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Three more gone this morning.

Outcasts and idiots.

They all get restless.
With the fighting done,

they want to be home with money in their pockets,
not sitting in this dismal cold and wet.

None of the good men have run.
Nor will they.

Nor will they follow you to Rome.

Not yet.

Time is running out.

We cannot wait here forever.

This is a very precarious position.

What happens in January when your term
runs out and we're still sitting here?

The business of motivating men
to fight is a tricky matter.

I would not expect a slave
to understand the subtleties.

I trust an education in these
subtleties will begin shortly.

500,000? What's this?

I put Mark Antony up for election as People's Tribune.
A lot of votes needed buying.

Mark Antony for People's Tribune?
But he is...

You may speak.

I had understood the Tribune
to be a sacred office

with the power of veto over the Senate.

- So it is.
- An office of great dignity and seriousness.

Perhaps you're right.

We shall send Strabo along to make
sure Antony behaves himself.

- How far now?
- Three hours at pace.

Here I come, girls.

I'm going to drink wine, smoke
and fuck every whore in the city.

- Show dignity. You're under the standard.
- Well, talk to him.

He's not under the standard.

Three hours from a wife he hasn't
seen in years. He's terrified.

Surely a reunion is a happy event.

- Talk of something else.
- What if she's lost her teeth?

What if she's got skinny or been letting
other men between her legs?

Silence!

We're all with you, Mark Antony!
Hail, Mark Antony, our protector!

Hail, Mark Antony!

- They love him?
- No matter. We are all men of substance.

Let them have the love
of the plebs and the proles.

This won't take long, will it?

We can hope, Dominus.

- Vorenus, you may dismiss the men.
- Sir.

And then you may dismiss
yourself until I send for you.

Have some fun.
But first, take the boy back to Atia.

Get your reward, eh?

Boy, tell your lovely mother
I will see her later.

Let's get this over with.

You, leave this house this moment.

I will not. Octavia is my rightful wife.

- You defy Caesar?
- A fig for Caesar!

If I were not a genteel woman,

I would have you flayed and hung
from a bracket at the door!

- Castor?
- Domina?

Fetch the dogs!

Insolent wretch! I tell you, my honey,
you are well rid of that one.

I hate you. I hate you!

Silly girl.

I'm only doing my best for her.
Why can't she see that?

- She is young.
- Master Octavian!

Baby boy!

My poor rabbit!

So thin. Was it very horrible?
Of course it was.

I can't even imagine.
We shan't talk about it.

We should just put it totally out of our minds.
You're back safe at home now.

But who are those?

You are to be very good to them, Mother.
They are particular friends of mine.

Friends? In what particular?

These are the men that
took me from captivity.

First Spear Centurion Lucius Vorenus.

And Legionary Titus Pullo.

So, we embrace you.

Good fearsome specimens you are.

I wonder it took you so long
to subdue those odious Gauls.

There was a great many of them, ma'am.

- Great many... Very good.
- We'll be away then, sir.

But you must be rewarded before you go.
Bring me my purse.

- That won't be necessary.
- Will it not?

- They shall stay and eat.
- There's bread and meat in the kitchen.

I mean, they shall eat with us.

Obliged, sir, but I must go to my wife.

Your wife has waited eight years.
She can wait a little longer.

Caesar has given them honorary horses
and they ride with the standard.

It's perfectly acceptable
to eat with them.

Splendid idea.

It's symbolic.
We shall all dine together as equals.

- What's that?
- It's just your sister.

- Is she all right?
- Women's troubles.

Nothing a good leeching won't cure.

Jupiter Fulgor, we ask you
to guide and protect this man,

Marcus Antonius,
newly elected Tribune of plebs,

champion of the people.

How many dead altogether?

I don't know. I lost count ages ago.

- Lots, though.
- And you, Lucius?

309 fighting men.

- I don't keep count on civilians.
- You're very exact.

The war temple requires an exact
number when you make an offering.

That's a lot of wine and goats.

The priests offer a discount
when you pass 100.

Priests! Crooks, many of them.

I just talk direct to whatever God I'm doing
business with. Bugger the priests!

Too few people can be bothered to do
things the proper, all-Roman way.

- I commend you, Lucius.
- Vorenus is a strict Catonian.

I believe in the divinity of the Republic.

If Cato believes the same,
then I suppose I am a Catonian.

But Cato represents
the rights of the nobility.

Surely a plebeian like yourself would
like to see some changes made.

It should remain as it was at the founding
of the Republic. Why should that change?

Because the Roman people are suffering.
Slaves have taken all the work.

Nobles have taken all the land

and the streets are full
of the homeless and the starving.

I had no idea my son
was such a firebrand.

The nobles say Caesar is a war criminal

and wishes to march on Rome
and make himself king.

That is sacrilege.
No man of honor would follow him.

Well, I'm no man of honor, then.
I say that Caesar should ride in here

with elephants and squash Pompey and
Cato and anybody else that wants it.

Never mind the law. That's what I say.

Because you govern your reason
no better than you govern your tongue.

Forgive me, it's my fault
for mixing politics and wine.

More tench?

- A dormouse perhaps?
- Thank you, I won't.

Don't mind my saying it but you
two make unlikely friends.

We are not friends.
I am his superior officer.

- By virtue of rank, if nothing else.
- That is enough from you!

Please forgive our vulgar ways.
We are not fit for your presence.

Not at all. I've enjoyed your company
immensely. It's been most refreshing.

With your permission, we shall... leave you.

Do come and visit us again.
Octavian needs reliable friends.

- He may depend on you, I trust.
- As you say, madam.

- Say again?
- I did not speak.

I go this way. My home is behind
the street of the cloth dyers...

Go with fortune, sir.

The cleaner brothels are in the Subura,
next to the Venereal Temple.

Niobe.

You're alive.

What child is that?

Answer me.

What child is that?

- He's your grandson.
- Speak sense, whore.

Wait, now.

Your grandson, the son of your daughter.

- My daughter is only...
- She's 13, near 14.

- A son by who?
- Crito, a drover's boy.

His name is Lucius.

Niobe, stop.

I order you to stop!

Your father's home.

Girls, this is your father.

Daughters, I'm pleased to find
you healthy and good-looking.

A benefice you favor your mother now
you see how ugly your father is.

Come.

She's not simple, is she?

Greet your father properly
as you've been taught to do.

Your pay stopped coming a year ago.

The paymaster said you must be dead.
They said they don't make mistakes.

Damned fools. I'll have it seen to.

A bit of a surprise to see me, then?

A bit surprised to be called whore.

That was... wrong.

I am sorry for it.

- A whore in front of everybody.
- I said sorry.

- Is it as you like it?
- Less salt next time.

So, how did you manage for money?

My sister Lyde and her
husband helped us out.

Well, you won't need their help any more.

The big phallus is of a Suevi
I killed in the Rhinelands,

a very strong and fierce people.

Nice.

My official spoils I've put into slaves.
They're at the market.

I should clear 10,000 denarii.

That's good news.

Come with me, sir.

By grace of Roma, for 12 moons hence,
thou art Tribune of plebs.

About time.

- I need a drink.
- Indeed, sir.

Perhaps after the meeting.

- Cicero.
- My dear Atia, a pleasure.

Forgive us for imposing
at such a ludicrous hour.

Not at all, I adore it.
The secrecy, the intrigue, it's most thrilling.

Comprehend, woman,
this meeting is invisible.

Be assured, Cato, I do not see you.

- General Antony, we are...
- Oh, gods, your beauty is painful.

You are the crucifix of Venus.

Let me die in your arms.

Desist, Antony.

- Good evening to you all.
- General Antony.

Tribune Antony, if you please.

You're inside the sacred
precincts of Rome

but yet you wear the bloody
red cloak of a soldier.

It completely fell from my mind.

I'm most extremely sorry.
Will you forgive me, friend Cato?

Atia, please, will you take this and burn it?

- That's not necessary.
- Is it not?

Then let's stop this blathering
and get down to business.

Blathering you say?

What a congery of heroes.
Such vim!

I feel like Helen of Troy.

Would you adjourn to the courtyard?

Speak, young Marcus.
What have you to tell us?

I have been delegated by Caesar
to negotiate a compromise.

Caesar wishes to avoid bloodshed.

He wishes to be seen as a man
of reason and probity.

When his term as governor
of Gaul has ended,

he is willing to accept command
of a single legion province.

Illyria, by preference.

- I don't understand.
- Command of a province.

So he will have legal immunity.

So that none of you rascals can go
dragging him through the courts.

We're here to discuss the terms
of Caesar's resignation.

He could have avoided prosecution
by accepting a few years' banishment.

Banishment for what?

For fomenting a tyranny.

Illegal warfare, theft, murder, treason!

And what shall be your punishment,
Pompey, for betraying a friend,

for deserting the cause of your people,
for allying yourself with so-called noblemen.

- What punishment for you?
- Impudent whelp!

The man's term of office ends in two weeks.

- We say six months.
- Two weeks!

He sits alone in Ravenna with one
mutinous skeleton of a legion

and he dares to dictate terms to me?

Caesar has many more
legions than the 13th.

On the far side of the Alps.

Winter does not last for ever.

Spring comes, snows melt.

- That's a threat!
- I assure you it is no threat.

- Snows always melt.
- If he does not get a province?

Caesar will take all measures required
to protect both his interests

and those of the Republic.

I am grieved and surprised.

I'd hoped we would have
a rational negotiation.

If that is his last word, we shall go.

Then we have no more business.

Caesar is bluffing.
He wishes to appear supremely confident.

Evidently he is desperately
weaker than we'd thought.

It is a last-ditch attempt to frighten
us into making concessions,

while he still has the semblance of an army.

He's weak, Cicero. Dying.

Is that not when all the proverbs
tell us to be wary?

Does not the dying serpent bite deepest?

- Let's play.
- Where are you from, friend?

- 13th.
- Better keep that quiet.

This is deep Pompeian territory.

So, we're all Romans, eh?

Come on, ladies, hear me now.

Furies and river gods for five.

You will be pleased to hear that
General Antony was as blithely arrogant

and provocative as one could hope for.

And Pompey and Cato were deeply
offended by your negotiating position.

Wise Men and Graces on four!

Those Graces don't like you.

- They piss on your face.
- They piss on my face?

- They piss on my face?
- Calm, brother.

The man has an ill way with him.

He's lost a lot of money.
He means no offense.

- Do you?
- None at all.

Twin river gods over two.

Come on, you mumping cunnies!

Graces... over four.

How do you feel now, soldier?
Feel good?

- Who is this man?
- Run and get a doctor!

- I don't want people dying in my house!
- Do as I say, woman!

There will be copious pus,
first putrid, then wholesome,

and mayhap fits of the spleen,

but that will be all to the good.

A purging of the malignancy will follow.

This is brass.

Come.

When will he wake up?

Today, tomorrow, maybe never.

You might try an offering to Spes.

A white rabbit often works.

I'll send my boy tomorrow
to check the dressings.

- What misery!
- It's only blood. It'll wash.

- Where are you going?
- I have business.

Business? What business?

I understand that you are upset but I will
ask you do not question me in that tone.

Tone...

My father's cock!

How's that for tone?

55, 55. 60.

60, 60... sold!

This is bona stock but it's
all skin and bone, eh?

You want a good price.

Let us feed them up,
put some fat on them.

Couple weeks of easy living and these
puppies will sell like duck hearts.

Is that expensive, fodder and storage?

No! You'll recoup feed
and storage double.

Beautiful! A real showman.

I am no judge of the sand,

but sure, anyone can see he is
rare large and aggressive.

When the Senate meets tomorrow,

Scipio will propose an ultimatum
be put to Caesar.

I ask you as a friend
to support the proposal

and to enjoin your many
friends to do the same.

I have not so many friends as all that.

The moderates follow you like sheep.

- Your vote is critical.
- The ultimatum is?

Caesar's term of office is over.

He must immediately disband his men,

resign his command and return for trial,

else be considered an enemy
of the Senate and people of Rome.

But he cannot accept that.
Not without dishonor.

Once declared hostile, he has nothing
to lose. He will fight at any cost.

You are declaring war!

Caesar won't have to accept
or refuse the terms,

because Mark Antony will
immediately use Tribune's veto.

But then what is your purpose?

If the Senate votes against him,
Caesar will finally understand

that he is alone, against all.

Of course, anything but
an overwhelming vote

encourages Caesar to think
he still has friends and hope.

I am no friend to Caesar, nor any tyrant,
but I cannot vote for a proposal

I do not wish to see realized.
It would be highly irreligious.

I have made a vow to Jupiter.

Unless I get the full backing
of the Senate tomorrow,

I and all my legions will sail for Spain

and leave you gentlemen
to your own defenses.

This is he? Crito?

He's a good boy from a good family.

Good enough to seed a child of the Vorenii
who fought at Magnesia and Zama?

- I don't rightly know.
- You don't rightly know!

Do you know that this
girl is my property?

You should have asked my permission
before you coupled with her!

- I'm sorry, sir.
- I am within my rights

to kill you here and now.

- Please.
- Don't you start sniffling.

You should think before
you spread your legs.

They meant you no disrespect.
What they did was only natural.

- They're young and they love each other.
- That's no excuse.

His mother's family are well-found
in Ostia for generations

and his father is a successful drover.

They have a house
in the southern crossroads.

A house built from cattle dung, no doubt.

It's very hygienic, sir. There's no smell.

There's money in droving, at least.

Good money, sir.
I'm on the Capua run mostly.

That's 5,000 head a week sometimes, sir.

He cannot be but what he is.
When are you a man?

- Next month, sir.
- Next month.

Very well, you may marry my daughter.

Assure your good people that
the dowry will be appropriate.

He really is a good boy.

You should be pleased.

My daughter's virginity has been taken

and my first grandson spawned
by an ill-favored prole.

How can I be pleased?

- He makes her happy.
- She's an idiot.

What a brute you are!

The Senate will hear Metellus Scipio.

Speak! Speak!

Conscript fathers,
I propose a formal motion.

Unless Gaius Julius Caesar
immediately lays down his command,

disbands his legions and
returns to Rome for trial,

this sacred assembly will
declare him a public enemy

of the Senate and people of Rome!

After which time it will be the duty

and the obligation of every
Roman to do him harm

or to kill him if they are able!

A motion is proposed.

Those in favor, make it known.

The motion is carried by clear numbers.

Antony!

Veto the motion!

Stand up! Veto the motion!

I demand the floor!
I demand the floor!

- Give him the floor!
- I veto the motion!

Tribune vetoes the motion!

Scipio's motion against Caesar,
it doesn't stand, does it?

Stands. Entered in the annals.

Despite that Tribune raised his veto?

Not heard, not fully admitted.

No weight. The motion stands.

Let me be clear with you.

I do not wish that a motion
as important as this

should stand on a mere trick of procedure.

Trick, you say?

This is a religious matter.

There are no tricks in religion.

Session was not formally ended, correct?

- Correct.
- So, when we reconvene,

it will formally be the same session.

Then Tribune Antony may
use veto on the motion.

That is so.

Juno Inferna! Senile old fool,
why didn't you say so to begin with?

Mark Antony must not be harmed
or hindered in any way.

- But...
- In any way!

It is vitally important that he be
allowed to veto the motion.

If he does not,
Caesar is declared a traitor.

Then he has no choice
but to oppose me openly,

which means civil war.
Antony must not be harmed!

Dominus, good news.

The Senate will reconvene tomorrow.

Formally, it is the same session,

so you may yet exercise
your veto on the motion.

Unless Pompey tries to stop me.

True, he may very well try.

Rally the men together.

Vorenus... all of them.

Run and hide!

Run and hide!

The 13th are coming and
your men are all dead!

I put extra nutmeg in, as you like it.

Marry me, goddess.

What, a porcine object like you?

Besides, I am already wed,
thanks be to evil spirits.

You're wrong, friend-wife.
He is a good man, your man.

A good man you say?
For years and years, I'd lie awake at night

and beg all the gods to send him home.

I'd hear of this battle or that battle and...
I'd see him, clear as glass,

lying dead and bloody
in the mud somewhere.

I was lonely. I was so lonely.

For eight years I wept.

Every day, the girls asking,
"When is Papa coming home?

"Is it today? When?"

And now he's home and I wish he was
in Gaul. He's a cold, mean brute.

Not one loving word to me or his daughters,
not once since he has been home.

He is no skilled hand with the women

but in all these years I fought with him,
he never took a woman.

"Pullo," he'd say to me,
"Pullo, my old friend,

"I have a wife back home,
Niobe is her name

"and she's worth more to me
than all the women of Gaul."

I thank you for your kind
words but I know you lie.

He's no friend of yours.
He told me so.

Why, he has an... ill temper, him.
He'd say anything.

Antony needs every man. If you can walk,
we rendezvous at the house of Atia.

This is all I have left.
There will be more when I sell the slaves.

Get the girls indoors and stay
indoors until you know it's safe.

It saddens me that you are unhappy,
because I have a deep affection for you.

When I return, we will talk.

Well, this is a merry do.

Octavia, my honey, look alive at least.

Poor Antony must think himself dead
and swimming in Lethe water.

Talk to the poor man, ask him questions.

One would think she'd been
raised by Germans.

General Antony, does my mother's
screaming irritate you?

Excuse me?

When you and my mother are in coitus,
there is a deal of screaming.

I find it extremely irritating.
I wondered whether you did also.

Or perhaps you like it?
A testament to your skills.

So spiteful and for what?
You shame only yourself.

She has you exact.

We show our strength.
We show them who owns the Forum.

But we do not touch them.
Antony must not be touched!

- Kill them all, I say.
- None of that!

Pompey's strict orders. Him who starts
trouble will be on a cross at nightfall.

So no blood!

Make a lane there! Make a lane there, I said!
Come on, you bastards!

Rally to me. Rally to me.

Rally to me!

No blood!

You have what you wanted, Cato.

Caesar has no choice now.

Come the spring, he will cross the Alps
with his legions and march on Rome.

Five dead, three from flux,
two from fighting.

Ten under medics.
Eight absent, believed fled.

- Sir.
- Fighting strength, 236 head.

Seventh Cohort. 12 dead.

Six of flux, six of fighting.

Three under medics.
Three absent, believed fled.

Fighting strength, 242.

Soldier, how far behind
you is Mark Antony?

No more than an hour, sir.

- Sound assembly!
- Sir!

By order of the Senate, Gaius Julius Caesar
is declared an enemy of Rome.

All good citizens are bound to do
him harm if they are able.

After all these years,
Pompey surprises me.

I had hoped to provoke some
kind of aggression, sure,

but to try and kill a Tribune?

In the Forum?

The man's found some hard
black iron in his soul.

I'm sure it was yon demented little
worm Cato who put him up to it.

It's excellent, this.

So, what next?

Let's see what the men have to say.

Oh, don't do that!

You look just right as you are.

Like Leonidas at Thermopylae.

Attention!

Any of your people I can mention?

Titus Pullo. Took the head off
the first man that came at me.

Soldiers, Pompey and the Senate
have formally declared

that Gaius Julius Caesar
is an enemy of Rome.

No!

They have declared that I am a criminal.

They have declared, in effect,
that all of you also are criminals!

No!

The Tribune's veto was not exercised.

Peoples Tribune Mark Antony
and 50 men of the 13th

were assaulted by a thousand
head of Pompeian scum.

No!

A Tribune of the plebs
assaulted on the steps

of the Senate House!

Can you imagine a more
terrible sacrilege?

Our beloved Republic is
in the hands of madmen.

This is a dark day and I stand
at a fork in the road.

I can abide the law and surrender
my arms to the Senate

and watch the Republic fall
to tyranny and chaos!

Or, I can go home with
my sword in my hand

and run those maniacs
to the Tarpeian Rock!

Yeah! Yeah!

Legionary Titus Pullo, step forward!

Titus Pullo!

When 50 brave men of the 13th fought
Pompey's thousand in the Forum

and saved the Tribune,

it was Legionary Titus Pullo
drew first blood!

Here is 500 denarii.

- Very grateful, sir.
- Are you with me, Titus Pullo?

- Will you come with me to Rome?
- Yes.

Yes, sir! Certainly!

Titus Pullo is with me!
And you? Are you with me?

Yeah!

You're awake. Water?

We're moving.

The whole legion, sounds like.
Where to?

It's a river. What river?

- This is the Rubicon.
- Stay calm.

This is rebellion and treason
and I am no traitor!

It's too late now. We're in Italy.
You're a rebel whether you like it or not.

Caesar. Caesar, what have you done?

He had no choice, had he?
Pompey did try to kill Mark Antony.

- You should not dare make that argument.
- How's that?

- You know who was being attacked.
- I don't know what you mean.

It doesn't matter now.
We are all dead men anyway.

We'll be hanging from crosses in the
Appian Way before the week's out.

- We'll be all right. Have some water.
- Better to die of thirst.

Don't be foolish. Drink.

Caesar is in Italy!

Caesar is in Italy!

- Have you heard?
- I heard.

- What's going to happen?
- War is going to happen.

Who's my greedy little pig?