him

she thought it was the gardener.

He said: "Mary!"

Then she exclaimed: “Rabbi!”

and fell at His feet.

He ordered her to go to the disciples.

But they, the students, did not believe her,

and when she cried with

great joy, some condemned her,

others thought she was mentally damaged.

For she said that she saw angels in the

grave, and they, running there a second time,

They saw that the grave was empty.

Then in the evening came Cleopas,

who went with others to Emmaus,

and soon returned, saying:

"Truly the Lord has risen."

And they started arguing, locking the door

out of fear of the Jews.

And then He stood between them.

And when they were afraid, he

said to them: “Peace be with you.”

And I saw Him, as

everyone saw Him,

and He was like light and bliss to our hearts,

for we believed that He had

risen, that the seas would dry up,

the mountains will turn to dust,

but His glory will never pass away.

Mister, there... near Urthus.

Let's get out of here, we haven't taken off our hoods.

Wait.

- People are looking at us. - Wait.

Let's follow them, see what house they enter, and tomorrow

you, sir, will place slaves at all entrances to the house

and you will take her.

No.

What do you want to do, sir?

Let's follow her into the house and take her away right away.

This Ligian seems terribly strong to me.

Tell that old goat to shut up, sir.

I'm not saying that we should steal the girl now,

among the crowd, because they could throw stones at us.

In the name of Jupiter, Apollo, Vesta, Cybele, Isis,

I conjure you, sir, of all the Gods of

the East and West, give up your intention.

- Listen to me. - I'll go in first.

Follow me.

This is Urs.

Kill him!

Mark. Mark!

- Move away! - Let me in!

Urs.

Dont kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Are you sure, Glaucus, that this head wound is not fatal?

I'm sure, Miriam.

As he fell, he covered himself with his hand and

broke it, but in this way saved his head and life.

You are reputed to be an experienced doctor, which is why I sent Ursus for you.

On the way, Urs confessed to me that just yesterday he was ready to kill me.

But before you, he admitted this to me, and I explained

to him that it was not you who was the traitor,

and the one who persuaded him to kill.

You didn't let me be killed.

May God restore your health.

Give me some more water.

He, in comparison with whom man is but

dust, commanded us to love our enemies.

We have treated your wounds, now think about whether

it is worthy for you to continue pursuing Lygia.

- Do you want to drive me away from here? - No.

We want to leave this house, where persecution may overtake us.

Don't be afraid of persecution, I will protect you.

Write to your servants, sir, to come

for you in the evening with a stretcher.

You will be more comfortable in your home than among our squalor.

Listen to me, Christians.

Your actions convinced me that you are honest people.

Let that person, the doctor, tell

me if I can be transferred now.

I'm not moving from here

unless they take me out by force.

No one will use violence against you.

Give me a break.

No one will ask about Croton,

he was supposed to leave for Benevento today.

Nobody saw us except one Greek.

Bring him to me, I will

order him to remain silent.

I will write home that I also went to Benevento.

If the Greek managed to inform the prefect,

then I will say that I killed Croton myself.

You can stay here quietly.

Then Glaucus will remain by your side and,

together with the widow, will look after you.

Listen, old man.

You are afraid that I will call my slaves

and did not order them to take Lygia away?

Yes.

I will talk to Chilo in your presence,

and in your presence I will write home,

and I will have no other messengers except you.

Think carefully.

And if Lygia does not stay here, then I

I will rip off the bandages and

will not take any food or drink,

and let my death fall on you.

For you and your brothers.

Crispus, let him stay with us,

and we will be with him,

until Christ heals him.

Let it be as you said.

Wake up!

Someone wants to see you on an urgent matter!

Say I'm not here.

Say I'm not there.

I don't know this kind man.

I said that you are here and that you are sleeping, sir.

But he wanted to wake you up.

You, you... are a fool, I will order you to be whipped.

Chilon Chilonides!

Peace to you! World! O best of Christians!

Yes, I am Chilonide. I am Chilo, but this is a mistake.

Oh Lord!

Why didn't you listen to my advice?

Shut up and listen!

Croton attacked me to kill and rob me. Understood?

I killed him, and these people bandaged my wounds.

He was a notorious scoundrel, sir!

If I didn't have the dagger, he would have killed me.

I bless the moment when I advised you to at least take a knife.

What did you do today?

- I made vows for your health. - And nothing else?

And I was just about to check on you when that

man came and said that you were calling me.

Here's the sign. You will come with her to my home.

It says that I went to Benevento.

Understand?

Left for Benevento.

He left, he left, sir, of course.

I said goodbye to you this morning at the Kapensky Gate, and

since your departure I have been overcome with such melancholy,

what if your generosity...

Fine.

Let me write it down to dry your tears.

Give me the lamp.

Don't you recognize me, Cephas?

It's not me. No... Not me, it's not me.

Glaucus!

Here is the man who sold and destroyed my wife.

It's not me, it's not like that. No.

And my children.

It was he who persuaded me to kill Glaucus.

Mister! Save me, stand up for me.

Letter, what about your letter?

Bury it in the garden, and someone else will carry the letters.

I conjure by our God!

I am a Christian, I am a Christian;

If you don't believe me, baptize me again.

Make me a slave, but don't kill me!

Have mercy! Do not kill me.

Do not kill me. I ask you to.

Dont kill.

This is what the Savior told us:

If your brother sinned against you -

tell him off

and if he repents, forgive him.

Chilon,

May God forgive you the harm done to

me as I forgive you in the name of Christ.

Go in peace!

Give me the letter. Give me the letter, sir.

Come on, I'll take it. I'll take it.

This is the day of your great victory.

Peace be with you.

Have you forgiven me too?

We cannot keep anger in our hearts.

In a dream I saw your soul.

Hey slave!

May God give you a good day, sir,

and good health, but we have no slaves.

I am a free man, I serve Kallina,

just as I served her mother.

-Where is Lygia? - Just left, sir.

She sat next to you all night.

Why didn't you change it?

That’s what she wanted, and my job is to obey.

If I had not listened to her, then

you, sir, would no longer be alive.

- Do you regret not killing me? - No.

Christ did not order killing.

And Croton?

It's your fault, sir.

Why did you attack the king's daughter?

Wait, I'll help you.

Drink.

My Divine.

I wanted to come to you the wrong way.

Return to Pomponia Graecina and be sure that

from now on no one will encroach on you.

I would really like to see her, at least from afar,

but I can't go back to her.

You know that the Emperor hates the Plautian family.

Yes, yes.

But maybe he would give it to me

and I would return you to Pomponia.

Do you want to see me again on the Palatine?

No.

I sound like a fool. No.

Do you know that you are happier than me?

You have your science, your Christ,

and I only have you.

And if I lost you,

then he would be like a beggar.

You’re talking to me now, sitting next to me, but

you’re probably only thinking about Him, right?

Think, think about me too

otherwise I

I'll hate him

because for me you are a deity.

I would like to pray to you, to worship you.

Because you don't know, you can't know that I love you.

For me, for me you are life.

My.

My only Lygia.

My only one.

Run, run, until the evil spirit entangles

you and leads you to your final fall.

God died on the cross for you, in order

to redeem your soul with his own blood,

and you chose to love the one who wanted to make you his concubine.

Who is he?

Servant or friend of Satan,

accomplice in debauchery

or a villain?

Help me, father.

I beg you,

Otherwise I don’t trust myself anymore

and I can’t overcome love in myself.

Do you really think, Crispus,

that Christ, who allowed Mary Magdalene to lie at His feet

and he who had forgiven the harlot would have turned away.

I have sinned against mercy

but I believed that, having allowed earthly

love into her heart, she had renounced Christ.

I denied Him three

times, yet He forgave me.

Until the eyes of the one you

love open to the light of truth,

Until then, avoid him, so that

he does not lead you into sin,

but know that there is no guilt in your love.

I don't even know where she found refuge.

She disappeared from here when you weren't here.

Crisp,

Crispus is hiding her from me again,

he doesn't trust me.

No, sir, Lygia decided to do this herself,

and Apostle Peter even condemned Crispus for

that he reproached Lygia for loving you.

Did she tell the apostle that she loved me?

Yeah.

The hand is already healthy

just don’t bother her, sir.

You have seduced my Chrysothemis.

I should be doubly grateful to you.

You did not accept Eunice and delivered me from Chrysothemis.

Think what your gloomy Christians stand next to this.

I once liked the smell of verbena,

now I love violets.

Order us to prepare head wreaths and wine.

No, no, my dear, Lygia is not Eunice.

Love has changed your sense of smell,

I have a soul in me.

Let Hades consume your Christians.

They filled you with anxiety and destroyed the meaning of life.

May hell consume them.

You are mistaken in thinking that their teaching is beneficial.

Beneficial are love, beauty and power.

They call it vanity.

You are mistaken in considering them fair.

After all, if we pay for evil with

good, then how will we pay for good?

According to their teaching - in the future life, which is imperishable.

We will see, if you can see something without eyes.

- Do you intend to kidnap Lygia? - No.

I cannot repay her with evil for her good.

Do you intend to accept the teachings of Christ?

I want,

but my nature won’t stand it.

Can you forget about Lygia?

No.

The trip to Egypt must be postponed.

And dominion over it and over the East,

according to prophecy, will not leave me.

Someday in Egypt we will build such monuments,

in comparison with which the pyramids will seem like children's toys.

I will order the sculpture of a Sphinx seven times larger

than the one that looks out onto the desert near Memphis,

and I’ll order him to make mine.

You have already erected a monument to yourself with your poems,

greater than the pyramid of Cheops.

But I love, Emperor, when you dream of Egypt,

and it saddens me that you have postponed your plans for the trip.

I had to. That's what the Gods want.

When we were in the Temple of Vesta, she

herself said in my ear: “Postpone your trip.”

Why do people fear Vesta more than other Gods?

I remember myself that fear gripped me.

I would have collapsed to the ground if someone had not supported me.

- Who supported me? - I.

And you. Thank you.

How is that girl doing?

too narrow in the hips?

I bet he forgot!

Boredom is tormenting me! Terrible boredom.

By the will of the Goddess I stayed in Rome, but I can’t stand it.

I'll go to Antium.

I am suffocating in these cramped

streets, among these vile alleys.

Oh, if an earthquake destroyed Rome,

or at least some angry God

razed it to the ground, then I

could build it even more magnificent.

You said, Emperor:

What if some angry God razed it to the ground?

- Yes! And what? - Aren’t you God?

Tigellinus, Vatinius, Sextius, Aquilius and so on.

What a bunch of louts and scoundrels!

And they rule the world. No. I won't go.

I did not create these times and I am not responsible for them.

But I have to think for you, so I advise you to go.

Otherwise, you will destroy both yourself and Lygia.

I have to see her!

- Do you know where she is? - Don't know.

Even though she is a Christian,

but she may turn out to be more prudent

than you and will not want your death.

May the Gods grant you immortality and may

they share with you power over the world!

Why did you come?

I know where the divine Lygia lives.

Where is she?

Wu Lin, the high priest of the Christians.

Urs works at night.

There are only two women in the house.

How did you know that?

I was in the hands of the Christians, and they spared me.

Therefore, do not be surprised,

sir, that gratitude filled my heart.

That's why I was interested in them.

First of all, I thought about you.

It depends only on you whether this magnanimous

princess will end up in your house this very night.

But if this happens, will you reward me, sir?

I will not do what you advise me, but

you will not leave here without a reward.

- Three hundred rods! - For what?

Oh, Persian king, for what?

Colossus of Mercy! I served you.

- Is this your gratitude? - Like yours for Christians.

Three hundred rods!

Fifty, fifty.

No, not three hundred, not three hundred.

No, fifty. One hundred.

No, not three hundred. One hundred. Have mercy!

For Christ's sake!

Sir, this old man has fainted.

Bring it to me!

Know that I have forgiven you for the sake

of that Christ to whom I myself owe my life.

I will serve, sir.

Both for Him and for you.

I greet you in the name of Christ whom you honor.

May His name be glorious forever!

Listen to me, Peter, and you, Paul.

I know that Lygia is here.

I could surround this house and take her,

however, I won't do that.

For this, may the blessing of our Lord be upon you.

I came to you because you replaced her father and mother;

give her to me as a wife;

I swear,

that I will not forbid her to honor Christ.

She is dearer to me than the apple of my own eyes;

I am not an enemy either to you or to Christ.

When I think of Lygia

that she is pure as snow,

then I love her even more

and when I think that she is like this, thanks

to your teaching, then I love this teaching too,

although I don't understand it.

See, I'm sincere.

Greece created wisdom and beauty,

Rome is mighty

what are you talking about?

We bring love.

He who knocks will be opened.

And the mercy of the Lord is

upon you, therefore I bless you,

your soul and your love.

Lygia, do you love him?

I love.

Love each other,

for there is no sin in your love.

I didn't run away from you.

So why did you do this?

You know.

Tell Ursa to go to Aulus’s house, pick up

your children’s toys and bring them to me.

In my region, custom dictates otherwise.

But in Rome they are brought in

for the bride, but you do it for me.

I will take them to my home

and they will remind me of you,

until that moment comes,

when you sit by my hearth.

Peas with olive oil did not help, a

scarf on a thick neck did not help,

and Copperbeard is hoarse.

Curses Rome and its air.

And so we are leaving for Antium.

Do you know why this monkey became hoarse?

Yesterday I danced the story of Leda for

us, after which I sweated and caught a cold.

Nobody will call again. People burned out.

At least the houses will be on fire.

And sheaves of sparks fly among the ashes.

Who can call? Are the corpses of those

who lived here bloody? It's a whole city

turned into nothing, but the walls are still

tormented by greedy fire. Your beauty, Troy,

lost in grief until death and the end; All you

can hear are footsteps, screams and silence.

Now Troy is a huge torch,

sacrificial fire and ashes.

Poems fit for burning.

What do you find wrong with them?

Do you want the truth? So I'll tell you - they are good for Virgil,

good for Ovid, even for Homer, but not for you.

This fire you describe

doesn't burn enough.

Your fire doesn't burn enough.

Don't listen to their flattering praises.

Do you know why?

You can create a work that the world has never heard of before,

so I repeat to your face - write better!

The gods gave me some talent

but, in addition, they gave much more -

a true expert and friend,

who alone knows how to speak the truth face to face.

- I'll throw them away! - No! No!

Even so trashy, they belong to humanity.

Let me, then, send them back

to you in a case of my choice.

My fire of Troy doesn't burn enough.

You opened my eyes.

Do you know why this happens, as you say?

When a sculptor wants to create a

figure of God, he looks for a model.

I have never seen a burning city.

My description lacks truth.

Just give the order, Emperor, and I will burn Antium

or, if you don’t mind, all these villas and palaces.

I will build you a wooden city,

which you yourself will set on fire.

Wooden sheds?

You are completely stupid, Tigellinus!

Apparently you don’t really appreciate my talent and my Troika.

What a stink it must be in this Rome right now.

Will you get into trouble for leaving

Antium without the Emperor's knowledge?

No, Nero warned that he would be

composing new songs for two days.

And I couldn't stand it without you anymore.

I knew you would come.

These are lions roaring in cages.

I look away and look at your shadow,

That I learned so much grace from you.

She, like you, is light, born as if from foam.

Wherever you step, there are flowers and moths.

No,

I need to move.

Petronius, Vinicius,

my soul is anxious and sad,

although I feel that with what I sang

to you as a test, I can speak publicly.

You can perform here, in Rome, and in Achaia.

When I play and sing, music reveals to me delights that

I most often cannot name or understand with my mind.

I just feel them.

And I will tell you that I, the Emperor and God,

Then I feel like a small grain of sand.

I need to know you as intimately as I do.

There are whispers in the Senate that Diodorus

and Terpnos play the cithara better than me.

Tell me honestly. Do they play better than me?

Your touch on the strings is

gentler, you feel like an artist,

and among them are skilled artisans.

If so, let them live!

They will never guess what service you provided them at that moment.

You see, I'm an artist in every way.

I can't live an ordinary life.

I know people say I'm crazy.

But I'm just looking!

And if I go crazy, it’s because I’m bored and impatient that I can’t find it.

Understand? I'm searching, searching, searching.

Do you know that this is why I condemned my mother and wife to death?

I wanted to make the greatest sacrifice a man can make;

I thought some doors would open,

behind which I will see something great and terrible,

inaccessible to human imagination.

But this sacrifice was not enough.

To open the empirical doors, it seems, more is

required, and may what the prophecies say come true!

What are you going to do?

You know, there are two Nero. One is as people know him,

and the other is an artist whom only you know.

It is hard for a person to bear the burden of the highest power and the greatest talent.

I sympathize with you, Emperor, with all my

heart and with me Vinicius, who idolizes you.

Oh, he was always pleasant to me too,

although he serves Mars, not the muses.

He's in love.

Allow him, sir, to go to Rome,

otherwise he will wither away here with me.

The Lygian hostage you gave him has been found.

And he fell in love with her virtue.

Now he wants to marry her, sighs, and sighs.

She is a beautiful girl, but too narrow in the hips.

Do you love her as Petronius says?

I love.

Then I will tell you to go to Rome tomorrow, marry

her and not appear here without your wedding ring.

Thank you, sir.

How nice it is to make people happy.

I would like to do nothing else for the rest of my life.

Sorry, divine Emperor! Rome is on fire!

- Most of the city is on fire! - Gods!

Finally, I will see the burning city and finish my poems about it.

Your Troika.

If I leave immediately, will I have time to see the fire?

Lord, there is a sea of ​​flames over the city, the smoke chokes the

inhabitants, some fall unconscious, others, maddened, rush into the fire.

Rome is perishing, sir!

Woe to me, unfortunate one!

Woe to you, holy city of Triam!

Change your horse!

What part of the city is on fire?

The fire, sir, started in the shops near the Circus Maximus.

When we were sent, the city center was on fire.

And beyond the Tiber?

The flames have not reached there yet, but are spreading to new areas.

People die from fire and smoke.

Lygia!

Lygia!

Where is Lygia?

Ursus with the daughter of Jupiter in Ostrian.

Peace be with you, Persian king!

Your house, sir, probably burned down, because the Karins were

engulfed in fire, but you will always be rich, like Midas.

Now put this on. What a misfortune!

Christians predicted that fire would destroy this city.

Have you seen Lygia?

I saw it, sir!

Thanks be to Christ and all the Gods that I can

repay you with good news for your good deeds.

But I will repay you, Osiris.

I swear by this burning Rome!

Homeless ruler of a homeless people, where

will I rest my unfortunate head at night?

Nobody will call again. People burned out.

Even though the houses will burn with a bang,

and sheaves of sparks fly among the ashes.

Who can call?

Are the corpses bloody?

those who lived here?

Now Troy -

huge torch,

sacrificial fire and ashes.

Down with! Down with the tyrant!

Down with!

This is how the Quirites value me and my poetry.

Order, sir, the praetorians to strike them.

Can I count on the loyalty of the soldiers?

Yes, divine!

Based on their loyalty - yes. But not by their number.

Stay here for now, where it's safer.

And these people need to be calmed down.

What a day!

On one side there is a fire, and on the other there is a raging sea of ​​​​people.

Sovereign, make a speech to the people

and promise him something.

Should the Emperor speak to the people?

Let someone do this on my behalf.

Who will take it?

I!

You are my most faithful friend in any trouble.

Go and don't regret your promises.

Petronius! Petronius!

Arbiter of grace! Petronius!

Keep quiet! Keep quiet!

Let him speak! Speak!

Citizens!

Let those who hear me

will repeat my words to those standing further.

Just behave like people, not like animals.

The city will be rebuilt.

Gardens of Lucullus, Maecenas,

Caesar and Agrippina

will be open for you!

Tomorrow the distribution of bread, wine and oil will

begin so that everyone can fill their bellies to the full!

Then the Emperor will arrange games for you,

which have never existed in the world,

during which refreshments and gifts will be given out.

And you will be richer than you were before the fire!

Meal'n'Real!

- Peace be with you, father! - And with you, Urs!

Blessed be the name of the

Lord for the joy you bring to Callina.

You're the first.

Mark,

It's good that you're alive.

Now I will never leave you again.

I will save you all.

We will go to Antium, there we

will board a ship and sail to Sicily.

My lands are your lands,

my houses are your houses.

Believe me.

Your hearth is my hearth.

People near the circus are killing each other.

Slaves and gladiators attacked citizens.

The cup overflowed

and troubles will be like endless seas.

Take the one that God

intended for you and save her,

and Urs,

and let Ursus ride with you.

We won't go without you, father.

You won't stay here to die.

And the Lord will bless you for your desire.

But if you, whom no one entrusted to take care of me,

You say that you will not leave me here to perish, how

do you want me to leave my flock in the days of disaster.

Excuse me.

I said what my mind told me

but your mind is different,

he is not concerned about his own safety.

I didn't understand this and I was wrong.

But now I have loved Christ, I

want to be His servant and I swear

that I will not leave you in the days of trouble.

I will never leave.

Never.

So you have received your sight,

and the thorn has fallen from your eyes.

I baptize you in the name of the

Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

You are our brother.

An ungrateful and insatiable people.

They have plenty of grain and

coals on which they can bake cakes.

- What else do they want? - To sweep.

Hearts demand revenge

and revenge requires sacrifice.

Hand me the signs, I have to write this down.

So!

Revenge wants victims!

What if a rumor spreads that it was

Afer who ordered the city to be burned?

and sacrifice him to the people's anger?

Divine! Who am I?

This is true.

We need someone bigger than you.

Vitellia?

But as?

My fat could start the fire again.

You burned Rome.

I burned Rome

by your order.

Tigellinus, do you love me?

You know, do not you.

Sacrifice yourself for me.

Divine Emperor,

Rome is seething, do you want

the Praetorians to rebel too?

Divine Poppaea wishes to see Tigellinus,

for she has people whom the

prefect must listen to at once.

I warmed the snake on my chest. Speak, advise!

I trust you alone, because you have more intelligence than all of them.

I advice.

I advise you to go to Achaia.

I expected something more.

Petronius, if I went to the Campus Martius

and sang to the people, do you think I would have shocked with my singing?

Without a doubt, Emperor, if you were allowed to begin.

Oh, let's go to Achaia.

Listen to Tigellinus, sir.

It was not you who ordered me to burn Rome,

and it was not I who burned it.

The people want revenge

and sacrifice, let them get it.

But not just one, but hundreds, thousands of victims.

Do you know who Christians are?

I told you about their crimes.

About their predictions that fire will bring the end of the world.

The people suspect you, so let their

suspicions turn in the other direction.

Oh Zeus

Apollo,

Athena,

Persephone!

What did this unfortunate city do to these

monsters that they burned it so inhumanely?

They are the enemies of you and the entire human race.

Be fair.

Punish the arsonists. Punish them.

Be, be fair.

What punishment and what

torment do such atrocities deserve?

So you have found a victim!

Fine!

You have power, you have praetorians, you have strength.

Hand over the Christians to the people to whatever torment you please,

but have the courage to tell yourself that they did not burn Rome!

I swear by the divine Clio!

Since the creation of the world, no one has dared to do this.

Have courage, Emperor!

Otherwise, the coming centuries will say: “Nero burned Rome,

but, like a cowardly Emperor and a cowardly poet,

renounced the great deed out of fear

and laid the blame on the innocent!”

Let me go, sir,

I cannot listen to how they call you a cowardly

poet, a cowardly Emperor, an arsonist and a comedian.

Tigellinus, I call you a comedian

because you are one now.

Because I don't want to listen to it?

'Cause you're acting out your love for the Emperor

a minute ago I frightened him with the Praetorians.

Sir, how can you allow such a thought

appeared in someone's head, and even more so,

so that someone would dare to say it out loud in front of you?

Punish him, sir.

Is this how you pay me for my friendship with you?

Sovereign,

I tell you what my love for you tells me to do.

Punish him, sir.

Do you want me to punish him? But this is my friend

and although he hurt my heart, let him know

that in this heart there is only forgiveness for friends.

-Have you seen Lygia today? - I was with her.

Don't waste time.

Today the Emperor decided to blame

Christians for the burning of Rome.

Take Lygia and immediately run beyond the Alps or to Africa.

- Hurry up. - I'm coming.

Take the purse of gold, weapons and your Christians.

If anything happens, if necessary, fight them off.

- Vinicius? - Yes, sir.

So, maybe Petronius?

I am amazed at your insight, sir!

Oh yes, maybe. It may very well be.

Now I understand why he defended Christians so much.

Petronius is a Christian!

Petronius is the enemy of life and pleasure!

Don't be stupid and don't dream that I will believe

it, because I am ready not to believe in anything.

But the noble Vinicius became a Christian, sir.

Pomponia is also a Christian,

and little Aulus the Christian, and Lygia, and Vinicius.

Sir, avenge my insults, and I will

hand over the Apostle Peter to you,

and Linus, and Glaucus, and Crispus;

I will show you hundreds, thousands of them, I

will point out houses of worship and cemeteries,

I'll point out everything.

Sovereign! Avenge our child!

Hurry! Hurry!

Otherwise Vinicius will hide Lygia.

You will receive ten people, go immediately.

Oh, lord, you have not seen Croton in the hands of Urthus.

If you give me fifty, I will only show

you from afar the house in which they hid.

What if one could also deal with Petronius with one blow?

No! Not now! People won't believe it.

Now other victims are needed

and this turn will come later.

Go.

I'll give everyone away! Everyone. I'll give everyone away!

I'll give everyone away!

Lviv! Lviv on Christians!

Lviv on Christians!

Greetings, arbiter of grace!

Are you still saying that it wasn't Christians who burned Rome?

You know as well as I what to think about this.

I don't even dare equal your wisdom.

Petronius, sir.

Why didn’t Vinicius come?

Your invitation, divine one, did not find him at home.

Tell him that I will be glad to

see him, and tell him on my behalf,

so that he does not miss the games

in which Christians will compete.

Has the noble Vinicius returned?

Yes, sir, a minute ago.

Where is she?

In the Mamertine prison.

No, not in the dungeon.

I bribed the guard to give her my room.

Ursus guards her.

Why didn't he protect her?

Fifty praetorians were sent.

What are you going to do?

Save her

or die with her.

How do you want to save her?

I bribed the guards, and you are the Emperor's friend.

Bring two dark cloaks and two swords.

We'll go to jail.

There you will give the guards one hundred thousand sesterces. Give

twice as much, if only they would want to release Lygia right away.

Otherwise it will be too late.

My life hangs by a thread, I will achieve nothing from the Emperor.

For every request I make, he will do the opposite out of spite.

Lygia is haunted by the wrath of Poppaea.

I suspect she's been spied on for a long time.

Lviv on Christians!

Mirmillon, listen to good advice and go your way.

Scream with me or I'll break your neck.

Lviv on Christians!

Buddy, you smell like wine and you're bothering me.

The Emperor told me today:

“Tell Vinicius to be at the games

in which Christians will compete.”

He wants to make a spectacle of your suffering.

Maybe that's why they haven't thrown you and me into prison yet.

Lviv on Christians! Lviv on Christians!

What is this, Niger?

- Were you ordered to guard the prison? - Yes, noble Petronius.

The prefect fears that they will try to repel the arsonists.

Do you have orders not to let anyone in?

- No one, sir. - Thank you, Niger.

I saw on Calvary

how God was nailed to the cross.

I saw how they set up the cross upright so that

the crowds could watch the death of the Son of Man.

I saw how His side was

opened and how He died.

Now I bless you, my children,

to torment, to death,

for eternity!

I know.

The one you loved was taken from you.

Father!

I am a pathetic worm, but you knew Christ.

Stand up for her.

You heard what I told those who doubted that

God himself went through the agony of the cross.

I know, but you see, father,

if blood is needed, let Him double

or triple the flour intended for it.

I can hold out, but let him save her.

He will listen to you!

I saw you before, sir, but I couldn’t come closer.

Guards and Ursus guard her.

Are you a praetorian?

Until I'm there.

I cannot let you in, Vinicius, but if you

write a letter, I will give it to the guards.

Thank you.

Make way for Chilo! Clear the road.

Stop!

Hello, Chilon!

Greetings, young man.

But do not detain me, because I am in a

hurry to see my friend, the noble Tigellinus.

Was it you who betrayed Lygia?

And you ordered me to be whipped.

I offended you!

If you, my friend, have a request for

me, come to my house on Esquelina,

where I receive guests and clients.

- I'm not late? - No!

We asked, sir, about a girl named Lygia.

But no one gave us an answer. They probably don't trust us.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done as it is in heaven and on earth.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our debts, just as we do.

Long live the Emperor!

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name,

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done.

Long live the Emperor!

Long live the Emperor!

Lygia!

Mister,

they remained in prison.

I saw her sick, Urs was with her.

Who are you?

In my hut the apostle baptized you, sir.

And then I took you to where the

apostle preached in the catacombs.

- Do you remember? - I remember.

Peace to you!

Thank you and peace to you!

She remained in prison.

Do you know what came to my mind?

Smile, we are being watched.

Blessed are you, Lord,

Lord, God of our fathers.

Glorified and exalted forever.

Blessed be Your name,

full of glory and holiness,

illustrious and exalted

forever.

Blessed be the temple of Thy holy glory.

Blessed are You on the throne of Your Kingdom.

Well, Greek!

You can't stand the sight of torn human skin, right?

My father wasn't a shoemaker, so I don't know how to patch it.

But you were only wrong about one thing.

The gods made you a robber,

and you became a demon.

You can't stand it.

I can handle it.

I can handle it.

Ursus sent me to you, sir, to tell you that

Lygia is repeating your name in a fever.

How can you go through the prison?

I hired myself to carry out the dead.

How many corpses do we have today?

About a dozen, but there will be more before morning.

Thank God it's you!

Have you come to save her?

Tell me a way.

I thought you knew him, sir.

How did you get here?

I bribed the caretaker.

I have tessera

I swear by the torment of the Savior,

Lygia will take my tessera, wrap

a rag around her head and leave.

Among the gravediggers there are several young slaves.

The Praetorians do not recognize her, and when

she gets to Petronius's house, he will save her.

She may not agree to this because she loves you.

But he cannot count on his own strength.

Quiet. Quiet.

I knew you would come.

Lygia.

I'm sick, Mark.

In the arena or here

in prison, I could die.

No, no, Lygia! No! No, you won't die, you won't die.

The Apostle commanded to believe. Christ will save you.

Will save you.

I didn't live long

but God gave me your

soul, and remember,

that you will come there too.

Swear to me this, Mark.

Lygia.

I swear.

I swear to you.

Quiet.

I'm your wife.

Matricide! Woe to you!

Woe to you, murderer of your wife and brother.

Woe to you, Satan!

Woe to you!

You will die in horror, murderer.

Woe to you.

Your cup is overflowing.

Woe to you, living corpse,

your hour is near,

and you will be damned forever!

Peace to the martyrs!

Sir, sir, let's go to Achaia.

There the glory of Apollo awaits you, wreaths and

triumphs await you, there are people who idolize you.

But here there is only fear.

What are you afraid of, you rotten stump?

Are you afraid of Christians or their Gods?

Listen, sir, to this old man.

There really is something unusual about these Christians.

Their deity grants them an easy death, but it can be vengeful.

It’s not me who organizes the games, it’s Tigellinus.

Yes I.

And I don’t care about all the Christian Gods.

This is good, but from now on, order

the tongues of Christians to be cut out

or gag your mouth.

The fire will shut them down.

Woe is me!

Look at the appearance of this descendant of Achilles.

Do whatever you want with me, but I

won’t go to games anymore, I won’t go.

I told you. You won't be able to stand it.

I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty. Drink.

I want to get drunk! Drink, drink.

Make sure this worm is near me in the gardens.

Glaucus!

Glaucus!

In the name of Christ!

Sorry!

I forgive you!

Glaucus!

People!

People!

Romans!

I swear by my death,

innocents are dying here,

and the arsonist of Rome - here he is!

Nero is an arsonist! Arsonist!

Death to the arsonists! Down with the tyrant!

Nero is an arsonist!

Arsonist of Rome!

Who are you?

Apostle Paul from Tarsus.

I'm damned! What do you want?

I want to save you.

There is no salvation for me!

Have you heard that Christ forgave the repentant thief on the cross?

I have no forgiveness!

God,

look at this unfortunate man,

at his pain, tears and torment!

Merciful God, for the sake of Your torment,

for the sake of Your death and resurrection

let him off the hook!

Chilon!

I baptize you in the name

of the Father and the Son,

and the Holy Spirit!

Christ!

Christ!

Do you know that you committed

the crime of lese majeste?

Death awaits you.

But if tomorrow morning

in the amphitheater you will

announce that you were drunk and mad,

and that it was Christians who set fire to

the city, then your punishment will be limited

flogging and banishment.

I can't, sir.

How can you not, how can you

not, you were drunk, after all?!

I can't, sir.

You have seen Christians die.

Do you want to die the same way?

I believe in Christ.

You really are crazy.

And now you will renounce everything!

I can not!

Can!

Can!

Well, will you renounce, Greek dog?

I can not!

Cut out his tongue!

It seems to me that I have not yet lived

and that I will be born again in Greece.

You will be born for new glory and immortality.

The ships in Neapolis are waiting.

I would like to go tomorrow.

Allow me, O Divine One, to first arrange a wedding feast,

to which I first of all want to invite you.

Wedding feast? Whose?

Vinicia with Lygia, your hostage.

You yourself deigned to allow Vinicius to marry

her, and your sentences, like the sentences of Zeus,

immutable. Therefore, order her to be released from prison now.

Yes I know.

I thought about her and about that giant who strangled Croton.

In this case, both of them are saved.

Only she is in prison by the will of the Emperor, and

his sentences, as you yourself said, are immutable.

She is in prison because of your ignorance of the law of nations,

against the wishes of the Emperor.

You, Tigellinus, are a naive man, but you won’t even claim

that she set fire to Rome, because even if you said so,

The Emperor wouldn't believe you.

Petronius is right.

Petronius is right.

Tomorrow the prison gates will be opened for her,

and we will talk about the wedding feast in the amphitheater.

You are sick, tell

them to take you home.

Look!

Look!

Don’t give in, don’t give in, divine

one, we still have Praetorians.

You must take her to Sicily.

My ship is waiting in Neapolis.

Nothing threatens you from the Emperor's side,

but Tigellinus is ready to use poison even

out of hatred, if not for you, then for me.

Christ saved her.

So you're almost his.

The gods do not like to repeat themselves.

When she recovers, I will take her to Pomponia Grecina.

That's right, get out of here and take her away now.

Where I am?

In the house of Petronius.

I was on the Palatine. Nero is furious.

He ordered the immediate imprisonment of Peter and Paul of Tarsus.

Death awaits them. The praetorians have already been expelled.

You must warn the apostles!

Stay with her.

Your death is predetermined, sir.

The emperor succumbed to the persuasion of Tigellinus.

In a few days, a messenger will deliver your death warrant.

Tell your master that I thank

him with all my heart for this news.

Evnika.

Evnika,

do you know that you have

not been a slave for a long time?

Slave, master, forever.

But you don't know that this villa and everything in it is

and these slaves, and these fields, and herds now belong to you.

Why are you telling me this, sir?

Evnika, I want to die in peace.

I'm listening to you, sir.

Vinicius and Lygia reached Sicily.

I wrote them an answer that I couldn’t

come to them, and let Sicily turn into them

to the garden of the Hesparides,

and let white doves nest in

the columns of their house.

My friends, forgive me.

This is the cup from which I poured out a libation

in honor of the Lady of Cyprus.

Let no one's lips touch her from now on.

Old age, impotence -

these are sad companions of the last years of life.

You don't have to wait for them and leave before they come.

Mister.

What do you want to do?

I want to have fun, listen to

music, drink wine, and then I want

fall asleep.

Mister,

did you really think that I would leave you?

I have already said goodbye to Nero;

listen to what I wrote to him goodbye.

I know, sir, that your heart

yearns for me day and night.

But there are things that

I cannot bear any longer.

It's not disgusting to me

that you killed your mother, and your wife, and your brother,

and that you burned Rome and

sent the most decent people to Erebus

in this state.

I'm sending you one last piece of advice -

kill, but don't sing,

poison, but don't dance,

set it on fire, but don't play the cithara.

This is what your

Arbiter of Grace.

No one should boast

that they heard this letter.

Have fun.

Friends,

admit it

admit that you

are dying with us...

No, he was also on the list.

Must be crucified on the cross.

Order the destruction of the rebellious legions.

Order Galbus to be escorted here on a rope.

Execute here! Burn all the Gauls.

Set this damn city on fire for the second time.

Nothing will help, divine.

Here in Rome, the legions had

already proclaimed Galba Emperor.

It is not true.

It's just that you're all against me.

The Senate must decide.

He must listen to me.

And if I had addressed them in mourning dress,

would the Senate really have resisted my tears?

The Senate has sentenced you.

You must be executed

according to ancient custom.

What custom is this?

They'll clamp your neck with a

pitchfork and beat you to death,

and the body will be thrown into the Tiber.

You must run, sir. Only this can save you.

You don't have much time, sir.

I have a villa outside the city, between Solyanaya

and Nomenanskaya roads, we will hide you there.

Run, sir!

Galba!

Galba!

Long live Galba!

Follow me, sir.

They saw us.

They already know where you are, sir. There's nowhere for you to run.

Don't let me get wet.

Sooner or later they will find us and beat us to death.

This is unworthy of the divine Emperor.

Unworthy. Dig your grave here.

My mother, wife and father tell me to die.

Dig. Here.

What kind of artist dies, what kind!

No, no, it's not time yet, it's not time.

No no.

No, not now. It's not time yet.

Don't let yourself be humiliated, sir.

It's not time yet, it's not time.

Don't let yourself be humiliated.

It's up to you, sir. Hurry up.

I'm as happy as I've ever been in my life.

I thought that love was

just fire in the blood and lust,

and only now do I see that it is possible to

love and at the same time feel such peace.

No, Lygia,

It is I who bow to you.

I love you, Mark.

Rabbi, we beg you, leave Rome.

You must keep the truth alive

so that she doesn't die with you.

Father, Nazarius will see you out of the city before dawn.

Do it in the name of Christ.

If you die, you will only

increase the triumph of the beast.

May the name of the Lord be

glorified, and may His will be done.

Do you see this radiance

that is approaching us?

I don't see anything, Rabbi.

Rabbi, what's wrong with you?

Christ!

Christ!

Quо vadis, Domine?

Since you are leaving my people,

I am going to Rome to

be crucified a second time.

Where are you coming, Lord? Where are we going?

We return to Rome.