All language subtitles for Domina.S02E07.Curse.2160p.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.265-FLUX

I want you to take Germany.

I command the army of the Rhine.

Instead of leading it
into Germany,

I lead it into Rome.

Give this to my brother.
It’s important.

My brother’s hand only.

It’s an exact copy?

I gave
the original to Tiberius.

Can’t break the code
without the key.

Write back.

You want me to tell him
I support Stepfather.

What choice do we have?

Agrippa?

Oh, my love.

It’ll be me
who has to marry Julia.

He’ll give her to someone who--
who he doesn’t fear at all.

Your mother told you
about the wedding?

Thank you.
It’s a great honor.

I don’t want to get
married again.

I love her.

I can’t remember a time
when I didn’t.

Julia.

Gracchus.

Sorry about Marcellus, Gaius.

I really am.

I had no choice.

I never cared
that she killed Marcellus.

I care that she got caught.

Mother, your difficulty

with Livia must be resolved.

Her difficulty with Livia,
as you put it,

was my brother’s murder.

And unlike you, I’m not
about to forgive or forget.

If you want any kind of power
in this city,

you’ll need to get rid
of Livia.

I just found out.

It wasn’t Agrippa
that had your brother killed.

It was Livia.

The wife of Augustus.

Father.

Thank you, Germanicus.

Ballomar,
he’s over there.

They’ve found us.
It’s all over now.

Germanicus.

Ballomar!

Hello!

Your wife, Lord.

Drusus!

Drusus, I’ve had most
of the Eighth out

for the past four days
searching the forests.

We went...

We went on a hunting trip.

Without telling me
or anyone?

Drusus...

My love,
we need to leave today.

Fuck. The wedding.

I completely forgot.

Come on, Germanicus.
We’re off to Rome.

Poor Uncle Tiberius
is getting married again.

Where the fuck have you been?

We’ve been hanging around here
waiting like fucking slaves.

All right, all right.

Dickhead.

Since the joyful day
is tomorrow,

I assume you’ve both read
the final draft agreement?

So, for the duration
of the marriage,

the bride will remain
the property of her father,

and not her husband.

Subsequent to but also

including the day
of the wedding,

both parties agree to forego
all and any sexual relations.

Said marriage,
consequently, will remain

without pregnancy or issue.

Both parties agree
to grant the other

complete freedom
and independence,

outside the performance of
normal social and public duties.

The bride will receive a yearly
allowance of 100,000 sesterces,

and in return agrees
at all times

to abide by accepted standards
of social behavior.

I still don’t see why we have

to have that stupid
morality clause.

We accept.

For obvious reasons, this
document has no legal validity,

but I take it
both parties now finally agree.

To the happy couple.

This wedding’s really
cheered you up.

Well, they hate each other.

They’ll live separate lives.
Many couples do.

Julia’s unstable. So is he.

Aren’t you at least happy
to have Drusus back?

Drusus is more unstable
than they are.

He’s done well in Germany.
Even you can’t complain.

Shitty swamp. Pointless war.

Mm, how wrong I was.

But it’s still the best place
to make your name.

And your grave.
- Come on.

You could have got your husband
to recall him,

if you wanted to.

Soon.

But for now, it’s safer to keep
Drusus and Gaius apart.

Especially now.

What?

Octavia’s dying.

Shit.

How long’s she got?

First Agrippa, now Octavia.

She never liked you.
- Mm.

No, but her death will leave
Gaius isolated,

and that’s not good.

So, what you’re telling me,
in fact, is that

this is a critical moment
in everything,

which requires calm
and stability, but instead--

What could go wrong?

Don’t worry.

We’ll be there to keep
an eye on things.

She’s still at Piso’s.

I know where fucking Livia is.

My men have been camped out
there for days, waiting.

She’s leaving
before dawn tomorrow.

She has to, or she won’t
make the wedding.

Tycho’s gone to escort her back

with just four bodyguards.

Is that all?

Those woods are full of
ruthless outlaws.

Tomorrow, you’re killing
the wife of Augustus.

You can laugh when she’s dead.

Come on, Ursa.
We’re late.

Sun’s already up.

Mm, but oh, look.

Livia’s keeping us waiting.

Oh, what a surprise.

They’re on the move.

Let’s go.

How are you?

Will you not come?

Even to the ceremony?

Hmm.

Gaius, I want you
to come back...

here tonight, after the wedding.

There’s something important
I want to ask you.

I’m here now. What is it?

Enjoy the day and just promise
to come back and see me later.

Swear.

I swear.

Well?

Julia! Julia, come on!
Time to get up.

You’re getting married today!

Go away. Let me sleep. Ugh.

What the fuck?

This can’t go on.

You need to pull yourself together.

No.

I’m not doing this
without a drink.

You don’t do anything
without a drink.

Your affair with Gracchus
is the scandal of Rome.

It’s a miracle your father
hasn’t heard about it.

Even I heard about it,

and I live in a forest
in fucking Germany.

And if anyone ever finds out
where you met him--

What? Huh?
Why? Where did she meet him?

Look, Julia,
just try to see your marriage

to Tiberius as a fresh start.

Oh.

A fresh start, you say?

I am sick,

sick of being bought
and sold and bulled

like a farmyard heifer.
I mean, aren’t you?

That’s the game,
and everyone has to play it.

Listen, Julia.

You need to be very,
very careful with Tiberius.

There’s a side of him
you don’t ever want to see.

Well, here’s a surprise
for you, Antonina,

there is no side of Tiberius
want to see.

"A fresh start"?

Seriously?

For fuck’s sake.

"That’s the game and everyone
has to play it."

What did you expect, really?

All right, fine.
So, this is the new plan.

We just have to get her
through today,

keep her away from Gracchus
and Tiberius and the wine

and her father and Iullus.

Hey, Tiberius.
How’s it going?

"How’s it going"?

Well, my beautiful, fragile wife
has been married off

to that venal twat, Gallus,
and while he mounts,

enters, and defiles
my beautiful, fragile wife,

I’m getting a spiteful drunk
that I can’t divorce

or even abuse
for my own entertainment,

because she’s the daughter
of a psychopathic tyrant.

So, I don’t know, Iullus,
how do you think it’s going?

Yeah.

How about you?
Are you all right to officiate?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Julia and I finished
a long time ago.

It’s--It’s nothing to me whom
she marries or sleeps with,

although I don’t...

get why women find
Gracchus attractive.

Anyway, I’m, uh,
I’m over it, of course.

Gallus and Vipsania
are obviously invited.

We need to keep Tiberius
away from both of them...

and Julia... and Mother.

Nobody wants bad Tiberius
gatecrashing the party.

Does the water go
all the way to the sea?

Yes. From all the rivers
and falls around here.

It goes to Rome first, though.

Only polite.

Come on. We’re late.

You.

I’m fed up with you
sulking in bed

and feeling sorry for yourself.

Drusus isn’t right.

I mean, most of the time he is,
and then suddenly he isn’t.

Mm. Bad Drusus.

No, he isn’t bad.
He’s just impulsive.

With the wrong people
and at the wrong time,

impulsive can be very dangerous.

That’s why it’s bad Drusus.

And he’s never gotten over
that slut, Gemina.

He told you that?

He talks in his sleep.
You know that.

What else does he talk about...

in his sleep?

Oh. Mother’s little disciple.

I prefer your contempt
to your self-pity.

You’re right, Antonina.

We need to keep Drusus away
from Stepfather.

And we have to get him
recalled from Germany.

There’s a darkness there,
in the forests.

Something... other.

It’s consuming him.

I feel it, too.

Augustus.
I hope I find you well.

Allow me to present
the General’s formal report

and the statement of accounts
from the Rhine Army.

What’s the informal report?

It’s a brutal war of attrition.

And it’s taking its toll
on everyone, including Drusus.

He takes great risks,
leads from the front.

His wife is worried sick,
wants to have him recalled.

But his men adore him.
They’ll follow him anywhere.

I need to decipher his letters.

Bring me the key.

I never forget my friends.

Get him to play dice with you.

It’ll distract him while I look.

Yeah, I do love
a good wedding--

the plotting and the bitching
and the fighting.

I remember my first one.

You wanted to butcher Gaius
and Agrippa at the dinner.

What, did your father
tell you that?

No, I was snooping outside
while you argued.

"It’s practically a tradition,"
you said.

Well, it was.

But, obviously, I would’ve
waited until after dessert.

Killing those two back then

would’ve solved
a lot of problems.

Made a lot of new ones.

Livia, get down!

Get the woman!
Kill the rest!

Go! Go, Livia!

Ursa!

Stop those fucking horses!

Get her!

Aah!

Piso!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Leave it!

Leave it, leave it, leave it.
It’s better.

Just go, Tycho.

I’m done for.

Go on, fuck off!

Fucking go and find Livia!

Promise me, promise me.

I’ll be back.

Ah!

They’ve ditched
their fucking horses.

Right, fan out,
and use the horns,

once to give your position,
twice means you see them.

But remember,
I want her alive at first.

- No, no, no!

We have to run!

Oh...

Do the same to me.
Do it!

Where are we?

If we get lost up here,
we’ll never find our way out.

Water! The stream
will lead to a river.

Yeah, and the river
runs to Rome.

Run!

Hi.

Nice mask.

Do you think something
bad’s happened?

No. Your mother’s late.

She’s always late.
She’s Livia.

We can’t keep the guests
waiting any longer.

Where the fuck is she?

I don’t know, Drusus.

Perhaps she’s off uniting
my Balkan legions

with your Rhine Army
in order to overthrow Augustus.

All right, that was just
a suggestion.

Trying to be helpful.

Tiberius.

Drusus.

Gallus. Vipsania.

I’m sorry I missed your wedding.

Mm, I wish I had.

But of course, you were off
in Germany,

covering yourself in glory.

That’s right, I was.

I was hoping to run
for Consul next year,

but now I understand you are.

I’m afraid so.

Well, obviously
I needn’t bother.

No. That’s right.

See you inside.

Come on!

Stop it.

Come on. I’ll be next to you
the whole time.

It’s gonna be fine.

No, it isn’t.
- Yes, it is.

No, it isn’t.

Well, maybe it isn’t.

Augustus.

Livia’s missing.

Take a cohort. Search the roads
between here and Piso’s estates.

Call my daughter.

Father.

Perhaps Tiberius isn’t
everybody’s idea of a husband.

I wouldn’t say that.

Are you ready?

A fine union.

Gracchus...
is your wife not here?

She went into labor...
last night.

Never mind, Domitius.

I can wait for Julia.

I can’t see
this chariot crash lasting.

Well, let’s just enjoy it
while we can.

I’ve never seen Julia
so miserable.

Tiberius. Are you ready?

Julia, will you marry now?

Then I congratulate you both.

Make the sacrifice.

Livia didn’t even turn up.

And everyone was probably
hoping that it’d get

postponed or canceled,

but Gaius made them
go ahead without her.

No.

And so it’s done.

They’re married.

Perhaps it won’t end up being

the poisonous catastrophe
we’re all expecting.

Oh, I doubt that.

I’m sorry I shall miss it.

The constant malice
and recriminations,

the cruelty that so brighten
this family daily.

Honestly, one quite
looks forward to

wandering the wastelands
of the underworld for eternity.

I should get back
to the wedding.

No.

No.

Please don’t go.

Don’t leave me. I don’t...

I don’t want to be alone.

Yes, of course.

Where have you been?
Germanicus had a fit.

I’m surprised
you didn’t hear it.

Is Livia here yet?

Where’s Scribonia?

I don’t know,
but we don’t need them.

It’s all going pretty well.

Where’s Julia?

You were supposed
to stay with her.

She was right there just now.
Can you see Gracchus anywhere?

No. Okay, you check
the backrooms.

I’ll see if the boys
have seen her.

I’m the older sister,
I say what we do.

Well, what shall we do then?

All right.
- Mm.

Hey, have you seen Julia
or Gracchus anywhere?

Gracchus is with Gallus
and Vistilius.

Well, he was a moment ago.

Oh, here comes the dice board!

No.

Tiberius.
Where’s fucking Tiberius?

He must’ve gone.

"He must’ve gone"? What?

Come on!

Who’s going to help me
pay for the wedding?

Or my new beach house.

He said he’d keep an eye
on him. The gods, Iullus.

You need to stop Drusus
playing fucking dice!

Look, you don’t wanna do this.
- Yes, I do.

Come on, Iullus,
get your silver out.

You’re always unlucky.

Let’s go for a walk.

What’s the maximum bet?

Drusus, darling,
may I speak to you for a moment?

Sorry, I have to plunder
Augustus’s treasury

to pay for our new beach house.

You wish.

It’s really urgent.

I’m sure it can wait, Antonina.

Vistilius, help Iullus
keep a lid on Drusus.

You know what he’s like
when he starts gambling.

I do.

Julia’s not in the back house.

The spare rooms.

Excuse me, excuse me.
Sorry, sorry.

Julia,
what are you doing?

What the fuck, Julia?

Just go, both of you,
go, now!

How dare you, Gracchus?!

This was bad enough
when she was just a widow,

but she is the wife of Tiberius,
and it’s your wedding day.

I know. It’s perfect.
I just couldn’t resist.

What?

What the fuck do you want?

- Iullus!

Iullus! Enough!
Stop it!

Get off!

Iullus, please!

Julia! Iullus!

She’s out cold.

Go, we’ll look after her.

- I’ll remember this.
- You’ll forget this now,

unless you want your wife
and my uncle to hear about it.

You idiot, Iullus!
Why are you even here?

I left you with Drusus!

Vistilius is there.
He knows what to do.

All right, so now things are not
going pretty well anymore,

and we need Livia.

Listen, Ursa.

Okay, I want you to follow
the river down on your own.

Keep going until you find help.

What are you gonna do?

I’ll wait here a while,
then follow.

The hunters are not after us.
They’re after me.

Why? Who are they?

If you stay with me,
you’re in danger.

On your own, you’re safe.

But I don’t care.
We’re sticking together.

No! You do what I say!

Everyone does.
That’s how it works.

Well, I’m not leaving you here
on your own, so there.

Run!

- Come on!

Come on! Jump!
- I can’t!

Come on!

Shut up!

Cut the girl’s throat!

Then use the horn
to call everyone here.

No!

Argh!

Time to go.

Fuck, it’s a dead end!

Shit!

Bad luck, Drusus!

A Roman never gives up.

Where’s Vistilius?

He slipped off a while ago
with Scipio’s wife, Polilla.

Drusus has dropped an
absolute fortune, Antonina.

Put that new beach house
on hold.

Drusus!

Let’s raise the maximum,

otherwise, I’ll never get
my winnings back.

They’re not winnings
if you lost them, technically.

What are you thinking?
500 a throw?

Let’s do 10,000.

Drusus!

You’re not some
stupid kid anymore.

You’re the general
of the Rhine Army!

Antonina.

Don’t ever, ever

talk to your husband like that
in public again.

What’s wrong, Stepfather?

You’re not scared of losing,
are you?

What’s mine is yours.
You know that.

Armies, money, women.

Your throw.

Come on.

We need to find Tiberius.

Vipsania’s not here either.

It’s an old silver mine.

Tycho, what happened to Piso?

He was alive when I left him.

He told me to look after you.

Thank you.
Thank you, Tycho.

I was sure they’d be here.

There’s someone in my bedroom.

Vistilius!

Oh. Polilla.

Antonia. Antonina.

What are you doing in our room?

I did ask Drusus if he minded.

I left you there
to look after him.

Yes, but he... Uh...

We should go.

Your underwear.

My regards to your husband.

What?

I don’t know. Nothing.

Gallus won’t let her
see her son anymore.

Tiberius, wake up.

It’s Drusus.

Drusus, you have the heart
of a wolf, and I love you.

But that wolf has lost
an unbelievable amount of money

in a very short space of time.

You’re right. He has.

But the darkest hour’s
just before the dawn.

No, it isn’t.
- Yes, it is.

Stepfather,
may--may I speak to you?

It’s fine. Enough dice now.

Oh, come on! Just one more.

One more throw.

All or nothing.

- Oh, no.

If I roll a double, any double,
we’re even.

Even?

Those odds are not great, Drusus.

- Six to one.
- But if I don’t throw a double,

I will give you six times
what I’ve already lost.

Be clear. Be very clear.

If you lose this bet,
it will bankrupt you,

and I will take
everything you have

and not think twice
about it ever again.

Neither will I, Stepfather.

I can promise you that.

Is this how you
lead my legions?

I’ve had no complaints.

Unbelievable.

This is the key
to his private code.

I copied it
and put the original back.

I just wanted to ask,

is there any news of Livia?

Strabo will find her.

I’m sure everything’s fine.

What?

What do you mean, what?

If you’ve got something to say,
just say it.

I was thinking
about my daughter...

and this.

All this is because
we killed that Vestal.

We didn’t kill her.

I walled her up and left her
to die in the dark

because you asked me to.

And we’re paying for it.

The gods don’t care about you.
It’s me they want.

Oh, and yet here I am.

They’re getting further away.
We should leave.

Antigone told me
what you were really doing...

with the boys.

Getting them to restore
the Republic--

a secret you never
trusted me with.

That secret can get you killed.

I have the right to be
the judge of that!

I killed the Spaniard
with my bare fucking hands!

I earned your trust!

- I set you free!
- Yeah, to do your dirty work!

Well, I release you
from your dirty work.

Go. Go! We’re done.

I say when we’re done!

I might die today,
and I might die for you,

so you’re gonna shut up
and listen to one more thing.

That night
after Agrippa’s funeral,

when you had that nightmare
where you couldn’t breathe.

It wasn’t a nightmare.

It was Tiberius.

Your son had a pillow
jammed over your face.

When I turned up,
you’d stopped breathing,

and if I hadn’t dragged him off,
you’d be dead.

And Vipsania just... watched.

Anything else?

Yes. You’re making a mistake.

The Republic sucked.

It was corrupt,
and nothing worked!

We are much better off
with a dictator like Augustus,

and so is Rome.

Run!

- Ursa.

Wait, wait. Where’s Livia?!

Oh, oh, no.

What?

She’s leading them away...
from us.

She’s here!
- There she is!

Tycho. Tycho!

Oh, gods!

Livia. Recognize me, lady?

Oh, you knew
my brothers, though.

Varica and Vilbia.

And I hear it was you
who got Vilbia killed.

Not interested, no?

Well, I was very fond of Vilbia.

So, in a bit, I’m gonna cut
your guts out while you watch.

Perhaps that might get
your aristocratic attention.

But first, we’re gonna fuck you.

All of us.

Fuck.

Uh... nah.

I’m the daughter
of Marcus Livius Drusus.

I never get fucked.

What’s she doing?

No!

No!

Fuck!

I have
a truly astounding headache.

Julia, you’re killing yourself.

Yes.

Why is it taking so long?

There she is! Livia!

Wait.

Late again?

You were wrong
about the Republic!

Well, we’ll see, won’t we?

There they are!
It’s them.

- Centurion!

Thank the gods.

Centurion!

She’s alive!

Lady.

Did you find Piso?

We’ve taken him to Rome.

Livia’s still not here.

Actually, you know what?
We did all right without her.

We made sure Julia
didn’t drink too much,

and we kept her out of trouble.

More or less.

Apart from Gracchus.

And we totally shut him up.

And although Drusus made
an absolute ass of himself,

even that turned out all right
in the end.

We deserve a drink.
- We do.

It’s done.

You’re sure?
- I’m sure.

Don’t forget your promises.

I never forget anything.

Everything all right?

It will be.

Just tying up some loose ends.

Tiberius,
I know you won’t agree with me,

and Mother never will,

but now is the time to act.

If I bring my legions to Rome

and you bring yours
from the Balkans,

Stepfather will have to
cede power.

We will make him a living God,
which is what he wants,

and cover him in honors
for a happy old age.

If we act together,
we can restore the Republic

without bloodshed or war.

But I cannot do it alone.

It will take
both of us together.

An overwhelming show of force.

Think this over.

Give me your answer.

And don’t tell Mother or Piso.

Stepfather. People are leaving.

Thank you.

Drusus.

Did you give
Vistilius permission

to fornicate in our bedroom?

Yes.

No? Possibly.
Who can remember?

I love you.

The slaves
can change the sheets.

You’re gonna have to do
better than that.

It’s all over.

Mm.

So I see.

Fabulous dress, Mother.

What did I miss?

Tiberius was brilliant.

We totally got away with it.

I assume there’s a sensible
explanation for all this.

Bandits.

Our escort was wiped out,
and Piso badly wounded.

But for now he’s alive.

You should not have
looked so shocked

to see Livia alive, my dear.

Hopefully no one else noticed.

Piso.

Hey, you left me to die.

And?

Tycho, you left me
to fucking die, too.

Good to see you.

Who were they?

Musca and his friends.

Vilbia’s brother.

Someone’s been talking
about Livia.

That could only have come
from inside the family.

They were very well informed.

There will be a reckoning...
with all of them.

But not yet.

Oh, fuck!

want?

This is my room,
you weirdo cocksucker.

Get the fuck out.

I have a very serious headache.

What the fuck, Tiberius?

Tiberius!

What the fuck are you doing,
you fucker?

He’s not here.

So, what did I really miss?

You need to get Drusus
recalled from Germany.

Your mother wants to see Gaius.
Do you know why?

No.

We’ll talk tomorrow.

I thought you wouldn’t come.

I’ll always come.

I will leave you soon.

Before I go...

I must ask you something.

Anything.

In return for my son’s life,

I want you to take
the life of one of Livia’s.

Just one, either one.

Tiberius or Drusus...

...as a matter of family honor.

I need you to settle
this account for me...

...as now, I cannot.