All language subtitles for Augustus-Part2

Herbs.

Herbs? For what?

The fever that killed their father.

- We must guard against it.
- Get out.

- Don't speak to me like that, Julia.
- Get out!

There!
It's Augustus!

- What happened?
- Move aside!

Augustus!

You murderer!
You murderer!

Julia! Julia,
what are you talking about?

You tried to kill them, Livia.

What do you mean?

You poisoned them with this!

Herbs?

Liar.

You're a fool, Julia.

Why would
I want to kill your sons?

So Augustus
will have no heir.

So your son
will be Emperor.

I want my son
to be Emperor,

but I'm a mother,
and I don't murder children.

They'll be fine.
Let them sleep.

Augustus needs you.

He was found
collapsed in the Forum.

What?

Octavius, I'm here.
It's Livia.

Julia's here.
Musa, your physician, is here.

I must put him in the ice
to break his fever.

Ice? Are you mad?
Old fool!

Your Greek medicine
will kill him.

If we do nothing,
he will die from the fever.

We must try.

Why? So you could kill him
and my children the same day?

Kill?

She tried to poison Gaius
and Lucius, Father,

but I made them vomit it up.

- Poison?
- With this.

Give it to me.

Why?

Give it to me.

Father!

Valerian mixed
with orange peel.

Good for a fever.

You should have
been an actor.

You always loved
the dramatic.

I am an actor.

In this life, we all are.

Musa, prepare the treatment.

Poison?

Julia...

are you surprised
your stepmother didn't kill me?

- I am.
- No, Father.

You haven't given your empire
to her stupid son yet.

So Livia needs you alive.

Actually, I was just
waiting for this.

Musa insists
that his treatment

will ensure that
the fever does not return.

Ridiculous!

Father, don't do this.

I must appear in public
as soon as possible.

The rumors are spreading
like wildfire.

- Which rumors?
- That I am dead.

Which is why
you must marry Tiberius.

- I can't stand your son.
- I'm not asking you to love him.

Be quiet, both of you.

Livia.

What is it, Octavius?

Get in.

We haven't
taken a bath together

for quite a while.

But if I did,
my body would melt the ice.

Julia...

if I die, nothing will be left.

Civil war again.

Your sons will be killed.

Unless you marry my son
and guarantee

that the Empire will continue
as your father has created.

Then your sons will take
their rightful place at the head,

and carry on his peace
for decades.

Father, I love Iullus.

He is Mark Anthony's son.

He seeks revenge on Augustus
for the death of his father.

He betrayed me.

Iullus will betray you.

There is no other way.

I trusted him.

Together, we defeated
Julius Caesar's murderers.

We were heroes to all Rome.

Today we honor the great victors

of the battle of Philippi!

Gaius Caesar.

Lepidus.

The hero of Philippi,
Mark Anthony!

I ask...

for a unanimous
declaration from the Senate

granting complete authority
to the Triumvirate!

Conscript fathers...

at last Rome has true peace

and its honor has been restored.

The murderers of Julius Caesar

have paid with their lives.

We accept your appointment...

over the Empire.

I leave Rome in the able hands
of Gaius Caesar.

Lepidus will govern
the provinces of Africa.

And I will return to the East,

where soon I will undertake...

Julius Caesar's last dream,

the conquest of Parthia!

Hail, Mark Anthony!

Mark Anthony's
taken all the good legions

and the navy of Rome with him?

To wage war against Parthia
and guard the Bay of Alexandria.

We are left with nothing
but a few recruits.

He is showing Rome
that he is Caesar's true heir,

not you.

We are a Triumvirate.
We govern the Empire equally.

Hmm. Really?

Why does Lepidus have
all the grain-producing nations of Africa

and Anthony has the richest
country in the Empire?

Egypt.

I have Rome.

Which is surrounded by farms
that were destroyed during the wars.

How do you plan
to feed your people, Triumvir?

With the grain from Lepidus.

Let's hope it keeps coming.

Hunger turned my most
precious ally against me.

The people.

The Triumvir of Rome
addresses you!

Lepidus denies us our grain!

It is a declaration of war!

But I, as a Triumvir,
will defeat him

as I defeated Caesar's murderers!

From Triumvir Octavius Caesar.

"In the name of our friendship,

"I ask you to assist me

"to buy grain to pay the soldiers.

"This crisis threatens us all.

The Triumvirate cannot survive."

Ah. He is begging for
a few million sesterces.

Surely you're not thinking
of aiding him.

If the mob turns against
the Triumvirate,

I could lose my authority.

Not if we sail to Rome

and place the scheming boy's
head on a stick.

A few million
means nothing to me.

But if Octavius succeeds
in controlling Rome?

How?

Caesar himself failed.

Rome will swallow the boy.

And you along with him.

I'm a god, remember?

Gods are not defeated.

You're only a god
in Egypt, General.

You've learned the local
customs too quickly.

My teacher
is a goddess on Earth.

The more time
I spend between her legs,

the more divine I become.

Corruption and betrayal.

That was Anthony.

His son will betray you.

He is using you
to gain revenge on your father.

No.

I will not turn Rome

into the hands of a man

who hates me and all I stand for.

I will not.

Julia?

Do you love me?

- Yes. What's wrong?
- I'm to marry Tiberius.

- But why?
- My sons. They will kill them!

What do you mean? Who?

I love you.

I love you.
I can't live without you.

But my sons are my life.

I can't.

I can't.

I must do it, Iullus.

I must marry Tiberius.

According to the ancient
tradition of marriage,

as this spear is the symbol
of the power of arms,

you will be submissive
to my commands.

Julia, submissive?

Let us now receive
the bread of life.

- What's the matter?
- I love her.

She's our way to get to Augustus,
and nothing more.

May the gods bless your womb.

You are tired?

Get out of my room.

I'm in love too with another,

as you are.

We're both making a sacrifice
for the good of Rome.

The Germani.
It's always the Germani.

We must secure our border.

That is indeed my intention
when I return to my troops.

You leave tonight.

There's no time to waste.

The people call you a god,

but they are wrong.

You destroy everything you love.

You have not changed your gown.

If I sleep in it,
perhaps when I wake

it will be gone like a bad dream.

I've sent him away, Julia.

Am I supposed
to thank you, Father?

Well, I'll be content
if you don't hate me.

Why shouldn't I?

Because you did
what was right for Rome?

For Rome, for you,
for all of us.

Agrippa, Maecenas and I

once defended her
against her own citizens.

The city's quiet at last.

Were there any casualties?

Only civilians.

We have been in worse situations
before, and triumphed.

When we had a just cause.
But what do we fight for now?

If I'm not mistaken, our lives.

I'm afraid it has come to that.

Exactly! We've become
the men we despise.

Or does killing starving
civilians make us heroes?

No. It makes us alive.

Or would you rather they kill you?

You convinced me that
we had to create this Triumvirate.

We've given life to a monstrosity.

It defies every law of Rome,

and we are
on the brink of war again.

Then what would
you have us do, Agrippa?

The people need peace!

Go to Mark Anthony.
Restore the Consuls and Tribunes.

Create a true Republic.

We could begin to build
streets, temples, aqueducts

for them, for the people.

I have written to Mark Anthony
asking for more money.

He won't give you money.

Mark Anthony has taken up
where Caesar left off,

in Cleopatra's bed.

He's thrilled to see you fail.

- I have failed.
- Don't be ridiculous.

Caesar knew that
the only way Rome could survive

would be under the rule of one man.

- What if I'm not the man?
- Spare me your false modesty.

Do you have a plan,
or are you just blabbering as usual?

We don't need any more
of Mark Anthony's handouts.

We need the nobility on our side.

That's all you care about.
Your pathetic noble pretensions.

I have no pretensions or illusions.

They are still Rome,

and they are where
Mark Anthony's power lies.

But they will never embrace me.

We are not asking them
to raise their tunics for you.

Then what are you asking me?

Put on some decent clothes.

Tonight we are going out
to make some new friends.

- I'll let Scribonia know.
- Your boring wife's best left at home.

Big bad men with swords

will not win this battle, Agrippa.

This is Plancus' house.

Rather grand, isn't it?
The man is filthy rich.

He is Mark Anthony's legate.

And tomorrow he could be yours.
Charm him, country boy.

Show him that you are the one
to follow, not some queen in Egypt.

And while we're at it,
you're not to mention Cleopatra's name.

This is hopeless.

Plancus' excessively ornate furnishings
are a cause for despair,

but make sure
to praise his fine taste.

Here he comes.

Triumvir Gaius Caesar!

You do me great honor
by visiting my home.

Mine is the greater honor
to accept your hospitality.

The finest sweet dates from Egypt.

Sent by Mark Anthony himself.

Did the Queen of Egypt
have them picked for you?

These goblets
are truly an Egyptian marvel.

Also from the Queen of Egypt?
Or are these from the King?

There is no king in Egypt.

Are you sure?
Kings are easily crowned.

My apologies.

Fifty lashes.

Fifty lashes usually kills a man.

If you would kill a slave
for breaking a gift,

I wonder what else
do you treasure from Egypt?

Do you treasure their queen?

Do you treasure her ambition?

Do you want to be
a subject of hers

just because of
a few pieces of glass?

Enough!

The slave will not be flogged.

I had no idea that Gaius Caesar

was so concerned about slaves.

A slave cannot be executed

without a trial by a magistrate.

I would not have wished you
to transgress a law unwittingly.

- Or do you ignore the law, Plancus?
- Of course not.

So you don't follow the lead of your friend
Mark Anthony and ignore Rome's laws?

No.

So you would agree with me
that Mark Anthony

is breaking the laws of Rome?

I...

Yes.

So perhaps you could
appeal to your friend

to send us the funds we need

instead of spending them
on an Egyptian queen.

I was not aware of your gift
for theatrics, Triumvir.

Livia.

I didn't know you were here.

I only arrived for the final act.

It was no act.

Act or not,
your strategy is impressive.

How is your son? Tiberius?

And what lies in your wife's belly?

Do the soothsayers
predict a boy or a girl?

Do you care?

Why did you marry her?
She's twice your age.

I followed your advice, Livia.

I married for her noble connections,

and her money.

You're running out
of both, and time.

Anthony will take it all.

Anthony will not attack me.

He waits for me to fail.

Cleopatra's
the only danger to him.

Women are often dangerous.

But they can be useful.

My compliments, country boy.

We were trying to make
allies, not enemies.

I have been negotiating
an incredibly advantageous marriage.

Are you mad?
I'm not marrying a...

For me.

Livia Drusilla.

I've loved her
since the day I met her.

You will become a member
of one of the noblest Roman families.

And so you used my mother too!

You had a baby from her,

then threw her away
to marry Livia!

I loved your mother.

No! You loved her money!

She gave me you.

When you laid down with her
were you thinking,

"I wonder how I can use
this child for my destiny"?

No!

I was wondering how
I could stop the nobles of Rome

from destroying the world.

I was wondering
if bringing a child into that world

was not torturing it.

I was trying to find a way
to stop the daily killings

and starvation of innocent people.

Do you think you are the only one
who has suffered for Rome?

I wish I had never met
Julius Caesar!

I wish I had stayed on a farm
and raised goats!

No, you don't.

You know the gods chose you.

You believe it was my destiny?

It doesn't matter, does it?

It matters.

It is the measure of my life.

Only you can answer that, Father.

I know what I have
asked of you, Julia.

I don't want you to live in misery.

If you and Iullus...

could be discreet...

- Father.
- I can't watch you in torment.

As Virgil said,

"Not every soil
can bear all things."

You won't be able to endure
the thought, Father.

No.

I will not.

You are not just
a woman now, Julia.

You are the daughter
of the Emperor.

My prayer is that you will soon
realize what you must do,

and find your own way
to live without Iullus.

I can change him, Father.

Perhaps.

He is the son of Mark Anthony.

A woman changed Mark Anthony.

She changed him...

just as she changed Caesar.

You are a coward! Coward!

Oh, Cleopatra!

This came to me
directly from Rome.

- Copies of it hang on every wall in the city!
- What is it?

He calls me the Egyptian Whore!

He paints me coupling with a goat.

He says my children have hooves!

It's just lies.

Of course it's lies!
Kill Octavius.

It's not Octavius
who writes this nonsense.

It's the little girl Maecenas.

Kill him! Kill them all.

No one believes what they say.

I won't wait any longer, Anthony.

You will attack Octavius,
or I will become your enemy.

Don't threaten me, Cleopatra.

You must choose, Anthony.
Do you fight my army or his?

I love you.

Then defend me against
this little boy of Rome...

coward.

He brought 200 warships
filled with legionaries

to Brundisium to destroy me.

My trust of Mark Anthony
was crushed by his ambition.

Once again, Roman was
about to slaughter Roman.

The peace Julius Caesar dreamed of
was about to die.

Attack!

Forward!

The gods are angry.

There's my brother, right there.

My brother.

He's my brother!

Claudius.

Markus.

That's my friend Markus.

He has the farm next to mine.

Look, it's Flavius.

My wife's brother!

Lucius.

I cannot fight against Lucius.

Kill! Now!

Field guard, attack!

Kill every man
who refuses to attack!

That's an order!

He's my brother.

Kill him!

I will kill every man
who does not attack!

Madness.

I will kill you myself.

My sword is in my sheath.
Strike.

The soldiers are wiser
than their generals.

These are not two armies.
This is one nation.

No more Roman blood, Anthony.

An alliance.

I will give you half of my men
to defeat Parthia.

You swore before the Senate that
you would conquer Rome's enemy.

Can I trust you?

Can I trust you?

No one will believe it.

True.

We need a sign.

A demonstration of our pact.

Will you give up Cleopatra?

- Rome fears her most.
- No.

But I will take a Roman wife
to show my loyalty.

My sister.

There is no better woman
to demonstrate our alliance.

Greetings, Mother.

You're looking well.

As do you, Octavius.
Are these your men?

Half.

And the others?

Mark Anthony's.

The mighty warrior!
The fearless general!

Please slay the mice
who ravage our grain bins!

Please! Please!

My darling sister.

I will, of course,
follow your wishes.

You are now
the head of our family.

Octavia, I'm the head
of all of Rome.

Either way...

I am going to marry the man
whom you choose for my husband.

I will convey the good news
to Mark Anthony.

How could I have raised a son
who has no sense of shame?

The alliance with Mark Anthony
is necessary.

- This marriage will seal it.
- For whose glory?

- For Rome.
- Rome?

I don't know him.

Who is he?
Does he have a sister too?

My sister learned
to love Mark Anthony

and he loved her too,
in his own way.

Something good
was born out of that marriage,

even if it was a forced one.

Her marriage
stopped Roman killing Roman.

Would I have been a better man

if I had been driven
by my pity for my sister?

Would the Empire
have lived in peace for 40 years

without the alliance?

The new aqueduct leading to Rome
will rise from this spring.

It will be the largest ever built.

Three levels of arches
placed on top of each other.

From here
to the center of the city.

Ooh. You finally
get your chance, architect.

This water will quench the thirst
of 40,000 citizens every day,

and it will irrigate the fields
to the south of Rome.

Thanks, but no.

I do prefer something more lively.

To future harvests!

No one can blackmail Rome again
by starving its people.

Well, Agrippa, at least we can
get some beautiful fountains

out of it, if nothing else.

Oh, no!

You were not even mentioned
in his victory proclamations.

Is that a surprise?

He has raised ten new legions.

Has he sent you
one of the many promised?

Obviously the treasure of his sister

was payment in full
for your assistance.

It's only a demonstration
of the alliance.

You sleep with her
every time you're in Athens.

Why did you move her to Athens?
So her bed could be closer?

That is according to custom.

She's a boring little thing.

She's of no interest to me.

- Unlike your Egyptian whore?
- Oh, Cleopatra!

You will never see Octavius' men

until they face you
across the battlefield.

If you help me, we'll have
enough men to conquer Parthia.

That will remind Rome
who rules the Empire.

If our most powerful ally

fights beside me.

I will not fight as your ally,
only as your wife.

You know I can't marry you.

I would. I would!

But you're a foreign queen.

Custom forbids it.

Then the custom must change.

If I divorce Octavius' sister,
a Roman woman, to marry you...

- A foreigner?
- I could bring the entire city down on me.

And the Senate!

Throw her out of your house today.

The decline of Rome
would have begun on this very day.

Mark Anthony was giving away
the power of the Empire

because of his selfish desires.

He would set himself above
the well-being of his people.

Octavia.

Why are you walking?
I sent the carriage.

I prefer to walk.

Why?

I want everyone to see the woman
who was betrayed by her brother.

I didn't betray you.
Mark Anthony did.

No. He simply
completed your plan.

- I had no plan.
- Yes.

- You hoped he'd betray me for Cleopatra.
- Octavia...

So now you can go before the Curia

and raise all the Senators
against him.

You finally have your excuse
to declare war on him.

Why are you blaming me?
He deserted you.

- I love him.
- Love?

And he loves me.
I know he loves me.

You don't know him, Octavia.

Cleopatra has poisoned his mind.

She wants me dead.
Is that what you want?

This was your plan
all along, wasn't it?

- No!
- Yes.

You must use this.

No.

He betrayed my sister
with an Egyptian queen.

The Senate will be enraged.

It's not enough
to declare war on him.

Use this.

Even possession of that
is a high crime.

A man's will and testament
is held in sacred trust

in the Temple of
the Vestal Virgins.

It cannot be read or opened
until his death.

Use it.

If I use it, I risk my life.

Don't you understand
that you have to risk your life

to fulfill your promise
to me and to Caesar?

You promised him his dream.

Now seize it.

If you send your legions
against Mark Anthony,

you'll start another civil war,
and more Roman blood will be spilt.

Do you want him to ignore
the betrayal of his sister? To ignore this?

Do you want him to be the one
to bring Roman against Roman again?

Don't go in there
without a plan, country boy.

My warnings to the Senate

concerning the conduct of Mark Anthony
have gone unheeded.

He has betrayed my sister,
a woman of Rome.

He has declared
the foreign Queen of Egypt

to be his wife.

This is against the rules of Rome.

This isn't working.

They'll never go to war
against Mark Anthony.

But now, men of Rome,
you have a choice to make.

To save Rome, yes.

To save Rome itself
from extinction,

I must present you with evidence

which no defender
of the Republic can ignore.

The last will and testament
of Mark Anthony!

"I, Mark Anthony,
bequeath to my wife,

"Cleopatra, Priestess of Isis,
Queen of Egypt,

"my entirely worldly fortune.

"I, Mark Anthony, regard my sons,
the sons of Cleopatra,

as my sole heirs."

Mark Anthony has betrayed Rome.

How could Mark Anthony do this?

One of such nobility.

I say he could not.

This abomination
cannot be the act of a Roman.

This can only be
the act of the foreigner,

a sorceress,

a woman that declares herself
goddess on Earth,

one who would be Queen of Rome!

She is our enemy!

Rome must make war
upon Cleopatra!

War! War! War!

Brilliant. Declare war on Cleopatra.

And Mark Anthony
will defend her with his legions.

A politician is born.

Mark Anthony came
to a place called Actium,

with Cleopatra by his side.

They had only
one thought in mind.

To kill me.

Ancient history.

Not to me.

The smoke and flames
of the burning ships were terrible.

And then,

just for a moment,

the smoke cleared.

There was Mark Anthony
standing on the deck of his ship.

He was defeated
and he knew it.

The bow of the boat turned,

and he disappeared
into the smoke.

His queen had deserted him.

She had turned her fighting ships
and had fled.

He had nothing left.

Because he had deserted Rome.

I'd spare your life
if I could, Mark Anthony.

I was not begging
for your mercy.

I insulted the dignity of Rome.

I understand my crime, Octavius.

I have lived well.

I have neither hatred nor envy
for Caesar's son.

I wonder if your divine father,
Julius Caesar, foresaw this end.

No.

And neither did I.

The Egyptian religion declares
that death by snakebite

will secure immortality.

Did you know that?

History.

History will never forget
this moment.

At last, every legion of Rome

answers to the command
of a single man.

The peace of Rome is assured...

to the one absolute ruler

of the Roman Empire.

So that was your plan
all along, Octavius?

To wear a crown on your head?

How else can you keep the nobility
from tearing each other apart?

He must be king.

He will be declared...

Augustus.

I will never be king.

Why?

I will command the legions,

and I will never allow a Roman

to raise his sword
against a Roman,

but without a crown.

Without a crown,
you will be destroyed.

I am sorry, my friend.

I love you.

But I will not watch them
destroy you.

So, it's over.

No.

The biggest battle is yet to come.

What is that?

Peace.

Are you with me?

Yes.

What of Anthony's son
by his first wife?

My sister, Octavia,
asks me to send him to her.

She wishes to raise him
as a Roman.

A Roman who will have
vengeance upon the man

who caused his father's death.

No more killing, Agrippa.

Send him to Octavia.

I can't deny her that.

What is the boy's name?

Iullus.

I spared his life.

But not mine.

Vergil wrote, "If I cannot
bend heaven, I will move hell."

I have not been able
to do either.

But you have shaped the world,
and now it's time to rest.

I thought the measure
of a man's life

was what he had
accomplished,

but...

Judging one's own life
is a futile exercise.

Livia.

When did you stop loving me?

My love hasn't died.

It has just evolved.

From desire...

to what?

Duty.

Life's passions
die slowly away, don't they?

Yes.

I'm not sure that I can endure
a life without passion.

Rest now, my husband.

Peace has reigned in the Empire
for 30 years now.

The Republic is restored.

No greater gift could
we give to its citizens.

I have thought of
little else of late.

Rome is the greatest city
in the world.

Great aqueducts
to bring us water

with over a hundred
gushing fountains,

170 baths for the people,

and the crowning glory
of the Pantheon,

all built by my beloved
Markus Agrippa.

We found a city of brick
and we will leave it marble.

But I ask myself,

how long will Rome continue
to be the leader of the world?

We have built all this.

We have defeated our enemies,

but we are killing ourselves.

We are the enemies now.

I beg the noblest men of Rome

to indulge an old man's curiosity.

Those who are unmarried,
step over there.

That's it.

Right there.

Yes, yes, yes.

Thank you. Good.

Now,

those who are married
but have no children,

would you join the group?

I see.

Is the marriage
in name only?

Does the man not even
share his wife's bed?

But why would he?

If she is only 12 years old,

she brings the richest of dowries.

Senators of Rome,
you who are indeed fathers.

But can any of you
swear an oath

that the children of your wives
are indeed your own?

No doubts?

I have doubts.

Grave doubts
about the future of Rome.

And not merely over
who will govern this empire,

which we take for granted.

The danger to Rome
is no longer visible unto our eyes

unless we gaze into a mirror,

a mirror that penetrates
into our hearts and minds,

for there lies the danger.

We lack the will

to forego the pleasure
and luxury of the moment

for the lasting good of all.

If we cannot summon this resolve,

then Rome will fall
in a way we cannot imagine.

I have no power to decree,

but I beg you,
fathers of the Senate,

to consider these new laws
concerning marriage.

The defeat of the family
will be the defeat of Rome.

What was formerly
the guiltless conduct of adultery

should now be called a crime,

punishable by
banishment from Rome.

I fear for Rome also.

I fear an emperor

who destroys the foundation
which Rome was built upon:

Her nobles.

Would you return
to the civil wars, Iullus?

I would return to a time

when the Empire wasn't run
by the will of the mob.

The "mob," as you call them,
are the people.

The people who now live in peace.

Because you eliminated
all of their enemies,

took the wealth of the nobles

and placed yourself on the throne.

And now he's going to tell you
how to live your lives?

Is he going to tell you
who to marry?

What other powers
are you going to give this man,

this old man,

who rules by forces
of the legions and the mob?

Now, why do the soldiers
follow him?

Because he promises them land.

But where did
the land come from?

It was stolen
from you and your fathers.

Iullus!

Your heart beats
because I spared your life.

The water you drink
comes to you because of Agrippa.

The food you eat is grown
by the mob you want to destroy.

The servants who bathe you
come gladly from foreign lands

just to be in the glory of Rome.

Why?

Because of the peace
which these men,

these Senators, have labored
so hard to preserve.

I am one of them!

And I am proud to be a Roman!

Hail Tiberius!

Tiberius!

I was not informed
that you were returning to Rome.

You mean warned?

Why would I need to be warned?

The northern border is
as far away as he could send me,

but reports of your affair
with Iullus arrive regularly,

in explicit detail.

Our marriage is a sham
to serve their interests,

not yours or mine.

It's our duty.

My duty is to maintain authority
over Rome's legions.

You undermine that
with your adultery,

which you don't even
attempt to conceal!

I cannot live with that.

Then do us both a favor
and fall on your sword.

You've wanted to do that
for a very long time.

Go.

I'll find this Iullus and kill him!

No. You will go back
to playing soldier,

or my father will have you
thrown in prison as a deserter.

Get out!

Get out!

No!

He raped me.
It was terrible.

I will kill him.

I cannot live like this,
pretending all the time.

As long as your father lives,
this is our only choice.

Sometimes I wish
he were already dead.

Are you sure?

I cannot live like this any longer.

I love you.

How much do you love me?

How can you ask
such a question?

With my entire heart.

No matter what happens?

She blames her father.

She even said
she wants him dead.

But I don't believe her.
She would never do anything to hurt him.

- Well, she doesn't have to.
- I love her.

- Stop telling me that.
- It's true.

- Really?
- Yes.

Then if you truly love her,
there's no choice.

Well, of course
there's a choice.

Are you going to abandon her?

Augustus will not yield,

and our position
grows more tenuous every day.

Now, we would be fools to think
that he won't act against us soon.

- Of course not.
- Your nobility will not protect us from him.

Your father made that mistake.

We will not.

He must die.

I would lose her.
She would never forgive me.

You'd be saving her.

If you think Livia's
ever going to let Julia's children

rule over the Empire
when Augustus dies...

The children will be killed too.

You know it's inevitable.

It's the only way
to save their lives,

and when
she understands that,

she will thank you.

We failed once.

We were stupid.
Out in the open.

We know now.

Will she let you
into his house for the night?

Tonight.

Then the gods have
handed us our opportunity.

Iullus.

- Why were you following him?
- I'm going to kill him.

No. Not now.

He's playing directly
into our hands.

Jealousy serves you well,
Tiberius.

What are you going to do?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

Absolutely nothing.

But he's plotting to kill Augustus.

What if he is successful?

Yes?

What if he is not?

We will make sure
that Iullus is caught

with his accomplice, Julia.

No, my son.
You will do nothing.

And nothing
will make you Emperor.

Guards!

Guards!

Help!

Guards!

Guards!

Help!

Help!

Guards!

Guards! Guards!

Tiberius!

Help him.

Guards!

Guards!

Guards!

Who are they?

Scipio.

Iullus!

It was for you.

Take them away.

Question them.

I owe you my life.

Get me a doctor, please.

I'm wounded.

Julia...

did you know?

He's your lover.

Answer me.

Did you know?

The decrees of the Senate

are unyielding
throughout the Empire.

For the crime of adultery,
the penalties are specific.

I stand before you...

formally to denounce...

a citizen for this crime.

Here is the written confession
of Iullus Antonius,

confessing his adultery
with Julia,

wife of Tiberius,

for which I demand
the full penalty

of the law of Rome!

Nobody's above the law!

You will obey me!

You lost control.

Were Maecenas alive...

he wouldn't allow it.

Banishment? Why?

Father, I didn't know.

I didn't know.
I'd never, never!

Either way, you must go.

When the plot on my life
is revealed,

you will not be able
to live in this city.

Let me see him.
I must see Iullus.

He is dead.

No.

I have only loved two men
in my life:

Iullus and you.

You drove me into his arms!

I forgot one of the most
important laws for a leader.

Weakness is not allowed,

no matter how much pain
there is for me or for others.

You will be taken to Brundisium.

You will sail to a place
where you will be safe

to live.

My sons.

You cannot.

Monster! Tyrant!

You are a tyrant!
You cannot have them!

You cannot have my sons!
You are a monster!

They are the only hope
for the future of Rome.

They will stay with me.

I will protect them.

And who will love them? You?

You are not capable of love.

Only your dream,
your perfect Roman Empire.

You should have killed me
when I was born.

But instead
you tortured me slowly

with never-ending pain.

They call you Augustus,
but you are not a god.

I am doing
what I believe is right.

For who?

For the Rome
that will live after me.

For the peace.

You are not
the master of the future.

You conquered the world,

but you lost your soul.

My sons will never be like you.

I have already
taught them how to love.

You don't believe
the rumors, do you?

My grandsons are dead, Livia.

First Lucius, and now Gaius.

It will be your blood
in the emperors of Rome now.

I could never have harmed
Julia's children.

No.

Even you are not that cruel.

Fever took them both.
The gods wanted it that way.

And I am tired.

I have done all I could do.

I can control nothing.

I am master of nothing.

Not my life, not my death.

I am in the hands of the gods,
like any mortal.

And if the gods have sent
someone to save the world,

I am not that one.

It is a lesson you should have
taught me a long time ago.

I wonder how happy
we might have been if you had.

Don't worry.

Your son will not have long
to wait to take my place.

Octavius, I...

Forgive me.

Forgive you?

For what?

You did what
you believed was right.

And I know you have loved me.

I grieve for your losses.

The price of long life
seems to be loss.

Julia?

The Empire took
both our lives, daughter.

Forgive me.

It was a noble cause.

Your father had a dream...

and so did mine.

Did I play my part well

in this comedy called life?

The gods will tell you, Father.

Applause, please.

Guided by my hand,

Rome extended its empire

to boundaries
never before imagined,

reaching the heart
of Germany to the north

and the edge of
the Sahara Desert in the south.

To the east,

it extended to the banks
of the Euphrates River,

and to the west,
the shores of the Atlantic Ocean.

The roads I built covered
hundreds and hundreds of miles

to connect Rome to the furthest
cities in the provinces.

The aqueducts
constructed under my reign

surmounted hills
and crossed valleys

to bring water
to 700 new fountains

lining the streets of my capital.

After a century
marked by civil wars,

my political reforms
were destined to bring the Empire

the most precious gift of all.
300 years of peace.

In the 23rd year of my reign,

in the province of Judea,
Jesus of Nazareth was born.