All language subtitles for Rome S01E01 The Stolen Eagle.DVDRip.NonHI.cc.en.HBO

Announcer: 400 YEARS AFTER THE
LAST KING WAS DRIVEN FROM THE CITY,

THE REPUBLIC OF ROME
RULES MANY NATIONS,

BUT CANNOT RULE ITSELF.

THE CITY IS CONSTANTLY
ROILED BY CONFLICT

BETWEEN THE COMMON
PEOPLE AND THE NOBILITY.

POWER IS SHARED
AND ORDER MAINTAINED

BY TWO SOLDIERS...
OLD FRIENDS...

GNAEUS POMPEY MAGNUS
AND GAIUS JULIUS CAESAR.

ONCE, POMPEY WAS ACKNOWLEDGED
BY ALL TO BE THE GREATER MAN,

BUT FOR THE LAST EIGHT YEARS, WHILE
POMPEY HAS KEPT THE PEACE IN ROME,

CAESAR HAS WAGED A
WAR OF CONQUEST IN GAUL

THAT HAS MADE HIM EVER
MORE RICH AND POPULAR.

THE BALANCE OF
POWER IS SHIFTING,

AND THE NOBILITY
HAVE GROWN FEARFUL.

THOUGH OF NOBLE BLOOD HIMSELF,

CAESAR STANDS WITH
THE COMMON PEOPLE.

A MAN LIKE THAT... AN
ARISTOCRAT WITH SOLDIERS, MONEY

AND THE LOVE OF THE PEOPLE...
MIGHT MAKE HIMSELF KING.

PULLO, FORMATION!

PULLO!

SINGLE FORMATION!

SHIELDS ON ME!

GET BACK IN FORMATION,
YOU DRUNKEN FOOL.

REFORM!

Man: LEGIONARY TITUS PULLO
IS A HERO OF THE 13th LEGION,

BUT LOOK AT HIM NOW.

JUSTICE KNOWS
EVERY MAN'S NUMBER.

HE HAS COMMITTED A
TERRIBLE SACRILEGE,

AND HE WILL PAY
FOR IT WITH HIS LIFE!

AS WILL ANY MAN HERE
WHO BREAKS THE LAW.

BRAWLERS AND DRUNKARDS
WILL BE FLOGGED.

THIEVES WILL BE STRANGLED.

DESERTERS WILL BE CRUCIFIED.

IS THAT IT?

I WAS JUST BEGINNING
TO ENJOY MYSELF.

Man: BEFORE YOU...

VERCINGETORIX, SON OF CELTIL,

CHIEFTAIN OF THE
TRIBE OF THE ARVERNI,

COMMANDER OF THE REBEL
STRONGHOLD OF ELYSIA,

KING OF ALL THE GAULS.

WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE OF HIM?

CAESAR!

CAESAR!

CAESAR!

CAESAR! CAESAR! CAESAR!

HEY!

HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON?

HEY... HERE!

YOU PISS-DRINKING
SONS OF CIRCUS WHORES!

THE CHIEF OF THE GAULS
HAS SURRENDERED TO CAESAR.

THE WAR IS OVER.

DON'T SAY THAT.

THE BOYS HAVE BEEN
GIVEN TWO DAYS' LIBERTY

TO SACK THE TOWN AND
TAKE PERSONAL SPOILS.

THEY'LL ALL BE RICH.

AND ME IN HERE!

HEY!

COME ON, GET IN THERE!

400 DENARII? ARE YOU INSANE?

THAT'S A FLOOR PRICE.

WE'LL PAY THE USUAL PREMIUM FOR
TRADESMEN AND FERTILE WOMEN, ET CETERA.

FROM POMPEY MAGNUS, SIR.

Man: SET THE FLOOR
CLOSER TO EIGHT.

Pompey's voice: "MY DEAR
FRIEND AND PARTNER, GAIUS,

I HAVE TERRIBLE NEWS."

Woman: FORGIVE ME.

FORGIVE ME.

I FORGIVE YOU. I FORGIVE YOU.

- BE GOOD TO MY SLAVES.
- I WILL.

AND TO MY FATHER.

I WILL.

KISS ME.

YOUR HAIR.

FUNNY.

Man: THIS ISN'T MISERABLE
EASTERN PEASANTRY.

THIS IS THE CREME OF
THE GALLIC NATIONS.

A GLUT ON THE MARKET. YOU
WON'T BE ABLE TO GIVE THEM AWAY.

- SEVEN, AND BE DONE WITH IT.
- ON DELIVERY TO MASILIA?

- OH, PLEASE!
- AGREED. SEE TO THE DETAILS.

I HOPE YOU GOT A DECENT
PRICE OFF THOSE PARASITES.

GOOD ENOUGH.

NEWS FROM ROME?

POMPEY WRITES.

MY DAUGHTER JULIA
HAS DIED IN CHILDBIRTH.

I GRIEVE WITH YOU.

THE CHILD?

A GIRL... STILLBORN.

POMPEY WILL BE
NEEDING A NEW WIFE.

CAESAR! CAESAR! CAESAR!

MORE OF CAESAR'S
SPOILS FROM GAUL.

CAESAR! CAESAR!

WHAT A DREADFUL NOISE PLEBS
MAKE WHEN THEY'RE HAPPY.

THIS IS MUSIC.

WAIT UNTIL CAESAR STARTS
THEM HOWLING FOR OUR BLOOD.

THEN YOU'LL HEAR
SOMETHING DREADFUL.

Man: A FINE REWARD IS OFFERED

FOR THE RETURN OF A SLAVEWOMAN,

STOLEN OR ABSCONDED

FROM THE HOUSE OF
MARIUS DOLABELLA.

UNDER THE PROTECTION
OF POMPEY MAGNUS

AND JULIUS CAESAR,
SENATE SITS TOMORROW.

BE AWARE!

NO DISORDER WILL BE TOLERATED.

Man #2: YES, THEY COME
FROM A PALMERIAN SOURCE.

THAT WAS LOVELY, TIMON.

TWO STALLIONS HAVE
COME TO ROME TODAY.

OF COURSE, HOW CHILDISH OF ME.

- YOU WANT THE HORSE.
- I DO.

BUT DON'T BE SULLEN NOW.

THIS WAS NOT A HARDSHIP FOR ME.

I'VE ALWAYS FOUND
SOMETHING PERVERSELY EROTIC

ABOUT GOATY LITTLE MEN.

DO PLEASE DON'T LURK,
OCTAVIAN. COME IN.

DON'T BE A GOOSE. COME IN.

I'VE BOUGHT A HORSE.

HAVE YOU?

THE BEST HORSE IN
ROME BY ALL ACCOUNTS.

I'M VERY HAPPY FOR YOU.

IT'S A GIFT FOR
YOUR GREAT-UNCLE.

I WANT YOU TO TAKE
THE ANIMAL TO GAUL

AND GIVE IT TO HIM IN PERSON.

- WHY?
- WELL, WHEN HE'S
BACK IN ROME,

EVERYONE WILL BE GIVING
HIM GIFTS. WE MUST BE FIRST.

I DOUBT HE WILL RETURN
TO ROME ANYTIME SOON.

THE SENATE'S HOSTILITY
WILL PREVENT HIM.

- LEGALLY SPEAKING, IT IS NOT...
- PLEASE DON'T START SPEAKING LEGALLY.

- YOU KNOW HOW IT BORES ME.
- IT'S A LONG WAY TO GAUL.

EXACTLY. WHILE YET A MERE BOY,

YOU WOULD RISK YOUR LIFE TO
HONOR YOUR BELOVED GREAT-UNCLE.

YOU RIDE INTO CAESAR'S CAMP
ALONE, ON A NOBLE WHITE STALLION.

THAT'S A GIFT HE
WON'T SOON FORGET.

- ALONE?
- WELL, YOU'LL HAVE
PLENTY OF SLAVES.

YOU'LL BE PERFECTLY SAFE.

AND YOU'LL MAKE YOUR
MAMA VERY PROUD AND HAPPY.

CATO, THE SENATE HEARS YOU.

POMPEY MAGNUS...

I HAVE A QUESTION CONCERNING
YOUR FRIEND AND CO-CONSUL...

THE DARLING OF VENUS,
GAIUS JULIUS CAESAR.

WHY DOES HIS CHAIR REMAIN EMPTY?

WHY DOES HE NOT COME
HOME? HIS ILLEGAL WAR IS OVER.

GAUL IS LONG
SINCE ON IT'S KNEES.

WHY DOES CAESAR
KEEP HIS BRAVE SOLDIERS

FROM THEIR FAMILIES AND FRIENDS?

FOR EIGHT LONG YEARS,

HE HAS GORGED
HIMSELF LIKE A WOLF

ON THE BLOOD OF GAUL,

AND THEREBY MADE
HIMSELF MONSTROUSLY RICH.

- WHY?
- SIT DOWN!

WHY DOES HE PLY THE MOB WITH
RACES AND FIGHTS AND GAUDY FEASTS?

WHY HAS HE PAID THE DEBTS

OF EVERY REPROBATE
FOOL IN THIS SENATE HOUSE?

WHY?!

I'LL TELL YOU WHY HE
DOES THESE THINGS.

HE WANTS TO BUY HIMSELF A CROWN.

HE WANTS TO DESTROY THE REPUBLIC

AND RULE ROME AS
A BLOODY TYRANT!

THAT'S WHY!

THEREFORE, I MOVE...

THAT CAESAR'S GOVERNORSHIP IN
GAUL BE TERMINATED IMMEDIATELY,

THAT HIS ARMIES BE DISBANDED

AND THAT HE BE RECALLED
TO ROME TO ANSWER CHARGES

OF ILLEGAL WARFARE,

THEFT, BRIBERY AND TREASON!

VERY GOOD, CATO.

FULL OF VIM AND VERVE, AS USUAL.

CAESAR... HAS BEEN
GENEROUS TO THE PEOPLE

BECAUSE HE LOVES
THE PEOPLE AS I DO.

IT IS THE PEOPLE THAT RULE,
NOT YOU FINE NOBLEMEN.

IT IS POMPEY'S
SOLDIERS THAT RULE,

NOT WE FINE NOBLEMEN.

I'M GOING TO SAVE US ALL
HOURS OF USELESS CLAMOR

AND USE MY CONSULAR
VETO ON YOUR MOTION.

- YES!
- Pompey: I DO NOT...

- I DO NOT...
- SILENCE!

ARE WE CHILDREN?
LET THE CONSUL SPEAK.

THANK YOU, CICERO.

- I DO NOT...
- HOWEVER...

IF I MIGHT SAY A FEW WORDS
BEFORE YOU CONTINUE.

WHEN CONFRONTED
BY A HUNGRY WOLF,

IT IS UNWISE TO GOAD THE BEAST,

AS CATO WOULD HAVE US DO.

BUT IT IS EQUALLY UNWISE

TO IMAGINE THE
SNARLING ANIMAL A FRIEND

AND OFFER YOUR
HAND AS POMPEY DOES.

PERHAPS YOU WOULD
HAVE US CLIMB A TREE.

CAESAR IS MY BROTHER
BY SACRED OATH.

I KNOW HIS HEART.
HE IS MY FRIEND

AND A FAITHFUL SON
OF THE REPUBLIC.

AND UNTIL ANYONE
PROVES THAT HE IS NOT,

I WILL NEVER BETRAY HIM.

POMPEY MAGNUS, MY DEAR
FELLOW, YOU'RE WELL MET.

SCIPIO, CATO.

I WOULD NOT TAKE YOU
FOR LOVERS OF THE MIME.

YOU KNOW MY DAUGHTER, CORNELIA.

WIDOW OF NOBLE PUBLIUS
WHO DIED AT CARRHAE.

CORNELIA, YOUR HUSBAND
WAS A FINE ROMAN.

I THANK YOU.

FATHER, MY PRESENCE
IS NOT APPROPRIATE.

THERE'S A LEWD
WOMAN ON THE STAGE.

I HAD NO NOTION.

WE WILL NOT LINGER THEN.

POMPEY, A PLEASANT GOOD NIGHT.

IF IT PLEASE YOU,
MIGHT WE SPEAK ALONE?

NEITHER WE ARISTOCRATS ALONE

NOR YOU AND YOUR SOLDIERS
ALONE CAN CRUSH CAESAR.

STOP THERE.

I DO NOT SAY THAT YOU
WISH TO CRUSH CAESAR,

I ONLY SAY THAT IF YOU DID WISH
IT, YOU COULD NOT DO IT ALONE.

I HAVE NO NEED OF
YOU NOBLE GENTLEMEN.

I HAVE ONLY TO STAMP MY FEET

AND LEGIONS WILL
SPRING UP ALL OVER ITALY!

I CAN SQUASH
CAESAR LIKE AN INSECT

IF I WISHED IT SO.

I DO NOT WISH IT.

RENOUNCE HIM, POMPEY!

RENOUNCE CAESAR!

ALLY YOURSELF WITH US AND
HIS STRENGTH WILL WITHER AWAY.

IT IS YOU WHO IS THE REAL POWER.

IT IS YOU THE PEOPLE TRULY LOVE.

THINK YOU THEY WILL
STILL SHOUT CAESAR'S NAME

WHEN HE RUNS OUT OF GALLIC
TRINKETS TO THROW TO THEM?

THINK YOU I CARE WHAT NAMES
ARE SHOUTED IN THE STREETS?

NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT.

YOU ASK ME TO OPENLY
BETRAY A FRIEND.

I CANNOT DO IT.

GOOD NIGHT.

OH, SILLY BABY BROTHER.

EVERYTHING WILL BE ALL RIGHT.

IS HE NOT PERFECT?
PROPER LITTLE SOLDIER.

- Octavia: HE'S SCARED.
- Atia: NONSENSE.

ROMAN MEN ARE NEVER SCARED.

HE'S JUST SAD TO
BE LEAVING HIS MAMA.

YOU'RE NOT SCARED,
ARE YOU, OCTAVIAN?

OF COURSE YOU'RE
NOT. TIME FLIES.

GIVE ME A KISS, MY LOVE.

ANDROS...

BRING HIM BACK SAFE
OR I'LL USE THE EYES

OF YOUR CHILDREN FOR BEADS.

LYCO, THE HORSE... NOT
TOO EXPENSIVE, I HOPE?

I'M SORRY, SIR, THE
HORSE WAS SOLD ALREADY.

- TO ATIA OF THE JULII.
- ATIA?

SHE'S SENDING IT TO GAUL...

A GIFT FOR CAESAR.

DAMN HIM!

MUST HE HAVE EVERYTHING?

AS YOU ARE GOING
TO BE IN GAUL ANYWAY,

I MIGHT KILL TWO
BIRDS WITH ONE STONE.

LET ME LOOK AT YOU.

AS UGLY AS EVER, I'M AFRAID.

NOT AT ALL. AGE
SUITS YOU, BRUTUS.

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?

- FIVE YEARS?
- NO, SIX.

OH, HOW CLEVER.

IT'S ALMOST LIKE A PROPER HOUSE.

OH... I DEEPLY REGRET YOUR LOSS.

JULIA AND SO FORTH.
HORRIBLE BUSINESS.

CONDOLENCES, REALLY.

NOW TELL ME, HOW'S YOUR MOTHER?

THE SAME AS EVER.

SHE SENDS HER LOVE,
DEMANDS TO KNOW

WHY YOU HAVEN'T
WRITTEN TO HER IN MONTHS.

I CAN REMEDY THAT IF
YOU'LL BE MY COURIER.

I HAVE SEVERAL LETTERS TO SEND.

IF I CAN EVER BRING MYSELF
TO GET ON ANOTHER HORSE.

I HAD NO CONCEPTION THAT
GAUL WAS SO FAR AWAY.

BRUTUS, ME OLD COCK...

WHAT ON EARTH
ARE YOU DOING HERE?

MARK ANTONY, HOW NICE.

I'VE BEEN VISITING
MY COUSIN IN NARBO.

OH? HOW IS THAT
IDIOT COUSIN OF YOURS?

HE WAS...

ACTUALLY, I'M SORRY,
I'M IN A BIT OF A RUSH.

I NEED, SAY, A HALF
TALENT OF GOLD.

- DO YOU?
- SEE HOW HE TRUSTS ME?

- FOR THE EAGLE.
- OF COURSE. STRABO!

GIVE HIS HONOR MARK
ANTONY A HALF TALENT OF GOLD.

- A HALF TALENT OF GOLD?
- AND NOT A PENNY MORE.

DOMINUS.

I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU
TOLERATE THAT MAN.

HE LIKES TO FIGHT.

THE WAY HE CARRIES ON, ONE MIGHT
THINK HE CAME FROM NO FAMILY AT ALL.

HE DOES HAVE A VULGARIAN
STREAK. I DON'T MIND IT.

WHAT IS THIS ABOUT THE EAGLE?

MY PERSONAL STANDARD
WAS STOLEN BY BRIGANDS.

A BAD BUSINESS.

THE LEGIONS WERE ALREADY HOMESICK
AND SURLY WHEN THE EAGLE WAS TAKEN,

NOW THEY'RE POSITIVELY MUTINOUS.

THE MEN THINK IT'S A
SURE SIGN OF MY DOOM,

AND THEY'RE CLAMORING
LIKE GEESE FOR DISBANDMENT.

THEY DID NOT SEEM SO UNHAPPY.

WELL, THEY NEVER FLAUNT THEIR
DISCONTENT. GETS THEM WHIPPED.

I TELL YOU, BRUTUS,
I'M AT MY WIT'S END.

MASTER OCTAVIAN...

VASIO IS ONLY A FEW MORE MILES.

DO NOT TOUCH ME
WITHOUT PERMISSION.

WATER.

LUCIUS VORENUS.

YOU HAVE A BRAIN.

SO THE TRIBUNES SAY.

SO TELL ME, IF IT WERE YOU WHO
HAD TO RETRIEVE CAESAR'S EAGLE,

HOW WOULD YOU GO ABOUT IT?

UH, I'D TAKE CAPTIVES
FROM EVERY TRIBE IN GAUL

AND CRUCIFY THEM ONE BY ONE

UNTIL SOMEONE TELLS
ME WHERE THE EAGLE IS.

THEN, I WOULD GO IN QUICK
AND QUIET WITH ONE OR TWO MEN

AND... STEAL IT BACK.

GOOD. WE ARE OF ONE MIND.

- DO IT.
- DO IT, SIR?

WELL, I BELIEVE THERE'S A TORTURE
DETACHMENT WITH THE THIRD,

BUT YOU MAY CHOOSE
YOUR OWN MEN IF YOU WISH.

THERE'S A QUARTER TALENT
THERE, FOR BRIBES AND SUCH.

- SPEND IT WISELY.
- SIR.

NO! PLEASE LET ME DOWN!

LET ME DOWN!

LET ME DOWN! I KNOW... I
KNOW WHERE THE EAGLE IS.

- SPEAK.
- THE BLUE SPANIARDS,

THEY CAME TO STAY
FOR ONE NIGHT...

AND THEN RODE TO
THE CADURCI LANDS.

PLEASE! PLEASE
PLEASE. LET ME DOWN.

CADURCI.

FORTUNE PISSES ON ME.

- PLEASE LET ME DOWN!
- TAKE THEM DOWN.

FORCULUS,

IF YOU BE THE RIGHT GOD
FOR THE BUSINESS HERE,

I CALL ON YOU TO HELP ME.

IF YOU WILL OPEN THIS DOOR,

THEN I WILL KILL FOR
YOU A FINE WHITE LAMB,

OR, FAILING THAT, IF I COULDN'T
GET A GOOD ONE AT A DECENT PRICE,

THEN SIX PIGEONS.

THIS, FORCULUS, I VOW TO YOU.

LEGIONARY TITUS PULLO, STAND UP.

- WHAT'S HE DOING HERE?
- YOU ARE TO BE RELEASED
TO THE COMMAND OF

SECOND SPEAR CENTURION
LUCIUS VORENUS.

DO YOUR DUTY TO HIS SATISFACTION, AND
YOU'LL BE SPARED DAMNATION IN THE ARENA.

I WON'T EVEN STAND NEXT TO THIS SHORT-ASSED
SHIT, LEAVE ALONE SERVE UNDER HIM.

I'LL STAY HERE,
THANKS VERY MUCH.

THESE ORDERS COME DIRECT FROM
HIS EXCELLENCY MARK ANTONY HIMSELF.

YOU ARE TO RETRIEVE
CAESAR'S EAGLE.

ME, RETRIEVE CAESAR'S EAGLE?

- BRUTUS?
- MAMA!

YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW
GOOD IT IS TO BE HOME.

YOU'RE AS BROWN AS A BEAN.

IT MAKES ME LOOK
QUITE SOLDIERLY THOUGH.

IT DOES, IT DOES.

- HOW IS COUSIN MARCELLUS?
- TEDIOUS BUT HEALTHY.

- AND CAESAR?
- WHO?

DON'T BE CRUEL.

IS HE WELL? DID HE ASK OF ME?

DID HE? I CAN'T RECALL.

I THINK NOT.

HE DID WRITE YOU
A LETTER THOUGH.

OH, YOU BEAST.

Caesar's voice: "DEAREST SERVILIA,
FORGIVE MY LONG SILENCE.

THESE LAST LONG MONTHS WERE
ALL BLOOD AND IRON AND MUD,

AND NO TIME FOR
LETTERS TO FRIENDS.

BE SURE THAT I HAVE BEEN THINKING
OF YOU WITH GREAT AFFECTION.

I LONG TO BE TOGETHER
AND ALONE WITH YOU."

"GREAT AFFECTION."

LONGS TO BE ALONE WITH YOU.

YOU THINK HE SAYS
SUCH THINGS TO HIS WIFE?

"AFFECTION"? WHAT'S THAT?

HE COULD NOT SAY "LOVE."

WOULD YOU HAVE HIM PLUCK A HARP?

HE'S A SOLDIER, NOT A POET.

THE DAY DWINDLES.

OUR GUESTS WILL BE ARRIVING.

Pullo: YOU RIDE WELL,
ALMOST AS WELL AS ME.

PULLO, YOU WILL
ADDRESS ME CORRECTLY.

ALMOST AS WELL AS ME, SIR.

ME, I'M A NATURAL. MY FATHER
WAS AN UBIAN PROBABLY.

WHERE DID YOU
LEARN TO RIDE SO NICE?

PLEASE YOURSELF. ONLY
TRYING TO BE PLEASANT.

MY MOTHER'S PEOPLE
RAISED HORSES IN MUTINA.

MUTINA, NEAR REGGIUM?
UP ROUND THERE?

- UP THERE.
- GOOD COUNTRY.

LISTEN, SIR, THANK YOU,
FOR TAKING ME ON THIS JOB.

- A NOBLE WAY
TO MAKE AMENDS.
- AMENDS?

FOR GETTING ME INTO THIS
CAC BY CALLING ME NAMES.

- THINK NOTHING OF IT.
- NEVER. I WON'T FORGET.

TITUS PULLO NEVER
FORGETS A FAVOR.

- HAH!
- WHAT YOU MEAN, "HAH"?

WHAT DO YOU THINK OUR
CHANCES ARE OF FINDING THE EAGLE?

"13th NEVER FAILS," EH?

LITTLE OR NO CHANCE. THE
EAGLE MIGHT BE ANYWHERE.

BURIED, MELTED DOWN,
SUNK TO BOTTOM OF THE SEA.

WE ARE HUNTING A
BLACK DOG IN THE NIGHT.

AND NOT FINDING THE EAGLE
IS MUCH THE SAME AS LOSING IT.

WE WILL BE DISGRACED.
NOW, I CHOSE YOU

BECAUSE YOU ARE DISGRACED
ALREADY AND CONDEMNED TO DIE.

SO YOU WEREN'T MAKING
AMENDS AT ALL, THEN?

PULLO, IN EFFECT,
YOU'RE DEAD ALREADY.

THE LOSS OF ONE DRUNKEN FOOL
DOES LITTLE DAMAGE TO THE LEGION.

IF I'M DEAD ALREADY THEN, SIR,

YOU SHOULD TAKE CARE
HOW YOU SPEAK TO ME.

IF I'VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE,

WHAT'S TO STOP ME
CUTTING YOU INTO LITTLE GOBS

AND RIDING OFF, EH?

WHAT'S TO STOP ME, SIR?

WELL, IF YOUR HONOR AS A
SOLDIER OF THE 13th ISN'T ENOUGH,

THEN I'LL HAVE TO RELY ON
MY SUPERIOR FIGHTING SKILLS.

- SUPERIOR FIGHTING SKILLS?
- MMM.

VERY GOOD.

AND OF COURSE, YOU HAVE TO
IMAGINE LONG HAIR DOWN TO HERE,

HUGE MOUSTACHES, THE
MOST HORRIFIC STENCH.

THEY EAT ONLY RAW
MEAT AND NEVER WASH.

OH, THEY DO HAVE ONE
ADMIRABLE CUSTOM.

THEY SETTLE THEIR
POLITICAL DISPUTES

BY SINGLE COMBAT TO THE DEATH.

- EXCELLENT IDEA.
- ISN'T IT?

MOTHER IS ALWAYS NAGGING
ME TO ATTEND POLITICS.

WELL, IT'S BEEN OUR
FAMILY'S TRADITION

AND DUTY FOR... 500 YEARS.

IT IS SUCH DREADFULLY
DULL STUFF.

NOW YOU SEE, IF OUR SENATE
CONDUCTED BUSINESS IN THE GERMAN STYLE,

I SHOULD CERTAINLY GO AND WATCH.

YEAH, NO TEDIOUS LAWSUITS
AND ENDLESS DEBATES,

JUST SWORDS, DAGGERS...

- MUCH MORE ENTERTAINING.
- BRUTUS, A WORD.

TELL ME, YOU ARE A GOOD JUDGE.

HOW IS MY DEAR FRIEND CAESAR?

WELL, HE IS... HE'S
BEEN BETTER, I THINK.

- MMM?
- MMM.

VERY... VERY WEARY,
TO BE HONEST.

- A LITTLE DEMORALIZED.
- CAESAR DEMORALIZED? NEVER.

HIS STANDARD WAS STOLEN.

HOW DID HE LET A FOOLISH
THING LIKE THAT HAPPEN?

I DON'T KNOW, BUT HIS MEN
ARE IN AN UPROAR ABOUT IT...

YOU KNOW HOW PLEBIANS
CAN BE ABOUT SUCH THINGS...

DESPERATE TO COME
HOME, MUTINOUS.

I HAD HEARD THERE
WAS SOME DISCONTENT,

BUT MUTINOUS? HARD TO BELIEVE.

CAN YOU IMAGINE?

AFTER ALL HE HAS DONE FOR THEM,

HE IS NOT SURE
WHETHER THEY WILL...

WILL FIGHT FOR HIM ANYMORE.

AND THE LOWER CLASSES HAVE A
VERY VERY CRUDE SENSE OF LOYALTY.

- NO OFFENSE.
- EH?

I DON'T MEAN YOU.
YOU ARE LOWER CLASS,

BUT THAT IS TO SAY, THE LOWER
CLASS IN GENERAL, HOWEVER...

A VERY CRUDE SENSE OF LOYALTY.

EXCUSE ME.

Caesar's voice: "MY DEAR NIECE,

I HOPE YOU AND THE
CHILDREN ARE WELL.

I HAVE A TASK FOR YOU.

POLICY DICTATES I GIVE
A NEW WIFE TO POMPEY,

BUT I HAVE BEEN GONE TOO LONG
TO KNOW WHO AMONG THE FEMALES

OF OUR FAMILY WOULD BE SUITABLE.

I WOULD ASK CALPURNIA, BUT
THOUGH AN EXCELLENT WIFE,

SHE HAS NO EYE FOR
THIS KIND OF BUSINESS.

DO ME THE FAVOR OF
SELECTING WHICHEVER GIRL

YOU THINK MOST LIKELY TO PLEASE

AND OFFER HER
TO HIM IN MY NAME."

EXCUSE ME, I WAS FAR AWAY.

CAESAR HAS NO BAD
NEWS FOR YOU, I HOPE.

NO, NOT AT ALL. NOT AT ALL.

- WHAT A LOVELY PARTY.
- THANK YOU.

NOT AS LOVELY AS YOU
LOOK IN THAT DRESS.

SHH.

AND OCTAVIA... BEAUTIFUL.

WELL, I TRY.

SHE WILL INSIST ON SLOUCHING.

WHERE'S OCTAVIAN?

- HE'S IN GAUL.
- OH.

GREAT MOTHER SAYS NO
HARM SHALL COME TO YOUR BOY.

GOOD.

TELL ME NOW, HOW
GOES YOUR MARRIAGE?

GLABIUS IS A GOOD MAN.

YOU SURPRISE ME. I ALWAYS THOUGHT
THERE WERE DIFFICULTIES BETWEEN YOU.

MUST YOU ALWAYS
HAVE A NEEDLE IN HAND?

I WAS ONLY ASKING.
EXCUSE MY CURIOSITY.

THERE WERE SOME
DIFFICULTIES IN THE PAST,

BUT WE OVERCAME THEM.

WE LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH.

WELL, THAT'S A
SHAME. NOW I FEEL BAD.

I THOUGHT YOU'D BE OVERJOYED.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

UNCLE JULIUS
INTENDS TO MARRY YOU

TO POMPEY MAGNUS.

- UNCLE JULIUS INTENDS...
- I KNOW POMPEY IS A TOUCH LOW IN MANNER,

BUT I'M TOLD HE'S A
PERFECTLY ADEQUATE LOVER.

AND YOU SHALL BE THE
FIRST WOMAN IN ROME.

WE SHALL HAVE TO GET YOU
DIVORCED FROM GLABIUS, OBVIOUSLY.

QUICK AS POSS.

I WILL NOT DO IT. I
LOVE MY HUSBAND.

IF YOU DO NOT DIVORCE
GLABIUS WILLINGLY,

THEN CAESAR WILL ASK
GLABIUS TO DIVORCE YOU.

- AND GLABIUS WILL REFUSE.
- DOUBTLESS, AND THEN
HE'LL BE KILLED.

AND DOES ANYBODY
WANT THAT TO HAPPEN?

CAESAR WOULD NOT DO THAT.

THE MAN'S BEEN IN
GAUL FOR EIGHT YEARS.

HE'S PRACTICALLY A WILD BEAST.

THE MAN HAS TEARS IN HIS EYES.

TEARS.

HE LOVES ME.

A WOMANISH HUSBAND
IS NO USE TO ANYONE.

AND YOUR SERVANTS! WHAT A FUSS!

I THINK YOU FEED THEM TOO MUCH.

A LITTLE MORE
ARSENIC, I THINK, GAIA.

TRY TO LOOK A LITTLE
MORE CHEERFUL, OCTAVIA.

- IT'S FOR THE GOOD
OF THE FAMILY.
- I DON'T CARE.

YOU AND I AND YOUR BROTHER
ARE ALONE IN THE WORLD.

WE HAVE TO BE STRONG.

WE ARE NOT ALONE. CAESAR IS...

CAESAR IS IN GAUL.
POMPEY IS HERE.

COURAGE, MY LOVE.

THE PARTHIANS WERE
THREATENING MY LEFT FLANK.

BUT SO, RATHER THAN
SHORTEN THE LINE

AS WOULD BE CONVENTIONAL,

I SENT IN MY CAVALRY RESERVE
AND OUTFLANKED THE FLANKERS.

BRAVO, MAGNUS. MASTERLY.

IS HE NOT, OCTAVIA, MASTERLY?

MASTERLY.

Atia: MAGNUS, TELL ME
SOMETHING, AND BE HONEST.

DOES MY DAUGHTER PLEASE YOU?

VERY PLEASING, NO DOUBT.

THEN I CAN TELL YOU THAT CAESAR,

AS A TOKEN OF HIS
ABIDING FRIENDSHIP,

WOULD LIKE TO OFFER
HER TO YOU IN MARRIAGE.

AH. AHEM.

SHE IS NOT MARRIED
TO YOUNG GLABIUS?

DIVORCED.

AH.

- PERHAPS YOU NEED
TIME TO THINK.
- EXCUSE ME,

I WAS TAKEN UNAWARES.

HOW COULD I REFUSE SUCH A
WORTHY AND DIGNIFIED BRIDE?

- CAESAR IS
FAR TOO GENEROUS.
- EXCELLENT.

WE WOULD HAVE TO
WAIT UNTIL NEXT MONTH

FOR AN ACTUAL
CEREMONY, OF COURSE,

WHEN JULIA'S MOURNING
DAYS ARE OVER.

OF COURSE, OF COURSE.
BUT YOU MAY TAKE

YOUR BETROTHAL
PRIVILEGES ANY TIME YOU WISH.

NOW, IF YOU LIKE.

- REALLY, THAT'S NOT NECESSARY.
- DON'T BE SILLY.

OCTAVIA WOULD LOVE TO.

THERE'S NO NEED FOR SHYNESS.

WE'RE ALL FAMILY NOW, AFTER ALL.

BRITISH WOMEN... NOW,
THAT'S SAVAGE CUNNY.

YOU HAVE TO HUNT
THEM DOWN LIKE DEER.

MIND, ONCE YOU
GET THEM UNDER YOU,

SLACK AS YOUR BEST
NARBO SCORTUM.

DO YOU CARE FOR
NOTHING BUT WOMEN?

WHAT ELSE IS THERE?
FOOD, I SUPPOSE.

YOU DON'T LIKE WOMEN?

OF COURSE I DO.

I'M MARRIED TO ONE.

- I HAVE A WIFE, NIOBE.
- I SEE. CENTURIONS
CAN MARRY THEN?

I RECEIVED A SPECIAL
DISPENSATION.

A SPECIAL DISPENSATION?
SHE MUST BE SOME GOOD...

WOMAN.

SHE IS.

BEEN A WHILE SINCE
YOU'VE SEEN HER THEN?

SEVEN YEARS, 140 DAYS.

THAT'S HARD. MAY
FORTUNE SMILE ON YOU.

ME, I HAVE SIMPLER TASTES.

I LIKE TO KILL MY
ENEMY, TAKE THEIR GOLD

AND ENJOY THEIR WOMEN.

THAT'S IT. WHY TIE
YOURSELF TO ONE?

WHERE'S THE FLAVOR?
WHERE'S THE JOY?

WHEN WAS THE LAST
TIME YOU HAD A WOMAN

WHO WASN'T CRYING
OR WANTING PAYMENT?

YOU'RE ON FIRST WATCH. WAKE
ME WHEN THE MOON'S AT THE ZENITH.

RIGHT YOU ARE, SIR.

Vorenus: HALT!

HALT!

SONS OF DIS!

THEY WEREN'T SUCH
GOOD HORSES ANYWAY.

MY PEOPLE FOUGHT
AT ZAMA AND MAGNESIA,

MY FATHER RODE WITH SULLA,
AND I'M REDUCED TO THIS...

UNHORSED AND ROBBED BY CHILDREN.

NICE HORSE.

LOOK HERE, MARS.
LOOK HERE, MARS.

I AM TITUS PULLO. THESE
BLOODY MEN ARE MY GIFT TO YOU.

THANK THE GODS YOU CAME. I
AM EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO YOU.

AYE!

LISTEN TO ME. I ORDER YOU
TO RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT.

FINE WAY FOR A SLAVE TO TALK. YOU WON'T
GET FAR WITH A MOUTH LIKE THAT ON YOU.

I'M NO SLAVE. I'M GAIUS
OCTAVIAN OF THE JULII.

- GREAT-NEPHEW
OF JULIUS CAESAR.
- GAIUS WHO?

I AM A ROMAN CITIZEN
OF NOBLE BIRTH,

AND I ORDER YOU
TO CUT THESE ROPES.

SAY PLEASE.

PLEASE.

BE ASSURED YOU WILL
BE AMPLY REWARDED

FOR YOUR SERVICES TO ME.

SEE HOW GOOD HE TALKS?

HE'S CONVINCING,
I'LL GIVE HIM THAT.

CAESAR WILL PROVE
WHO I AM. TAKE ME TO HIM.

WE CANNOT DO THAT
AS YET. WE HAVE ORDERS.

- WHAT ORDERS?
- WE ARE TO RETRIEVE
CAESAR'S STOLEN EAGLE.

CAESAR WOULDN'T PULL
A HAIR FOR HIS EAGLE.

YOU'RE ON A FOOL'S ERRAND.

IF CAESAR DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THE
EAGLE, WHY DID HE SEND US TO FIND IT?

IT WOULD LOOK STRANGE
IF HE MADE NO EFFORTS.

ACTUALLY, LOSING THE
EAGLE IS USEFUL TO CAESAR.

WHY WOULD THAT BE
USEFUL TO CAESAR?

BECAUSE POMPEY IS
NO DEEP PHILOSOPHER.

HE WILL TAKE A SYMBOLIC
LOSS FOR A REAL WEAKNESS.

EXPLAIN.

CAESAR DOESN'T WANT TO STRIKE
THE FIRST BLOW AGAINST AN OLD FRIEND,

SO HE WISHES TO LURE POMPEY
INTO ATTACKING HIM FIRST.

POMPEY WILL ONLY DO THIS IF
HE BELIEVES CAESAR IS WEAK.

NO. THEY'RE AS GOOD
AS BROTHERS, THOSE TWO.

WHEN JULIA DIED, THE LAST TRUE
BOND BETWEEN THEM WAS CUT.

CAESAR HAS TAKEN THE LOVE OF
THE COMMON PEOPLE FROM POMPEY,

AND THAT WAS HIS MOST PRIZED
POSSESSION. A BATTLE IS INEVITABLE.

PULLO.

BLUE SPANIARDS!

GOOD MORNING, UNCLE!

OCTAVIAN?

ONE OF POMPEY'S
MEN. I MISJUDGED HIM.

I THOUGHT IT WOULD TAKE
STRATEGY TO TURN HIM AGAINST ME,

BUT HE MUST HAVE TURNED
THE MOMENT JULIA DIED.

AND ALL THE WHILE HE WAS
DEFENDING YOU IN THE SENATE.

HE HAS THE CUNNING
OF A SARDINE, POOR FOOL.

THE BATTLE BEGINS.

ABOUT TIME.

PORCA JUNO.

Caesar's voice: "DEAREST POMPEY,

I BELIEVE THE ENCLOSED
MAN BELONGS TO YOU.

A QUICK NOTE TO TELL
YOU I HAVE DECIDED

TO WINTER THE 13th LEGION
CLOSER TO HOME, AT RAVENNA,

SO I SHALL SOON HAVE THE PLEASURE
OF PAYING YOU HOMAGE IN PERSON."

Pompey: ALL OF YOU, THIS
IS MY NEW WIFE, CORNELIA.

MAYBE IF YOU'D
SUMMONED A LITTLE CHARM

INSTEAD OF MOPING ABOUT
LIKE SOME TORPID OLD SHE-COW,

THIS WOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED.

PLEASE, I WAS ONLY
SPEAKING IN ANGER.

EVERYONE KNOWS IT'S A
POLITICAL REPUDIATION ON ACCOUNT.

POMPEY AND CAESAR
ARE ENEMIES NOW.

ONE ONLY HAS TO
LOOK AT CORNELIA.

POOR SAD CHICKEN,
PLUCKED AND BOILED.

MAYBE GLABIUS WILL TAKE ME BACK.

OH... WE ARE WELL RID OF HIM.

WE'RE GOING TO FIND YOU SOMEBODY
MUCH MORE WORTHWHILE THAN GLABIUS.

I'VE BEEN DISHONORED AND
SHAMED BEFORE THE WHOLE CITY!

NONSENSE!

A GIRL FROM A GOOD FAMILY
CAN NEVER BE DISHONORED

BY A VILLAINOUS LITTLE
PLEB LIKE POMPEY!

NO...

IT IS I WHO HAS BEEN
MADE TO LOOK FOOLISH.

- IT IS I
WHO HAVE LOST FACE!
- I WANT HIM DEAD.

I WANT HIM DEAD.

AND THAT YOU SHALL HAVE.

POMPEY WILL EAT SAND FOR THIS.