All language subtitles for Boudica.Queen.Of.War.2023.1080p-ENGLISH

Forward!

Go!

Suetonius Paulinus,

Commander of the 14th Gemina
and the 20th Valeria Victrix!

As Praefectus Castrorum
in charge,

what did you have your men do?

I advanced in triplex formation,
cohorts One to Four.

Three and Five in support.
Auxiliary cavalry on flank.

And...

What did these cult leaders
of Mona do

when they beheld
your invasion forces?

Chanting as if
in some sort of trance.

Even when facing
the 14th Gemina Legion,

these experienced Celt
fighting men... kneeled?

Trusting that
their religious leaders

would offer them salvation
against your sword.

Yes. It appears that way, Dominus.

You slaughtered them?

As is my duty to Rome.

The Celt Cucullus believe
in the Furies,

women warriors that symbolize
vengeance and rebirth.

They believe that
a woman warrior

will somehow be their salvation

and end the Roman occupation
of Britannia.

They must not...
find their savior.

As Augustus,
I've issued a strict decree,

forbidding women from holding
a position of influence,

martial, judicial, or otherwise.

We don't need another woman
like my mother.

This decree must
be upheld verbatim.

And under threat
of severe punishment.

Especially in the tribes
of the island Britannia.

Your Majesty.

Uh!

You scared me.

So help me, I love you more
with each day that passes.

I know you have made me
the luckiest man alive.

And you, my king,

have made me the proudest
mother, wife, and queen.

Let me take you, right now.

Like old times.

Mind's groggy...

Neither asleep...

nor awake.

Mmm... You're definitely awake.

Whatever we do this morning,

my noble, brave,
and oh-so-worthy

king of the Iceni,

we do it for an audience of, uh,

several servants...

A half dozen guards, and...

Two curious little girls.

They're awake, aren't they?

Yeah.

Good day my king.

May I join you for breakfast?

You and the entire fort,
dear Ciaran!

C'mon. Make yourself at home.

I traveled through the night

And I'm hungry.

Hungry. He's hungry!

I'm hungry!

I'm gonna eat your bones!
Arrrgh!

How goes it in Camulos?

We welcomed a new procurator.

Catus Decianus.

Should I be concerned?

He's a Roman.

Spoiled by Africa,
and he hates it here.

He'll transfer home at the
first sign of insurrection.

Let's hope.

Sorry, Ciaran.

My offspring have the
savage blood of the Ancients

running through their veins.

Like their mother.

Your "offspring"...

is the daughter of a king.

A very intelligent and
quick-witted daughter,

who will serve as a great
queen one day.

Mornin'.

Ah! Latin study, girls!

Good morning, girls.
Are we ready for class?

Yes... Hey!

Little savages.

We earn money to pay
a Roman tutor

to teach our daughters
the language of our occupier,

so they might understand
how to navigate a future...

A future where
their father's rule

will be a distant memory
of an old colony.

Well, we must change,

if we don't want to be
left alone in the cold like...

Barbarian Brigantes.

Well, I love my barbarian wife.

You have king-like things
to discuss with brave Ciaran,

my love, and I have
a cosmetics session.

And then I'm taking
the girls to the market.

We'll come find you.

Promise me you always will.

I promise.

Sit down. Come on.

Eat this. No waste in here.

We import fashionable cosmetics

from Germania, Gaul,
and fabled Serica.

Some are so expensive and rare,

the Emperor himself chokes when
he pays for his wife's bill.

Excess hair is not considered
fashionable at all this season.

Rouge for the cheeks,

red ocher, imported from Belgium

and ground against mortar stone
into the finest powder.

The color of your tunic
is so beautiful.

Where did you find it?

From the Oppida,

outside of Roman security lines.

It was cheap there.

Should we go?

Oh, excuse me.

We're looking for the Oppida.

Down there.

Thank you.

What?

What's the matter with you?

We should not go there.

This is not a place for you.

We're safe,

the Romans are everywhere!

Look what they do to thieves.

These are not criminals,
they're Christians.

Oh.

Christians don't mix well

with other religions,
so the Romans crucify them.

We should go back.

I'll buy a bolt
of that material,

then we can hurry back.
All right?

Come on.

Ah, yes.
What other colors do you have?

Nodens, god of dogs and hunting,

forbidden by Emperor Claudius.

Nodens is not one
of the divine personifications

in the Imperial Cult.

The gods only granted man

the gifts of intelligence,
virtue, and fidelity.

Some fresh fruit?

If the Imperial Cult
was so virtuous,

why did they murder
all the Druids?

Hey!
Change the subject please.

Look, Trinovante warriors.

Boudica.

Stop that talk!

This is Boudica.

Why are they kneeling?

And what does Boudica mean?

She was a Trinovante queen.

Mother's an Iceni queen?

Your mother's a Trinovante

who became an Iceni queen.

To these people, that marks her

more powerful than
the Roman Emperor.

She's like a god to them!

Did your slave just speak ill
of the Emperor?

She meant nothing by it.

She's a servant, not a slave.

Are you something special
to these joke barbarians?

Vagrants who get fat
on Roman tributes.

It appears you know
more than I, sir.

I don't know who they are.

Come along, children.

Your slave made
a disparaging remark

about the Emperor.

I'm sorry.

A queen can afford some wine.

Or the Roman auxiliary

can hear about your slave's
rebellious nature.

You've really gone too far now!

We have to find your father!

You're not going anywhere!
Find a legionarius!

Aaargh!

Go!

Do you want
to know what I did today?

I stood in front of
a room full of centurions

and had to swear that my wife

was a civil and gentle soul.

A wonderful mother,

who just simply loves to weave.

I said and did
nothing to provoke them.

I promise.

I negotiated
and bargained more today,

and with more passion,
than I've had to do in years.

It was really quite thrilling.

However...

I do not wish to do it again,

so we will send
servants into town

next time you want
something special.

Like a blue robe.

At least for the
next year or so.

Tell me, what does it mean?

Boudica...

Mm-hm?

She was a Trinovante legend

before the time of the Druids.

A fierce goddess.

A proud warrior people
that were too...

stubborn to negotiate.

And some believe
she will come again,

to free us from the Romans.

Why me?

My love.

You and I were married
when we were young.

You have a proud lineage.

There's barbarian blood

that drives your heart,

and they can see that.

It's impossible to hide
it from those people.

Because they look at you
and they see

what you have
achieved with your life.

It incites them.

Fills them full of hope.

Is that a bad thing?

It might scare the Romans
is all that I am saying.

So I wish for you to stay here
and avoid town and barbarians,

at least for a few weeks.

Of course.

Of course.

You're gonna have
to keep me prisoner.

Mmm.

Ugh! Savages!

You monsters! Aah!

Don't kill me!
Ha ha ha!

Where's the honey mead
you promised me, then?

Then you wanted
to wash away the taste

of that shitty Roman wine
you've been drinking?

If it gets me drunk,
I'll drink it.

So, finally, I've found my three
most fierce warriors!

How are you boys
intimidated by our skill?

Ugh!

Get him!

Oh, gotcha!

Raargh, that's what you get
for fighting a king!

I'll be back
at the Crannog, my liege.

You can take my wild daughters
with you.

- I want to speak with my queen.
- This way.

What's the matter with him?

When a man fights in a war

and loses his family, his home.

Ends up with nothing...

Laughter and the sword
cease to go hand in hand.

Hm. Well, you should've seen

the way that woman
used her sword.

She was...
she was so impressive.

She attacked...

...without hesitation.

I'm not sure I want my daughters

to be Trinovante Brigante, though.

Fighting. Never trusting anyone.

None of them
live very long lives.

To be able to defend oneself...

Hm!

Cannot be a bad thing.

You...

You clearly have
Trinovante blood in your veins.

Use that ferocity
in a thoughtful way.

Not in a bloodthirsty one.

Mm-hmm.

Use it to be the
best queen possible.

Ha!

Come get me!

If you want to be a warrior

a Trinovante warrior.

Mmm.

Then let's go home.

Because I have something
to give you.

It's not really a gift from me.

It's part of the dowry
given by your father,

when I asked for
your hand in marriage.

At the time I didn't really
know what to do with it,

but recent events have proven...

It may well be possible
to leave your origins behind

but I think your origins
will never leave you.

Hmm.

What is it, father?

Protected for centuries
by the ancient Druids,

the Queen of the Furies...

Boudica.

Thank you, Father.
My king.

It is said that
the ancient smiths

used forgotten magic
from the mountain mists

to forge blades like this.

If you look closely,

you'll see how the color changes

with the flickering fire.

As if the God spell
of the Earth itself

is woven within its bronze.

I love it.

Perhaps
we rest the blade for now.

Mother!

What are you staring at?

I don't know.

A premonition, perhaps.

Good things, I hope?

The Romans are here!

Legions, attention!

Make way for our
most esteemed procurator,

Catus Decianus!

Legion! Outward!

My lord, this day the Iceni
welcomed you here.

To our lands.

Today, we pay tribute
to the Empire.

Come. Go with us inside.

...Iurat capillos esse,

quos emit, suos.

Numquid illa,

Paule, peierat?

Well done! They pleased you, no?

Dare I presume to ask
whether they have Roman tutors?

They do.

I knew it!
I told you, Maximus,

I told you that they had
Roman tutors for their children.

When I was in Africa,

I witnessed a dancing monkey

that had been taught
by a Roman tutor.

They really are
the best in the world.

They can teach anybody

the basics of culture.

Even these barbarian children.

How long do you intend to grace
us with your presence, my lord?

A year.

Maybe two.

We'll leave in the morning.

You need only feed
my small entourage

from your supplies for tonight,

and, uh, my pay convoy

on the ides of each third month,

en route to Fallbrook Forest.

Don't worry,
my brittunculi friend.

We haven't come
to clean you out.

Well, you're welcome to stay
as long as you wish.

It is an honor to host you.

So, tell me, Prasutagus...

You built this fort yourself?

No, it is a holding
handed down within my family.

I have merely
improved upon it, and...

will continue to maintain
it for our next generation.

Then your family
stole it from someone.

Bought it, traded, or won it.

My ancestors had a reputation

for avoiding violence
when necessary.

And I try to uphold
the same tradition.

My king is the personification

of the civilization
in this land.

Solid, bed-rock foundation!

Arable land that you till

and keep fertile with manure
of the beasts that graze here.

And, uh, soil that
does not hold damp,

with the elevation water run-off

and down-hill mitigation.

And the view?
Well, unimpeded from all sides.

I warrant that on a clear day

you can see all the way
to the Watling road.

You are correct.

It's no wonder that this fort

has been so sought-after
this last millennium.

My British king.

We serve you well here, Lord.

Yes.

Yes indeed, you do.

We're going to have to be
very well-behaved Britons.

This officious bastard could
royally fuck us if he chooses.

We have to be smart about this.

We make ourselves indispensable.

You are...
Right. Of course.

Now, ready the guards to leave.

We'll run raiding parties
for a few days.

Round up any bandits,
cattle thieves, undesirables,

and we'll send those
to Catus Decianus as a tribute.

Knowing these lands
are dangerous

might temper his desires
to settle here.

You're a wise man, my lord.

I'll ride with the party.

Exercise will do me good.

I have such a thirst
for you, woman!

A dryness in my soul
that only you can quench.

Mother, Father!

Oh, school is over?

Yes.

I need to take
a good look at you.

Now you need to promise me

that you will always stay
by your mother's side.

Promise?

Promise.

All three of you, stay warm.

I promise.

And I need you to know
that I love you.

And I always will.

I love you too.

The men are back!
Close the gate!

Aaargh!

Long live the
Queen of the Iceni.

All hail Caesar Augustus Nero!

Hail, Catus Decianus.

Please join us.

I shall not stay...

I feel my presence

weighs heavily on the mood
of the locals.

You read too much
into simple curiosity.

Did you receive my tribute?

Yes. I did.

And I thank you.

You have bequeathed

half of your holdings
and lands to me.

'Tis a most
generous acquiescence.

I'm glad
his lordship is satisfied.

Oh, I have not said that.

As a woman, Rome cannot

and will not
recognize you as queen.

No female is recognized
as worthy

of any position
of governing power.

To do so is a rebuke
against Rome,

Senate, and Empire!

And a personal indignity
to the Emperor.

To try and bribe me

into turning a blind eye
to this wanton ridicule,

this perversion of our laws,

is a crime!

One that begs
to be punished to the full.

I don't understand you.

Well then let me make it simple

for your barbarian brain
to ingest...

I shall not be taking half
of your holdings and lands.

I shall take all
of your kingdom.

And you will be flogged.

A fate shared by your children,

while you watch.

Oh, you look to Ciaran!

The man who told me
where you husband would be

the day he was killed.

Roman gold will make a convert
of the weak and covetous.

Stand... down!

No, please!

Appointed by the Empire,

bequeathed
by the Emperor himself,

my word is law

as if spoken by Nero!

Henceforth, all land
and properties

owned by Prasutagus of Iceni

are mine!

Hail Nero.

Aaaaah!

Don't you dare touch her!

Noooo! Aaaaah!

This was a gift from Nero.

One holds it into fire

then pushes it onto the face

of any misbehaving slave,
thus branding them his property.

N. R.

Nero Rex Dramus.

A-Although, in your case,

the N. R. could stand for

Nec Regina.

Queen no more.

Any disruptive brittunculi

looking to you

will see this mark, laugh,

and be reminded
of your falsehood.

Ohhh...

The illicit smell
of burning flesh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Quiet. You must come with us.

Do not die here.

We have to keep moving.

Mmm... Girls?

Girls?

Where are my daughters?

Where are my daughters?

Shhh.

Were they hurt?

Where are my daughters?

Woah, woah, woah.

Ugh! Oh, I forgot.

Ohhh.

I can't understand
what happened.

You must bring them.

You must bring them, I...

I want to hug them.

Where are my children?

We... are your children, Boudica.

I need to see my girls.

- There you are, Mother!
- Mother, darling!

Oh! Babies!

My babies!

I'm so sorry!

I'm so, so sorry.

I couldn't protect you.

You know...
I fought so hard.

I tried everything.

It's all right, Mother.

We're here with you now.

For your mouth.

- What?
- For teeth.

She says a warrior
must be able to bite.

She stole it from
the mouth of a dead centurion.

Ohhh...

So happy.

You must eat.

She is a warrior.
And a soothsayer.

She says that
you are to be queen.

That your task is
to kill the Romans.

We are here to help you, Mother.

My babies.

My babies!

You must eat.

What are you learning?

We learn how to use weapons.

Must a Trinovante woman fight?

A Trinovante woman
can do anything.

Best of all, they fight.

Can I spend some time
with you, my dears?

It feels like
I've seen nothing of you.

Mmm...

- I'm sorry I've disturbed you.
- You haven't.

Is there anything I can get
for you, my queen?

I've got everything
I need right now.

But thank you.

She's looked after you well.

She is our friend, Mother.

Where are her children?

The Romans killed her children.

She had daughters. Like us.

These people want you
to be their queen.

They say you're chosen.
It's an honor.

Oh no, I wasn't chosen.

I was double-crossed
and betrayed,

and my people let this happen!

No, they mean that
Catus chose you.

When he branded you.

No, this...

It's a mark of humiliation.

To the Trinovante,
you have been anointed.

It is our duty
to bring the tribes together.

To kill the Romans.

Do you remember what
Catus ordered his men to do?

In front of your friends,
your family?

Oh I do, I do.
I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

You were the Queen of Iceni.

You still are
the Queen of Iceni.

These people need you now
more than ever.

You really have no choice.

Wait!

I'll show you.

Neck, under the arm.

Wrist.

Stomach will stop,

but it won't kill.

This is where most
wear their armor thickest.

Neck, under the arm,

under the armor.

These'll be your targets.

Show me.

Good! Neck!

- Ooh! Wah!
- Yes.

This is for you.

Where did you get this?

Catus gave it to a Roman.

I killed him.

And now it is yours again.

Don't cry, Mother.

We can't show weakness.

Bronze is the metal of the past.

It won't hold an edge.

Heavy and unwieldy.

More dangerous to its owner
than its enemy.

Not this blade.
Not to me.

Who's using my training area?

You're the Iceni queen that's
come to save us, aren't you?

They call her Boudica.

- That's a bold name.
- I did not choose it.

I see the brand on your face,

and I've, uh, seen
what a cat-of-nine-tails

does to a man's back.

But how does that qualify you
to lead the Trinovante?

Why should you be leader
and not me?

I'm just Boudica.

I fought as an auxiliary
for the Romans.

So I know how they train,

how they tool up,
how they fight.

How they think.

Now I'm a deserter,
marked for death.

As are all my men!

But I've returned...

to lead my people
out of Roman bondage.

So you'd best step aside.

Is that what you're going
to challenge the Romans with?

Bronze was good,

when that was all we had.

Iron...

That's the way
of modern warfare.

May I?

By the gods,

it's ugly in the hand,

heavy, imbalanced.

There's no life to it.

That's why we don't use
bronze anymore.

Let me do you a favor!

Huh!

What?

What? I did you a favor!

Where is she?

That blade was shit.

Any real warrior
would know that.

There's strong currents
in there.

Strong enough to hold a man
down and drown him.

Now I feel responsible.
Should I go in?

What's so interesting?

Maybe this sword chooses
who it performs for.

How did you reshape the blade?

This is how I found it.

This should be interesting.

I was an archer in Armenia,

tracker for Galba in Spain,

swordsman for Rome.

In all of my years
living by the sword

I've never seen anything
like this before.

Our people asked
the gods of the land

to provide us a leader,

and now they have!

Queen Boudica...

Kneel.

Accept me,

and my men,
as your loyal servants.

I was happy being
a collaborator,

and a wife.

Now...

those two girls are...

the only trace of the old me.

You think I can do this?

You're the only one who can.

Yeah.

Forged
by Catuvellauni craftsmen...

before the time
of the Trinovante

or the Iceni.

The symbol of your royalty...

stolen by the invaders from Rome
and returned to you now.

Do you choose
the royal torque, Boudica?

Put it on.

You must choose it.
It's yours.

In the name
of the four kings of Kent,

Queen Boudica!

Boudica!

I am Boudica.
You are my people.

We are in a time
of extreme peril.

We fight for our freedom!

Yes!

- We fight for our honor!
- Yes!

The Romans fight for pay.

We know that the Romans are paid

on the ides
of every third month.

In two days' time,

Catus Decianus
will lead a pay convoy

from Londinium to Venonis
and then to Eboracum.

That will lead him straight
through Fallbrook Forest.

Where we shall ambush him.

Catus Decianus has
a centurie of 80 men,

Batavian auxiliaries marching
with him at all times,

along with mounted Equites
and Galician mercenaries.

He will destroy any ambush
you set. Any ambush.

It's a perfect setup.

The Romans have been plundering
our gold for 20 years!

I think it's time
to take it back.

Yes!

We must plan a war!

Wolfgar, if you're not
behind me in Fallbrook Forest,

I will fight Catus alone.

But I will fight him.

You're as mad as a March hare.

No. I'm as clear-headed
as I've ever been.

I need to know
if you are with me.

Give me my sword.

Thank you.

Was I the only one who saw that?

Our world is...
full of signs.

She must be the one.

You don't approve, huh?

Your silence speaks volumes.

You ask a lot
of a simple people.

When opportunity
presents itself,

we must seize it.

And Catus in the forest
is an opportunity.

Did I do wrong?

You should not act so willfully.

They call me queen.

And then they question my plan.

It's OK. We'll do this
on our own, girls.

Look behind you, Mother.

What they say about you
cannot be more true.

We have chosen you as our queen.

Boudica!

Boudica! Boudica!

Step off the road, brittunculi.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

Halt!

Halt!

You, peasant...

You were dead.

I'm your queen.

Or has your ambition
blinded you?

My queen.

I don't know how
or why you're here,

but you must leave now.

I am queen,

and I'd like to speak
to your regent,

Catus Decianus.

If you don't go now,

he will crucify you this time.

Send word.

The queen of the Iceni
wishes to parlay.

If you don't tell him,

he'll have you whipped like me.

I guarantee you that.

Hm.

Take a good look!

If you live to have children,

they'll ask about me.

Where is this brittunculi queen

who would dare stop my cohort?

Well... Speak, she-dog.

I'm upset you don't
recognize me, dear Catus,

or has time been
so unkind to me?

She is clearly insane.

Remove and pillar her head

and don't stop us
on such trivialities again!

I'm Queen Boudica
of the Iceni and the Trinovante,

the Celts, the Saxons,
of the northern Britons!

I am the wife
of King Prasutagus.

And it will take
a lot more than your blood

to cleanse the foulness
you inflicted

on me and my daughters!

Catus Decianus.

Yeah. Come closer,

and have a good look at my face.

Something you remember?

Bou-di-ca.

Nec Regina!

Your scar has healed.

My men prefer to train
with live targets!

Perhaps I shall grant them
that privilege.

Now, my children.

What witchery is this?

He was hiding in the woods.

Aaah!

Hail, Queen Boudica!

You traitor!

You traitor! Traitor!

Traitor!

You were supposed
to protect him.

Enough! It's over!

It's over.

We won the day.
It's over.

We won the day.

Boudica, my queen.
It's over.

It's not over
until every Roman has gone.

My queen?

We ride for Camulos.

Governor Paulinus is still
biding his time in Rome.

The last I've heard,

his Gemina Legion
was mopping up Druids

in Anglesey, so...
The timing is perfect.

It will need a blessing
from the Druid council.

You'll see to it.

You're serious.

And I suspect a little mental.

My queen.

But war favors the possessed.

Where are you going?

I reckon I'm going
to the Druid council

to try to find a reason for a...

Celtic Trinovante invasion
of Camulos.

You are indeed.

Yeah.

When you drink from the skull
of Catus Decianus,

your victory is complete.

It's a tradition.

There has of late
been a succession of ill omens

for the Roman occupation force.

Where they predict
misfortune for Nero,

they promise fortune
for Brittania.

And her queen...

Boudica.

The council supports your cause.

Us. They support us.

There's nothing
we cannot achieve.

You're staring at me.

You have your hand on my knee.

Oh.

Twenty years of killing enemies

and chasing their wives.

Forgive me, my queen.

You're forgiven.

But if you ever
touch me like that again,

I'll kill you
before your little man

has had a chance
to raise himself.

By god, woman,

if I didn't already have
two wives...

You have
a way with words, Wolfgar.

No one would judge us.

Two warrior leaders,
a man and a woman,

forged together
like charcoal and iron

to become steel
in the furnace of war.

I am the wife
of King Prasutagus.

Please leave.

You've come far, Queen Boudica.

Life is impermanent.

Transitory.

We all die.
You. Your daughters.

What do my daughters have
to do with this?

They're in your mind,
as you survived.

They did not.

No. They're here.

Like snowflakes in the air.

So beautiful to watch.

Snatch one in your hand.

And when you look...

It will be gone.

Like goosebumps,
the first breath of winter.

They will always be
with you, Boudica.

As spirits.

Love what you can.

Never forget
what it is that you love.

As it defines you.

I want to die.

You will.

But first, you must lead
your army again.

The Druid council have
sanctioned your ride to Camulos.

What if I refuse?

You're free to do as you wish.

There are no rules
in this world.

Except what death has put there.

Queen. You must rest.

Tell me...

Do you see them?

Do you see my daughters?

They're... good girls.

They behave well.

They've been waiting for you.

No, I asked, do you see them?

See them?

We see them
in our hearts, Queen.

You need to wake up, Mother.

If you attack Camulos,
the Romans will come after you.

They will send archers
to destroy you.

I will kill whoever they send.

And find where they live
and kill their families.

You must do it, Mother.

For us. For Father.

This would not have happened,

had I not chosen to be queen.

It was never
your choice, Mother.

But if I wasn't a queen,
we would still be together.

You look so real.

I can feel you.

I can smell you.

But I know you're not.

We are here with you, Mother.

You must get ready.
It's time.

The Romans murdered men,
women, and children

when they occupied
the town of Camulos.

They made it
a retirement settlement

for the senior centurions.

Do you want
to forgive and forget?

We go home, live another day?

Fuck them.

Hail. That's my queen.

Go!

You'll make
a handsome centurion,

Ivan.

You know I don't like that shit!

Boudica.

We met them on their ground.

He was a man ahead of his time!

Boudica!

Beautiful retribution.

It's not over.
But it's a start.

Why aren't they celebrating?

To bear pain.
Tribute to the victory.

To whom?

Marco.

By cutting your mark
into their cheek,

they pay tribute
to you, my queen.

Roman soldiers
have their stigma,

now your men have theirs.

What?

Do they know what it means?

Who gives a shit?

They can't read Latin.

Or any other language,
for that matter.

But what matters
is that it's your mark.

They're your army now.

What are you doing?

The Romans take pride
in their unit formations,

and my men take great pleasure

in relieving the silks
from the defeated.

These are the units
you've crushed.

The spoils of war, my queen.

It's not nearly enough.

Boudica!

Hold the line!
Hold the line! Don't break!

Charge!

Hold the line!

The rioting is getting closer.

It's dangerous
for you to be here.

Why do my people protest?

The war in Europe was costly.

Your people need a victory.

It's not my fault.

It's the fault
of that awful woman.

They were your laws!

Your orders that
caused the insurrection.

And now Boudica
and her army seem unstoppable.

My dear Paulinus...

I'm a musician, not a warrior...

Rome has forsaken me.

Come with us.

How will I defend myself?

We're not here to do you harm.

I have...
only to appear and sing

to have peace once more

- in Gaul.
- No!

Then I shall give Rome
the victory that you could not.

Prepare the troops to move.

We sail in the morning.

They are sending reinforcements
that we cannot defeat.

Our army needs to recuperate.

We will return in the spring
with more men from the north

to bolster your ranks.

What should my men think
of you leaving?

You should send them
home as well.

Because now
the time has come to retreat.

I cannot lose, you know that!

Why not finish what we started?

You could become stronger
than any Briton king before you.

I don't ask my men
to fight in the winter.

Your men should not either.

When your men wake
to learn that he has left them,

it will cause upset.

He loves you,
but you have rejected him.

So he leaves.

Lay down with him.

He will stay.

He would be king,
you could be queen.

Together, you would defy fate
and destroy Rome's armies.

I can love only one man.

What do your daughters say?

It is our swiftness
that destroyed the Romans.

Move decisively
and we can end this occupation.

But it will be without me.

You'll be sending
exhausted men to slaughter.

I can order you to stay.

Or...

have you killed.

You could.

But you won't.

Be sure to take everything.

Don't leave anything behind.

I cast no judgment.

We will see each other
again in the Earrach.

When the snow has melted.

You're the empress
of the land...

the sky...

the moon.

But you will always be...

my queen.

Get yourselves ready!

I want us moving by sunlight.

Who did they send against me?

As we speak,

the great General Gaius Paulinus

marches on his way
to Watling Street to meet you.

Then...

We will welcome him.

We'll use their
overconfidence to divide them.

But these are not soldiers
that come to offer battle.

They're amateurs.

And we, gentlemen,
are professionals.

Eyes held high in pride

are less able to see
the uneven ground ahead.

Boudica! Boudica!

Boudica! Kill them all!

Boudica! Kill them all!

I do not come...

I do not come to boast
of a great ancestry,

nor to recover my kingdom.

I'm here to assert
the cause of liberty!

Yes!

From the pride
and arrogance of the Romans,

nothing is sacred!

The vindictive gods
are now at hand.

Look around!

See your brothers and sisters!

And view our numbers.

Behold how our tribes
come together

to draw the avenging sword.

On this spot...

- We must conquer!
- Yes!

Or die with glory.

There is no alternative!

Boudica! Kill them all!

Attack!

Aaaaaaah!

Infantry, split the line!

Auxiliary...

Hold...

Hold!

Check your bearing!

Archers, forward!

Archers...

pull!

Turn the chariot over!

Turn it over!

Draw...

Draw... Loose!

Fire!

Fire!

Keep it coming, let's go.
Lay into them. Wipe them out!

Ask your daughters
for help, Boudica. Now!

Girls!

Are you going to help us?

The time for fighting
is over, Mother.

Then what?

It's time for you to join us.

What do they say?

After all we've been through,
I do not want to die cowering.

I go where you go.

On my command.

On your word, my queen.

Let's go.

Boudica!

Aaaaah!

Boudica!

Boudica!

You are, and you always will be,

my queen!

No!

Time to be a wife
and mother again.

To love and to cherish.

Today, your name in sacrifice

is more important
than your victory in battle.

It's time to go, Mother.

Yaaaah!

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