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Episode 2 x 07 :
Death Mask

Brutus.

Brutus.

Domina.

Domina, please, don't do that.

I'm so sorry.

Why don't you lie down?
You're very tired.

Yes... I'm...

very tired.

Would you like
some willow water?

Would I?

It will help you sleep.

No more sleep.

Come along, cheer up.

You can't cry
at your own wedding.

Show her how lovely
she looks.

I look horrid.

No, you're beautiful.

Oh, gods, still weeping.

I went to a great deal of trouble
to arrange this marriage.

Please don't ruin it.

There's not many men willing
to marry a penniless orphan.

I'm sorry.

I am very grateful.

It's just...

I'm sure
he's a very nice man.

It's just I had always imagined

I'd wed someone--

someone different.

You won't wed anyone at all
if you come out all red and puffy.

I know men.

And this one will make--

a lovely husband.

When and where
you are Gaia,

there and then,
I am Gaius.

Oh, yes, sorry.

When and where
you are Gaius,

then and there,
I am Gaia.

Pater Jupiter, mater Juno,
mater Venus,

mater Suadela,
mater Diana,

dico ut vos audiatis
ovi dato.

Pater Jupiter, mater Juno,
mater Venus,

mater Suadela,
mater Diana...

Makes you think,
doesn't it?

About what?

About marriage.

Does it?

The two of us.

With the augur here,
we might as well do it now.

Quick and simple.

When we get married,

it'll have to be
the best wedding ever seen.

You deserve nothing less.

Just a thought.

This augur moves like a snail.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Excuse me for a moment.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

- Atia of the Julii, I call for justice.
- Ludicrous old bat.

- What shall we do?
- Atia of the Julii, I call for justice.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

She'll go away soon enough
if we just ignore her.

Hey, wife.

Sun's been up for hours.

It's time to get up.

Soon.

While we're here...

No.

You don't know
what I was gonna ask.

You want to make love.

That's an idea.

No good for baby.

He won't mind.

Maybe she.

She won't mind, neither.

No good for baby.

Priest says so.

Priest?
Priest?

What priest?

Priest in my country.

Well, we're not in your country,
are we?

When baby start to move, no love.
Is rules.

The baby's moving?

Yes, feel.

So we have no choice but to use
the deeper berths in Ostia.

We now have grain ships
in excess of 10,000 amphorae.

Hmmm, tricky.

Those berths have been reserved
for our oil ships

since fuck knows when--
way back.

Well, that's no reason
to keep it so.

Times change.

So you keep saying.

I'll allow you to use our berths,

but we'll take 5% of the grain

and the ships will be unloaded
by my own men.

Bollocks.
That's a license for thievery.

If we were thieves.

I'll give you the 5%,
but Mascius here

will go down to Ostia and
he will supervise the dock work.

I'll leave today.

As you wish.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Good morning all.

You're late.

Posca's wedding yesterday.

I'm afraid I drank
rather too much.

I could not get out of bed
no matter how hard I tried.

I have the most shocking headache.

So you must both speak
very quietly

or I shall shatter
into 1000 little pieces.

I've been approached
by a number of

eminent friends
among the Senate.

They are... troubled.

I do not say that
they have grounds for anxiety,

but I feel I would be remiss
if I did not communicate--

- Do get on with it, man.
- Yes, yes.

They're worried that perhaps
we three intend to

establish some form of...

tyranny.

And who are these worriers?

- Give me names.
- That's awkward.

They spoke to me
in confidence.

I'll bet they did.

You tell your eminent friends
to shut their mouths.

Tell them to go look
on Cicero's hands in the forum

and remember what happens
to those that prattle of tyranny.

I only mention it.

- I would be remiss if I did not.
- You're quite right, Lepidus.

Quite right.

Now shall we get down
to business?

Yes, by all means.

Clearly, we three cannot
all rule together at once.

We shall only confuse
and contradict each other.

- True enough.
- We must divide responsibilities.

What are you proposing?

I suggest we divide
the territory of Rome into three.

Each one of us shall assume
command of one region.

Sounds reasonable.

Who gets what?

I haven't considered that yet.

But Rome is
a very complex machine.

One can't simply chop it up
like cabbage.

You should have Rome
and the West.

And I will make do with...

Egypt and the Eastern provinces.

- Objections?
- Rome and the West has what?

Rowdy Gauls, Germans,
a fractious Senate,

all the trouble of keeping
the Roman mob happy.

The East is
where the money is,

the grain supply,
most of the tax revenue.

All the revenues would be divided
equally of course.

It would be a purely
administrative division.

All monies would be held
in a single treasury.

That would work.

And I?

What would I get?

Yes...

Africa.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

- Atia of the Julii...
- What is this?

Is she putting down roots?

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii, I call for justice.

- Atia of the Julii...
- So...

How goes your day?

- Mine went extremely well.
- She's driving me mad.

It's completely unfair.
It wasn't me who killed her precious son.

She should be wailing
outside your house.

She just wants
a little attention.

Go out.

Let her rant at you a while.

She'll soon leave.

What, and have her curse at me
in front of a mob of ogling plebs?

Never.
I wouldn't give her that pleasure.

It's up to you.

But I guarantee she won't leave
until she's seen you.

Stop pushing!

Wait your turn, woman!

- Seen you on line before.
- Me ? No.

This looks like a fake to me.

I bet you don't even live
on the Aventine, do you?

No fake.
All good,

I swear to you
by the sacred Black Stone.

Get out and don't let me
catch you around here again.

Get off!

Did you bring in wood?

Not yet.

Go do.

No hurry.

- Get wood now.
- Get it yourself.

I'm busy.

I give you an order.

Kiss my ass.

Go ahead.
Try.

I'll shove it down your throat.

You'll be sorry.

My husband will beat you
in pulp.

Fake.

Half the people
in the line had them.

Well made.

Maybe one of the other collegia

trying to fuck things up.

- Memmio I expect.
- Very likely.

What do we do?

Nothing.

Lost me there.

Memmio is dishonest and greedy.

Nothing we can do can
change that.

If he thinks he's deceiving us,
then he's happy.

And I want everyone
to be happy.

That's how we keep
the peace.

- We do nothing.
- But he's stealing from us.

People who need food
are getting fed.

What matter
where they live exactly?

- You must go to beat her dead!
- Calm down. Beat who?

That whore, that Gaia.
You beat her dead!

What's she done now?

She won't bring in wood
like I tell her.

Then she say she's gonna
choke me with a stick.

What?

She say she's gonna choke me
with a stick.

I don't understand.
Why would she do that?

- What did you do to her?
- Oh, perfect.

Now it's my fault?
Thank you. Thank you very much!

Eirene.

Oh, cack.

What do I do?

- Don't look at me.
- Very funny.

If I go and beat Gaia
like she deserves,

what do you think Mascius is gonna do?
She's his girl, isn't it?

It's a puzzle all right.

Where's Mascius?
Maybe if I go and talk to him man to man,

he can give her
the chastisement himself.

He's in Ostia till next month.

- The new grain-ship business.
- Oh, cack.

Maybe if you were to give her
the beating...

I will if you want.

No, it's my wife she insulted,
my responsibility.

Marriage, eh?

It's complicated.

With her pregnant now,
I think it drives them a little mad.

Here's to a boy.

A boy.

Chief.

What's that for?

Don't make a fuss now.

What?

- You're gonna whip me?
- I am.

Why would you want
to do that?

You know damn well why.

Tell me.

You disrespected my wife.

Oh, that.
She tried to hit me.

She's lady of this house.
You're just a damn slave!

She's allowed to hit you.

Now come here.
Let's get it done.

Just it's hard to remember
she's married to the boss.

I mean, nothing against her.
It's just not natural.

She's such a mouse of a woman.

- You're such a lion of a man.
- Gerrae.

- You know nothing of us.
- Mouse.

Lion.

Anyone can see.

What sort of animal does
that make you then?

What kind of animal
do you want me to be?

The kind that will bend over

and take her whipping
without complaint.

I could do that for you.

But you've got to treat me nice first.

Just shut it, all right?

Just shut it and come here.

What do you think Mascius is gonna do
when he finds out you beat me?

I don't give a fuck
what Mascius will do.

Mascius will do
what I tell him.

No.

- Mascius does what I tell him.
- Oh, yeah?

More fool him then.

Fuck you!

What are you gonna do now, eh?

Is that all you got?

This was a mistake.

This never happens again.

Shame.

You and me go nicely together,
don't you think?

You and me are nothing.

But what if I misbehave again?

You gotta keep me disciplined,
haven't you?

Don't test me, girl.

I'm warning you.

You'll be sorry.

Relax.

Where's it say a man can't have
his slaves if he wants?

I can kill them too, if I want.

You can.

You can do anything you like.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice...

I give up. I give up!
I give up!

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

- Atia of the Julii, I call for justice.
- Here then!

Here I am, you crazy bitch!

Speak your piece
and then be gone.

Here I am!

Gods below...

I am Servilia
of the most ancient and sacred Junii,

of whose bones the seven hills
of Rome are built.

I summon you to listen.

Curse this woman.

Send her bitterness and despair
for all of her life.

Let her taste nothing
but ashes and iron.

Gods of the underworld,

all that I have left
I give to you in sacrifice

if you will make it so.

My god.

Now that is an exit.

Come.

Come back inside.

She's dead.

All citizens be aware
that the vassal

prince Herod, tetrarch of Galilee,
has come to the City.

By order of the triumvirate,
during his residence here,

all mockery of Jews
and their one god

shall be kept
to an appropriate minimum.

I am told

Roman gentlemen
do not solicit bribes.

One must offer the bribe
as a gift.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

Yes, that is so.

We are the most dreadful hypocrites,
I'm afraid.

I offer you a gift then.

Help me take
the throne of Judea.

Make my enemies your enemies
and I offer you a substantial gift.

How substantial
would this gift be?

How substantial
does it need to be?

- 20,000 lbs of gold.
- Done.

I said we should have asked
for more.

You must guarantee, of course,
to keep your Jews in line.

They will do as I say,
or they will suffer the consequences.

Congratulations then, Herod.
You have the full backing of Rome.

- One question.
- Yes.

Our friends,
Octavian and Lepidus...

You speak for them too?

I do.

We speak with one voice.

So they will not come to me later
expecting gifts of their own?

No no.
No, your gift is for all of us.

Good.

Wonderful to have such trust
between friends.

That is what I call
a good morning's work.

Indeed.

A good morning's work.
May I inquire what my share will be?

Share?

Share of what?

Of Herod's gift.

- What gift?
- Ah, I see.

Do you?

Let me be clear:

there was no gift.

Herod came here today
to discuss administrative issues

of taxes on olive groves,

of border defenses
against the Parthians.

- There was no gift.
- I understand.

Really, Posca,

ever since you got
your freedom,

you have become insufferably greedy.

Go home, have a good lunch,

make love to
your pretty young wife,

but do stop grubbing about
after other people's money.

Trust me,
you'll be far more content.

Scum.

Bastard scum!

What good is shouting at him
on the street?

It's childish.

You're only gonna get yourself
into trouble.

I'm telling you,
he's worse than his father.

He'll not stop until
he's made our people

slaves and idolaters.
He should die.

The bastard should die!

Well, it would be a mitzvah,
no doubt.

I'm serious.

Come on.
Us?

If not us, then who?

Herod is here.

We are here.

The future of our people
is in our hands.

Salve, Maecenas.

Oh, hello, Posca.

Might I have a word?

I suppose, if you must.

It strikes me
you're the sort of man

that knows how to keep
a confidence.

Yes.

If a man were
to tell you something,

in confidence,

you might tell others
but you would not reveal your source.

No.

And perhaps you're the sort of man
that knows how to...

properly...

reward...

those who confide in him.

You have me exactly.

You're a fine judge of character.

Those lions you bought me
were useless.

Wouldn't pull my chariot for shit

and bit the arm off
a perfectly good groom.

They are temperamental animals.

I am very fortunate
to have a giraffe,

should you be interested.

What would I do with a giraffe?

Camels, perhaps?

Camels?!

Do I look like
a fucking date merchant?

Lions that run!

Get out.

Now, what news, young Caesar?

What is 1/3 of 20,000?

6,666 or thereabouts.

Do you take me for a fool?

Question after question

makes for a very poor
conversation.

If you have a grievance
just say what it is.

We had an agreement.

- We were to share all revenue.
- Yes.

Herod has agreed to give you
20,000 lbs of gold.

I want my share.

Who told you this?

You deny?

Who told him?

I've bought
one of Herod's people.

Do you deny it?

If Herod is kind enough
to give me a gift,

what business is it of yours?

A gift is not revenue.

It is not a gift.
It is a bribe

for political and military favors,

the cost of which favors
shall be borne by the State.

Pedantry.

Let us be realistic.

This arrangement of ours
cannot work if you seek

every opportunity to aggrandize
yourself at my expense.

Aggrandize myself?

This from the boy whose
so-called father has been

declared a god.

An honor he well deserves.

He only did it so
that you might be known

as the son of a god.

You have no accomplishments
of your own, so you --

seek to borrow
the glory of others.

It's true.

It was no accomplishment
to defeat you at Mutina.

You defeated me?

You cowardly little shit!

He'd never even left his tent!

You have never defeated me
in anything.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
let's not get overheated.

I'm sure we can come to some kind
of reasonable agreement.

I had hoped you
might have learned

some humility
and discipline.

I see now that
you are still the same...

Crude, arrogant letch
you always were.

That's right,
just the same.

And still fucking your mother!

Are you all right?

Yes, nothing.

- Do you want to go lie down?
- No, it's fine.

Anything else, mistress?

Water.

- Master?
- No.

Nothing.

See?
Good slave now,

ever since you gave her
a good beating.

There you go.

You should beat her the same way
every month.

If she wakes
before I'm back,

tell her I've gone
to Lyde's temple.

Tell me again about the farm.

What kind of animal
will we have?

Sheep,

goats,

- pigs.
- And chickens?

Yes, horses as well.

Elephants, if you like.
Sons of Dis, will you--?

- What's the matter?
- I'm sorry. It's not you, it's, um--

It's business matters.

Forget it.

Give me a kiss.

Do you still love me?

Uh, of course.

Very much.

Omnipor, I've been looking--

Excuse me.

- Is that--?
- It's nobody. It's just a girl.

I'll see you outside.

That's the daughter
of Lucius Vorenus.

No, it's not.

Don't fuck me about.
I've got eyes, haven't I?

How long has
this been going on?

A few months.

Are you insane, girl?

Don't you know what disrespect
this shows to your father?

I don't care.
I hate him.

That's all very well, but think
what will happen if he finds out!

As long as I smile at him
and serve his damn soup

like a good daughter
he thinks everything is fine.

- He won't find out.
- Will he not?

Him and me are
friends by oath.

It is my duty to
be honest with him.

- I'll have to tell him.
- You can't. You can't tell him!

I'm sorry, love,
but if I don't tell him

then I'm just as guilty
as you two, aren't I?

And what if he finds out
some other way?

He's never gonna believe
I didn't know--

His precious daughter
and one of my men!

He'll have my guts!

It's a fucking mess!

Please, sir, don't tell him.

He'll kill her.

No, he won't go that far,
I shouldn't think.

Yes, he will.
You know him.

He's an animal.
He killed my mother. He'll kill me.

But what am I to do?

You've put me
in an impossible position here.

I'll do anything you say.
Just please don't tell him.

I don't know.

Maybe --

Maybe I can help you out.

Thank you.

Would you do something
for me in return?

Anything.

Me and him do a lot
of business together.

If you kept your ears
and eyes open,

told me what was going on,

that would be very helpful
to me.

I can do that.

Good girl.

It's settled then.

Herod's gift will be shared
three ways.

Minus finder's commission.

Each of you agrees
to consult the other

before naming any officials
above aedile rank.

The same goes for the appointment
of foreign chieftains,

princes, kings and so forth.

Now all moneys received,

including taxes, customs revenue,
military spoils and

informal gifts and bribes,

will be placed in the treasury

under the supervision
of a saturnine priest.

Fine.

And now you must shake hands.

Lovely.

Friends again.
That wasn't so hard, was it?

No. If we're all done,
I have work to do.

You do realize
your two bickering

has put the whole City
in a panic?

I'll have the newsreader
say something...

"renewed vows of amity"
and so forth.

No one believes what
the newsreader says.

You have some notion
you wish to suggest?

I do.

If a marriage was to happen
between our two houses,

no one could doub
all was well.

I don't care if all Italy burns,
I'll not marry him.

It's not a bad idea.

It would be a strong expression
of unity.

And the plebs love
a good wedding.

I have no objection.

Thank you.
I should think not.

We should discuss it,
at least.

We could do it
after Lupercalia.

It's very auspicious.

What?

If we are to discuss
a marriage contract,

it's hardly appropriate
for a woman to be present.

Yes, sorry.

Carry on.

Be sure to leave enough time

for my dressmaker
to make me something nice.

Yes, mother.

I'm getting married.

Anthony and I
are getting married.

Where's Octavia?

This wedding of Anthony's tomorrow--

I've just heard
the dog Herod will be there.

Him and 1000 other aristos.

There'll be lictors all over,
soldiers as well, probably.

Watching the bride and groom,
nobody even paying any mind to Herod.

There'll be a big crowd,
lots of noise, chaos.

It's the perfect time.

I don't know.

You aren't losing your nerve,
are you?

- No.
- We made an oath on the Torah.

And I'll not break it.
I'm just saying we've got to be sure.

- We only get the one chance.
- This is it!

Who knows?

If we're lucky
and the crowd's thick enough,

we might even make it out alive.

No.

There's no chance of that.

We'll be hacked to pieces
quick as Pan.

His will be done.

Tomorrow then.

Come, children.

Yesh!

- What are you doing?
- You scared me.

I was looking for you,
but you weren't here.

Here I am.

Are you all right?

- You look feverish.
- No no, I'm good.

Now what do you need?

Nothing.

Sister needs a new dress.

She grows like mustard, hmm?

- Thank you, father.
- Nothing for me?

I love you.

We need to talk.

Yes, we do.

I was thinking
we should take a little break.

- A break?
- From sex.

Just until our wedding night.

I want our wedding night
to be something special.

Don't you agree?

And we have so many practical things
we need to discuss--

Where we're going to live,
for one.

I'm perfectly happy moving
into your villa,

but it will need to be redecorated
from top to bottom.

And I insist you sell your slaves,
male or female,

whom you've previously fucked.

- Atia, I--
- I insist.

And another thing -- You still haven't
bought me my wedding gift.

I need to talk.

Well, I'm not stopping you.

When and where you are Gaia,
I then and there am Gaius.

When and where you are Gaius,
I then and there am Gaia.

Mater Juno te hoc ferto obmovendo
bonas preces precor,

uti sies volens propitia mihi liberisque

meis domo familaeque
meae macta hoc ferto.

Why so gloomy?

No reason.

A bit of a headache.

Poor Atia, eh?

I feel for her.

I always thought
her attachment to Anthony

was purely practical,

but look at her.

I think the old girl's
genuinely in love with him.

Why did Octavian do this?

Simple.

Octavia is more likely
to provide children.

And what is marriage if not a machine
for the production of babies?

It's wrong.

It's just wrong.

Careful, friend.

Anyone who didn't know better

might think you were
in love with Octavia.

Blessings upon you.

I'd rather eat shit.

Please try to see
beyond your own desires.

I couldn't very well
let you marry Anthony.

Everybody knows
you were lovers.

The public would assume
it was a marriage of mere...

sentiment, of lust...

where this match is clearly

a political statement
of unity.

- Atia.
- Go away.

You cannot stay in here.

Our guests will wonder
where you are.

Well, our guests can go
and fuck themselves.

There was no choice.
Your son would have it no other way.

And he is your master?

He is my political partner.
Policy dictates that.

Policy be damned.
Speak plain.

You love power more
than you love me.

They are two completely different things!

This marriage has nothing
to do with us.

It changes nothing.

Love, you and I--

- It changes nothing.
- Oh, I see.

First you betray me and now
you propose to betray my daughter!

Forgive me.

Are you ready?

Let's go.

- Wait.
- They're coming!

I'm sorry, I can't do it.

What?

No more killing.

Herod is just a man.

His death is useless.
It's just more blood.

If we kill him,
another will take his place.

- We'll kill him too.
- Not by my hand.

You made an oath.

I break it then.

Brother...

I have a wife.

- I have children.
- You're a coward,

a sniveling coward.
You always were.

I'll do it alone then.

No. No!

Brother!

You...

are not...

my brother.

This is strange, isn't it?

Look, I--

I know you're not exactly happy
about all this, but...

it is our wedding night.

Do as you like.

If you wouldn't mind just--

Send her bitterness and despair
for all of her life.

Let her taste nothing
but ashes and iron.

I need silphium and hellebore.

You caught it early.

Yeah.

Drink this...

before bed...

and when you wake in the morning,
problem is over.

How's it taste?

I hate strong flavors.

If you put it
in willow tea,

you won't
taste it at all.

I'll give you some horsetail
in case there's much bleeding.

No, that's all right.

I don't need that.

Transcript : Raceman
Subtitles : Willow's Team
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