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Morning, Consul.

How goes your day?

Proud of you.

Our name is redeemed. The Republic is safe.

It was horrible, Mother.

He wouldn't die.

But he is dead now, eh?

He tried to speak to me, but no words came out.

The Senate will look to us for leadership.

The people will need a firm hand.

Are you up to the task?

Wait a

minute.

Whose child is this? Whose child is this? Let him go!

Let him go!

Yes you are!

Mother. Leave me alone.

Gods, not you as well. Crying will not help us.

Not crying. I'm angry.

I dis-devour that bitch-pig Sevillea. What a fool I was.

If I'd not told her of Renus and his daughter... Listen to me.

We must never speak of our part in this. It may be mistaken for complicity.

Do you understand?

I'll see her eaten by dogs.

We may hope.

Dominus, Tymon is here.

Tymon, good of you to come.

I grieve with you.

Bad business.

It is. Your mother's all right, is she?

She's not receiving visitors, but she's well enough.

Have you men with you?

Ten. So she's all right, then. As I said, how's the city?

All's indoors.

Everywhere's dead quiet.

Timon, thank you for coming.

I am so happy to see you.

I came as soon as I heard.

I grieve with you.

You're a good friend, thank you.

The street's safe.

Can we get out of the city?

We can. We should wait a while before taking any action.

We do not have a clear view of the position.

Anthony may well... If Anthony were alive, he would come to me.

Or send word, at least.

We must assume Antony's dead.

It is quite possible, but we cannot know that as yet.

Perhaps he's fled the city.

And leave me here?

Never. Put on your travelling clothes.

Nothing fancy.

Mother, think.

You heard what Seville said.

She wants you to run away.

More fool her. Let her try and find me. She will find you. You have no talent

for hiding.

Castor, pack the money in the household guards.

Immediately, Domina.

Well, come along. No time to waste.

I swear on the Blackstone that I will kill them all.

Brutus and Cassius and Casca and the whole damn lot of them. They're just

Seville's minions.

This is all her doing.

I told Caesar.

I told him this would happen. I swear I will piss on them as they die that I, I,

should run and hide from those, those worms.

Are you certain? Are you certain sure he's dead?

Oh, yeah.

He's dead, all right.

I was there. I saw him.

He was there.

But then why didn't you stop them?

I wasn't there.

I was... They delayed me.

Outside, on the steps. By the time I got inside, the deed had been done.

And the lictors had all run off like rabbits.

That treacherous bastard Varinas, he must have been paid off.

He'd left us before we even got to the Senate House.

He was lured away.

The witch Sevillea's woman told him an evil tale about his wife.

Well, what did you do then?

What did I do?

Well, there's nothing I could do.

Caesar was dead.

I was unarmed.

Well, I would have ripped them to pieces with my bare hands.

Well, it's easy for you to say.

You know nothing of violence.

Twelve mangy dogs can kill a lion.

What if you say so?

What shall we do now?

You can do as you like.

I will go north and raise an harmony of monsters and then I will come back here

and I will crucify every last one of those sons of bitches.

What do you mean I may do as I like?

Why are you here if I may do as I like?

I meant nothing.

Of course I want you to come with me. Please, if you'd rather take some other

lover, I will not protest.

Look, I meant only that I cannot force you to come with me. That's where you

are these last hours, I suppose.

Putting your whores into baggage carts. I have no stomach for a fight with you.

I want to go north.

The north is ghastly.

What's your name again? Tymon.

Tymon, we're going north. You and your men will protect the family until I can

gather my own people together.

It'll cost you. Of course.

I expect no public service from a Jew.

We should be taking Calpurnia with us, so we must leave via the Suburra.

Calpurnia?

Well, why do we need to take her?

We must be sure that she is safe.

Well, I don't see her rushing to see that we're safe.

My dear, we cannot leave Caesar's widow behind.

We'd look ill with the people, as if we'd abandoned her.

What a ball.

Cargays.

Cargays. Cargays.

Cargays. Cargays. Cargays.

Thank you.

I know I didn't get us started off on the right foot.

Killing your man and all that. And I'm sorry for that, but... Va, I'll just

come straight out with it. I have a question to ask you.

With permission of Venus and Mars, I ask you to be my wife.

Your wife?

Married?

If you wish it so, Master.

No, no, no. I'm not your master anymore. You're a free woman.

You can refuse me. I won't be angry.

Well, I won't be best pleased, but, you know, I won't beat you or anything.

A man like me can always make good money.

You'll have a roof over your head, food.

I'll buy you anything you want. Dresses, shoes.

Is that a yes?

Yes, you won't regret it. I promise

Done

Thank you, my dear.

Visitors, Domina.

Look, Anthony.

Atia.

How good of you to come and the children.

Calpurnia, we grieve with you.

My husband is glad to receive you.

You're the first to pay respect. Strange that none of our friends or family have

come.

They're afraid.

Ah, yes, that may be so.

I'm going to leave the city now.

It's best you come with us.

Leaving?

Why? It is not safe.

That's no matter. I'm glad to die.

My dear lady.

But now that you're here to stand witness, we must read his will.

His will?

No, I'm sorry. We haven't time.

It is the proper form.

We haven't time.

It is the will.

of a dictator of the Roman Republic.

Having made due provision for the well-being and security of my honest and

dutiful wife, Calpurnia, etc., I leave the sum of 75 denarii to every

enrolled citizen.

Oh, ridiculous. What a waste.

My name and the remainder of my estate...

with all legal obligations and benefits, all property, gold, silver,

and other monies, I leave to Gaius Octavian, who is henceforth to be

regarded, for all intents and purposes, as my lawful son and sole heir.

Octavian, my Octavian.

What else?

He stipulates that the slave known as Posca, that is I,

I'm to be given my liberty with an appropriate stipend. I give you joy of

your freedom.

What else?

There are no further bequests.

I see.

Well, congratulations, boy.

Davion gets everything.

All of it. He'll get nothing.

Install wax for scraping.

It's a will. It's his by law.

The law is now Brutus and his minions.

Caesar's land and money will go to them.

That is so.

They will declare his death a rightful tyrannicide. His will and all his acts

become null and void.

His property will be intestate.

They cannot take the name.

Oh, no.

That's all yours.

Much good may it do you.

Away now!

I may have to take the pernia along by force, so don't be alarmed if she makes

a clamour, eh?

Hey, send for your mistress.

Tell her we're leaving.

Mother, I must stay in Rome.

Eh? I must stay in Rome.

I'm Caesar's son.

I must protect my status and rights.

There's blood.

A purple little Spartan.

You shall have to stay also, Mother.

The family must appear united.

What a strange, brave, pompous little boy. We're going north.

I'm head of the family.

Strictly speaking, it is for me to say where we go. I know you're only trying

to be manly, and that's lovely, but now is not the time. We are going, and

there's an end to it. Anthony, listen.

Brutus is in a legal bind.

I think we can force him into making a deal with us.

Go on.

Brutus must declare Caesar a tyrant, else the act of killing Caesar is

murder. But all the acts of a tyrant are unlawful, including those appointing

Brutus as praetor, Cassius as proconsul, and so forth.

And so?

If Brutus honours the law, he loses all rank and position.

Lawyers prattle. I don't think so.

If you offer them amnesty in return... Amnesty?

I'm going to eat their livers.

Amnesty. You're not following me. Enough. You think you know better than

Antony. But you don't understand.

Juno's come, must I slap you?

If the will stands, and it might, you are mother to the richest man in Rome.

If the will is broken, Seville has that honour.

Now, where is this damn woman?

When I give you the nod, I want you to help me seize the old lady and get her

outside quick.

May she trust you, nay? Sir, with all respect.

What? With all respect, until the will is ratified, I am bound to serve the

House of Caesar. With that in mind, I must beg you not to take my mistress by

force. With all respect.

Respect?

You impudent toad.

You'll do as I say, and I will do as I please with your damn mistress.

Antony, we're staying.

No, thank you, Master.

You've got to stop calling me that.

What shall I call you, then?

Anything you want.

Husband. Honey.

Caesar is dead!

Caesar is dead!

Caesar is dead!

Caesar is dead!

Don't worry.

If he comes back, he comes back.

There.

See how fine she looks?

She'll be well respected.

A woman from good people.

Hello, children.

Immortals!

Immortals, I say. You noble men have carved your names deep.

in the eternal stone.

That is very high praise indeed.

I would embrace you all, but I'm desolated that you did not enlist me in

your cohort of heroes to wield the liberator's knife.

What joy you have denied me.

Oh, forgive us.

We rather thought you'd prefer not to know.

It is done.

I cannot share in your glory.

I can only applaud.

Now, tell me, is the city secure?

We have 2,000 men under arms. Caesar's people have fled.

The city is ours.

Excellent. And Mark Antony, the dog, is dead, I hope. He's not.

Mark Antony is alive.

An error.

I think a deep error.

We are senators, not hired thugs.

Kill him yourself if you want it so.

Well, well, you know best what is the right thing to do. I, I must go. I'm

away to the country. Another tedious lawsuit.

I just wanted to salute you before I left.

Immortal liberators.

Francisoro.

Why so pale?

Varinus. Legionary Puller.

What's happened? Second century, first court.

First court.

Brother Varinus, what's happened?

She's mother to the boy Lucius.

I was going to kill her. I had the knife in my hand.

She did it herself.

Miss Ariel.

Where are the children? Gone.

Gone where?

I cursed them.

Cursed them to Hades.

Cursed them water.

Brother Varinus.

Brother Varinus.

Come sit down.

It's got you cleaned up, eh?

Consul Antony, I am here strictly as an impartial arbiter. I knew nothing of

this disturbing act.

No? I was as surprised and shocked as you were, as Brutus can

confirm.

Cicero knew nothing.

You have lost a good friend and patron today.

We are sorry.

If that monkey remains, I shall have to open his neck.

He tried to kill me this morning. His presence is an insult.

You're mistaken.

No one tried to kill you. It was my express order that you be spared.

Am I, Cassius?

Mistaken? We do apologize if this man's been overzealous.

Go,

Quintus.

Tell us, Anthony, to what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?

Listen.

Why so quiet?

A tyrant is dead.

Surely the people should be happy.

Where is the cheering throng at your door?

Where are the joyous cries of liberty?

The people fear change.

A somber mood is only natural.

When they realize they are free from tyranny, the people will be glad.

The people loved Caesar, and they will hate you for what you've done. They

loved him once, as I did.

Well, some have turned against him, no doubt.

It cannot be denied he was something of a tyrant.

But a great many people will worship Caesar until they die.

A great many.

And those people are mine now.

We do not need such people.

Our men-at-arms have secured the city.

We've received representatives from all the best elements. The Senate is with

us. The knights are with us. The pontiffs, the urban cohorts, the

lictors' guild.

Oh, the lictors' guild. Very good.

Only rally the bakers and the flute players, and you can put on a festival.

Best wait till after the elections, though.

What elections?

Surely you've thought this through.

If Caesar was, as you insist, a tyrant, then all his acts and appointments are

nullified.

I am no longer consul, you're no longer praetor, you're no longer proconsul.

Elections will have to be held. That is so.

Messy things, elections.

You spoke of helping us.

I did.

All those that loved Caesar but hate tyranny, I may be able to bring

to your side.

Why would you do that?

Neither of us can win outright, not without much blood spilled to prove the

issue.

I want no more blood.

I want peace and stability.

How?

First, a general amnesty.

Caesar has not declared tyrants, nor you declared killers.

All Caesar's acts and his will shall stand.

We shall all keep our posts.

It will be as if you were struck by lightning.

A natural death.

Go on.

Then a show of unity.

A public funeral for Caesar, led by you and I together.

We shall mourn the man.

and burn the tyrant.

And then?

I shall serve out the rest of my term as consul and then retire quietly to the

provinces where I will plough my fields and fuck my slaves.

Just like old Cincinnatus.

And the Republic shall roll on without me.

I swear, on the Blackstone, I am done with politics.

Well, you people play too rough for a simple soldier like me.

Knives in the Senate House.

Didn't think you had it in you.

And if we do not wish to be reconciled with you?

Well, if we cannot be friends, then we shall be enemies.

And I will do my very best to annihilate you.

Perhaps you would give us some time to talk this over.

Talk all you like.

I shall wait outside.

You tried to kill him despite everything I said?

Forgive me.

Your scruples do you credit, but without your knowledge, his death could not have

dishonored you. To the contrary, I would be twice dishonored. A killer and a

fool. Is your honor worth more than the Republic?

It is not too late.

He's here, in your hands.

I'm simply stating the facts.

I do not urge you to any particular course of action.

Nor will I take the course you do not urge.

Brother, it is the only rational thing to do. He has broken no capital law, and

he offers a truce which will preserve the public order. We have no right to

take his life. Damn the law in his case. He's too dangerous to live. You

exaggerate him. He is a vulgar beast.

Without Caesar, he will destroy himself soon enough. He is. He is a guest in my

house. He is not in the house.

He is on the street.

Are you too, Mother?

Constable Anthony, we

shall be friends.

Friends.

There. That's better.

I shouldn't have done it.

What's that?

I cursed my own children, Willem.

It wasn't their fault.

Don't worry.

They'll be back.

You can lift the curse then. No trouble.

You didn't kill an animal on it, did you? No. There you go, then.

The curse isn't sealed.

And when they come back, you can lift it. No harm done.

Where else they're gonna go cause they're coming back

Tomorrow

at the fourth hour a funeral

service will be held for Gaius Julius Caesar under terms of truth and in the

spirit of unity and forgiveness Unities will be delivered by praetor Marcus

Junius Brutus and Consul Mark Antony. No prostitutes,

actors or unclean tradesmen may attend.

I am come to pay my respect to your husband.

I understand you are grieving.

Show her what she's done.

So Varinus went home to confront his wife, and Caesar went to the Senate,

alone and unprotected.

Bastards.

What I don't understand is how they knew about Niobe and all that in the first

place.

You and I were the only ones that knew the truth.

I told my sister, and she told Sevilia.

My sister was... It doesn't matter.

The jug is broken. I cannot mend it with regret.

I ask for your forgiveness.

Of course.

You can't expect a young lad like yourself to be... to be... Anyway, it's

done, as you say.

You should not repeat what I've told you.

It's not that I'm ashamed, though I am.

It's only that it will not look good with the people.

It's forgotten already.

Sorry about your uncle.

I made his son by will.

Oh.

Congratulations.

You'll be wanting vengeance, then?

At some point.

I'll be up for the duty, of course.

Oh, come on, get up.

Have you forgotten what day it is?

What day is it?

Don't play with me. I'm not up for it today.

Relax.

It's going to be my day.

I can feel it.

I don't think I've ever fucked a woman in a funeral dress before.

Nor shall you now.

That's a shame.

It'll have to be Meryl, then.

Come here, old girl.

Jump on.

She'd eat you alive.

Come on, this is no morning for foolery. Just get up.

Come here.

Stop fooling around and just get up.

I am not rising from this bed until I've fucked someone.

Fine, fine, Marilla. Fetch that German slut from the kitchen.

All right, get it right this time, or you'll be next with the king of goats

over there.

Undertaker's here.

We're ready to go.

We must wait for the children.

They'll be back, brother.

They'll be back, I'm sure of it. Sooner or later.

I shouldn't have done it.

I shouldn't have done it.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

We've got to send Nyby on her way now.

Can't leave it any longer, can we?

the assembler will be vexed.

Thank you.

Grain monitor?

Why on God's earth would I want to be a grain monitor?

It would give you reason to leave the city with dignity.

I have no intention of leaving the city.

A tour of the Asian supply ports would be the most natural thing in the world.

Nobody could possibly accuse you of running away.

I have no intention of leaving the city.

Sylvia, my dear, sorry about all this.

I've got to be carried away.

Excellent speech, incidentally.

Perhaps a touch too cerebral for that audience, but... Have you been offered

any refreshment?

Some water would be lovely. Thank you.

Please, speak sense to your son. Him and his friends must leave the city. I

cannot answer for their safety. Do not look so pleased with yourself.

You're a liar.

and a breaker of oaths, and you've roused a rabble. Nothing more.

A pantomime actor might have done what you did today.

Lucky then it was me that did it, eh?

Else you would now be on your knees sucking pantomime cock.

I have no wish to abuse or humiliate you.

I only wish you'd gone.

We're going nowhere.

Hmm.

No, not you, at least.

The men shall leave.

You will stay here in the city with me as my guest.

Hostage, you mean.

As you like.

You may wish as you will.

We yet have all the senate behind us and all the men of quality.

And I have an ang...

that will roast and eat your men of quality in the ashes of the Senate

House!

Children!

Eldest!

Verena!

They're not here.

Never mind.

You just have to be patient.

How about you make us a nice pot of porridge?

We'll all feel better with some food inside us.

Hush, it doesn't matter. Do you know where the children are run to? I swear,

only things I learned. Do you know where the children are?

Speak!

Erasti's foreman took them.

Poor good children.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Right, the place is fucking packed, yeah? Takes me half an hour to fight my

way to the front. And up steps Brutus.

Right? And he goes, blah, blah, blah.

The law, this, and the republic, that. And the 12 bloody tables. I couldn't

understand half of it.

Yeah, yeah, then what?

Then Anthony's up.

But he gives Brutus a hug.

He starts talking, all calm and gentle, like he's not bothered.

I'm thinking bollocks to this. We'll be away for a bevvy.

But then...

He pulls out Caesar's toga, all covered in blood.

Everyone goes, whoa.

Disgusting. No fucking dignity, that man. But now Antony's stalking up and

down with the toga.

And he's crying about what a good man was Caesar.

And how much he loves him.

And what a great leader we've lost.

Until the crowd, half of them are crying.

Like they're sobbing like babies.

And then what does he do?

He takes the bloody toga.

Throws it into the crowd. What? The whole fucking place went up like a tar

barrel. The whole fucking crowd went mad. But Brutus and them are lucky to be

alive. If they are. It's disgrace.

No fucking respect.

Yeah, but people get angry, don't they? No excuse.

It's a consular fucking funeral, isn't it?

Supposed to show some fucking respect.

Not run around looting and burning animals.

Now that needs a cunt too.

Mark me now.

Any one of you cunnies join in this disgrace, you'll be disjointed quick as

pan.

We observe the fucking decencies.

Right?

With slaves and foreigners to blame.

Send them back to Bithynia or wherever the fuck you come from.

Rome for fucking Romans, eh?

Love you!

Tell those damn Scars to shut that up!

If you want to fight, take it outside!

Fucking useless.

You have my children.

You have my children.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You have my children.

Someone's misled you, friend.

Where are they?

I don't know.

Where are they?

Vlado!

Flavia's not coming.

Where are my children?

Will you have a little wine with me?

No? Well, kiss my arse.

Tell him.

If they're not harmed, you may yet live.

You think so?

Tell him.

Nothing like a good Falernian grape, is there?

You're not a bad sort of man, Varinus.

You just have too much anger in you.

Tell him!

I took your children in payment for your many slights to me.

I fucked them.

Then I killed them.

Then I threw them in the river.