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VESPASIAN: Previously
on Those About to Die...

If the big, scarred man comes,
one of you follows him

and the other one
comes to find me.

(GRUNTS)

CALA: Your brother and sister
are fighting for their lives,

and you talk as if
this is some great adventure?

DRUSILLA: The Vestal Virgins,

guardians of
Rome's eternal flame.

Could you help me?

Would that my mother had
had tears for her daughter,
as you do for yours.

ANTONIA: And for our family,

we'll burn down
the entire fucking empire.

Take cover.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(COUGHING)

ELIA: Close the door.

-(COUGHING)
-(HORSE WHINNIES)

Get the burlap! Quickly!

Gavros.

(SHUSHING)

(COUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN: Scorpus, come back.

What is your name?

Xena.

PORTO: Vesuvius has erupted.

The winds have carried
the ash cloud

over 100 leagues
across much of Rome and beyond.

Pompeii and Herculaneum
and no more.

Survivors?

Fifteen, perhaps 18,000,
making their way to Rome.

A few ships had time
to raise sail,

they're arriving at Ostia
with a few hundred survivors.

We'll send a cohort
of Praetorians

to meet those on the Appian Way.

Food, physicians, clothing.

There's more.

Worse.

The vestal flame has gone out.

(FLAME SIZZLES)

A silent doom from all of Rome.

It was unattended...

It has been reignited
and the Vestal Matron

has been flogged,
her corpse hangs in atonement.

Set encampments. Gather food.

Send word that Rome will open
her gates for those in need.

At once.

HERMES: What's wrong?

That gladiator, the Numidian,

when I was giving him
his prize money,

he was moving to grab a gladius
from one of my guards.

He was going to kill me.

Can you imagine?

A man of auctoritas and gravitas
such as myself,

killed by a mouse.

Step on him.

I think Flamma will do
the stepping.

He's ripe for revenge.

That would be the most
entertaining

way to crush
the little creature.

KWAME: Hey! (GRUNTING)

-MAN 1: Hey!
-MAN 2: What's going on?

GUARD: Stay back. Stay back.

But what has he done?

GUARD: He's excited
the animus of Domitian.

There will be a rematch
for Flamma, earning Kwame

a special death.

-Take him away.
-You bastard!

(GRUNTING)

Water only. No food.

This takes some of the fight
out of him.

(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Wine.

ANTONIA: Just received
from Gaul.

Look...

it's our son.

As handsome as his father.

There's thousands of refugees
pouring in from Pompeii,

more en route.

Titus has promised them
housing and food.

It's the moment
we've been waiting for.

Out!

(COUGHS)

I spoke with Tilia and Soro

and some of the other
fence-sitters in the Senate.

They're wavering.

Well, we're asking a lot
of them.

Their families and fortunes
have suffered

in the Year of
the Four Emperors.

And it is a gamble
for an Emperor

to die and be replaced by you.

It helps that the Senate sees
Titus draining the Treasury.

They're meeting tomorrow night,
in secret,

to listen to me.

(DOOR OPENS)

-(COUGHING)
-(BANGING AT DOOR)

He is not here.

It is urgent.

(COUGHING)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Little sister!

Tenax has you working here now?

Yes, but freed now.

Jula, Jula, I had the chance
to buy her freedom.

I promise I'll do the same
for you.

I am so happy for you.

I wish it had been you
who was freed.

Do you have something for me?

-All of them?
-Yes.

Well done. Go.

CLAUDIA: We've been away
too long.

She's right. I need to get back
before my mistress notices.

Go. Be safe.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

JULA: Think it was this way.

Excuse me.

We've lost our way.

Easy to do.

But I would be honored
to help you.

I have to go to the Esquiline.

I can show you. Follow me.

This is the way out.
To the left.

JULA: Thank you.

The streets are dangerous enough
at night.

I will accompany you.

Please do.

Let's go.

I'll see to it that
she gets home safely.

Do not take advantage.

-This way.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

And so, Jula, you ended up
becoming a slave...

JULA: In the house
of Consul Marsus.

ELIA: And you can go out alone?

JULA: I can,
but I have to be careful.

-(BABY CRYING)
-(PEOPLE COUGHING)

(SHUSHING)

JULA: Tell me about
your brothers.

They sound like a handful.

ELIA: Imagine sharing the room
with them...

At least at home,
we had our space.

Rolling hills, grass so thick,
you could swim in it.

I can imagine
your horses loved it.

Hmm.

I have had this feeling of late.

That I will never set foot
in my homeland again.

That is a feeling I know well.

Thank you for walking me, Elia.

Can I see you again?

Maybe.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Titus Flavius Domitianus,
a man of many talents,

not least of which
is pissing off your brother.

Or are you saying that
the sacking of Jerusalem
was Passus' idea?

I am rather proud of it.

And don't call me by
my brother's filthy name.

Domitian will do.

(WHISPERING)
I know how you can win
your brother's trust

and get our faction
back up and running.

I'm listening.

Marsus has convened
a meeting of the Senate.

In secret.

So, I swoop in,
arrest them all and...

save the Emperor.

You just need to be there.

See it all
and let them hang themselves
on their own words.

TITUS: There's another group
of refugees en route to Rome.

Prepare an encampment on
the flats of Campus Martius.

Provisions, firewood,
urban guards.

Let's make it quick, I'm busy.

I could serve you better
if you treated me
with more respect

than that of a clark
or a client.

It's a habit.

Too many days in a command tent.

Out.

You are in jeopardy, as am I.

In order to protect us both,

I need you to suspend
my confinement.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PEOPLE COUGHING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

Brother.

This is the man I spoke of.

My client, Tenax.

This way, Caesar.

You two, with me.

MARSUS: You brave the night
in troubling times.
I thank you.

For centuries, our families

have been charged
with protecting
our beloved city and Empire

from those
who would anger the Gods.

Yet now their terrible verdict
rains down from the sky.

And we all know, that with
the Vestal flame extinguished,

we are no longer protected
by Vesta and the Gods,

and this could truly be
the end of times.

So I ask myself, brothers,
what has changed

since the happy days
of the past?

And I can find
no other answer but...

that we have a new Emperor.

(FEET STOMPING)

MAN 1: Tread lightly, Consul.

We all tread lightly today,
Senator,

on ashes!

Just consider an Emperor

who favors the country
over Rome itself,

and who lies with a heretic
Judean Queen.

No wonder the Gods
have chosen to bury us!

MAN 2: But he has discarded
his Judean Queen,

and taken a Roman wife.

His taking a Roman wife only
further compounds his crime,

for the Judean viper

still shares his bed

and hisses her poison
in his ear.

The Hebrew God delights
as Rome sinks to her knees.

(FEET STOMPING)

And what of the Roman people?

Our People?

Our clients?

Our sacred duty?

Our people sleep in the sewer

while Titus opens
the flood gates

to thousands of refugees.

He suckles these strangers

and spends what's left
on garish monuments to himself

and his family,

while the people of Rome starve!

-(STOMPING)
-MEN: (CHANTING) Shame!

TOREL: No one questions
the need for change.

The only question is,
can it succeed?

It can and it must.

I assure you,
the distant legions,

the close guards,
the people of Rome,

and the Gods themselves
will applaud the change!

-The fate of Nero!
-The fate of Nero!

-(FEET STOMPING)
-(ALL AGREEING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Consul Marsus,

Senators Torel and Sepulcius,
traitors all!

Arrest them.

Lord.

The Gods beseech us to act,

and the time is now.

(ALL AGREEING)

The Consul Marsus,
the Senators Torel and Sepulcius

are hereby arrested for treason.

-Take him!
-(SHUSHES)

And him.

Take them!

(ALL BOOING)

With me.

(ALL MURMURING)

ELIA: So you drove
for the Blues and the Whites?

Eleven firsts.

Wow.

What happened?

Wine... and high living.

Scorpus does that.
He still drives.

It was that and more.

Takes a lot to put a man
in a chariot,

and even more
for him to give it up.

So, why did you?

I started racing
because of the horses.

Like you,

I can feel them.

(CHUCKLES)

But racing is different.

A four-horse race is a suicide
you... somehow survive.

I saw half-a-dozen friends
die on the track,

and I barely
avoided death myself

more times than that.

And then, one day I walked off
that track, and I was done.

Once you start thinking
about death,

it's over.

My brothers both want to race.

You worry about them.

Life rarely goes the way
you expect.

(WATER DRIPPING)

Psst. This is for you.

Just a short while.

Brother.

I feared I was to die
on an empty stomach.

(SCOFFS) The Emperor's brother

seems to have an interest
in your death.

The feeling is mutual, brother.

But I think he will get
his wish first.

The crowd would like a rematch.

They carry the excitement
of revenge.

How many times
on the eve of battle,

did you make
your peace with death?

-Too many to count.
-(CHUCKLES)

And each time,
you cheated death.

In battle, my people
are known for our roar

as we charge,
terrifying our enemy.

Before we run
at their swords and shields,

we whisper a quiet entreaty
to death.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Take me if you will, O Death,

but is it not better
to let me live

and serve you by killing others?

Bold words.

Offering a deal
to Death himself.

Herself.

Death is a woman.

She has so far listened to me.

Halja, perhaps she will
listen to you.

(CHUCKLES)

I think she
is too in love with Flamma
to save me, brother.

When do I die?

Five days.

(GASPS)

And my friend brings me wine.

A short life
can still be a good life.

(CHUCKLES)

TITUS: I am in your debt,
brother.

I worry only for your safety,
as I did Father's.

How do you think the Senate
will react?

DOMITIAN: They'll watch.

And wait for the reaction
of the mob.

Huh, so what do you suggest?

Increase the grain dole.

Porto? Tell me.

We have grain stores
enough to double it.

Then do so.

What else?

Increase the Inaugural Games
from fifty days to a hundred.

And bring back
the people's hero.

Let Scorpus race again
for the Gold Faction.

That's very wise.

The faction owners have
replaced me in their affection,

so I shall replace them
in the mob's.

The Gold faction
will be reinstated.

You have my word.

My brother has granted me

another opportunity
to serve him.

I am to organize the increased
Inaugural Games

of our Flavian Amphitheater.

The enormity of the wagers
will be to your liking.

TENAX: No doubt.

But who will be master
of these games?

-Passus?
-He has experience.

Courtesy of the factions
and beholden to them.

You have another suggestion?

-What about me?
-(LAUGHS)

You are ambitious.

I've made no secret of that
with you.

You do have certain talents.

But is the art of entertainment
one of them?

With all due respect,
Your Highness...

you are too far above
the lower order

to know what they really want.

I know, because I'm one of them.

I have felt their hunger,

and lived in their filth.

I know what they fear,
and I know what they crave,

and I can devise entertainment
that will feed that craving.

They're more base
than you can imagine.

Very well, a test.

Let's see how you do with
the execution of the traitors.

And while you do so,

get Scorpus back
in one of my Golden chariots.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(BELL DINGS)

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

(GRUNTS)

You can do it! Come on!

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(GROANS)

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Scorpus! Scorpus! Scorpus!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Oh! It's Scorpus!
-SCORPUS: Ladies.

You are under arrest.

No.

I'm Scorpus, lead charioteer
of a faction.

Get your hands off me.

(COINS JINGLING)

Oi! You listen.
I am The Great Scorpus.

Not one of your animals.

The Emperor will hear of this!

(DOOR OPENING)

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

You did this to me.

You pig.

Well, you had your fun
with Scorpus.

Now, let him out.

You were arrested for
illegal betting.

Illegal betting?

(CHUCKLES) It's a joke coming
from the likes of you. Yes?

Funny for me, my friend,

not really for you.

But, for the sake of
our old friendship,

I could probably end this,

if you simply sign back
to the Gold Faction.

Oh, for fuck sake's, Scorpus.

You own 25% of the Gold faction.

It's worth ten times...
a hundred times more than

the measly 600,000
that Leto's paying you!

Go fuck yourself.

(SIGHS)

Wait. Wait!

I will drive for the Gold,

but you don't ever call me
a friend again.

Good choice...

my friend.

Hey!

Hey, you let me out,
you little shit! (GRUNTS)

MAN: A prayer for Vesta.

Oh Goddess
of the eternal hearth.

Your prayer will be heard.

Cornelia. Look at you,

Virgo Vestalis Maxima!

Chief Vestal.

Your father and I
rejoice at your elevation.

A woman clubbed and flogged
to death,

because the vestal fires
went out.

That is a source of your pride?

So, what is this meeting about?

-You may not have heard--
-The Vestals hear everything.

As Vestal Matron,
you speak for the Gods.

If we go before
the Emperor together

-and plead for
your father's life...
-No.

Cornelia, your father needs you.

He did not need me,

when he condemned me to this
golden cage for nearly 30 years.

We gave you opportunity
to commune with the Gods.

I've never heard them. Not once!

You placed me in this prison,

you sent me here,
not for my benefit,

but for your own glory
and that of my brother.

It was my duty to give you up,

and now, it is your duty

to help save your father

from being thrown off
the Tarpeian rock.

I would help push him off
if I could.

Do not say such a thing.

You are his daughter.

I'm a Vestal Virgin.

I am no longer his daughter,

or yours.

Cornelia!

I beg of you.

ELIA: Did you get my letter?

I understand how much you love

-your Spanish horses...
-(CHUCKLES)

...but please tell me
you visited the baths
before coming.

-Always.
-"Always," he says.

Oh. You did go to the baths.

Your words hide the truth.

I know how much you love
the smell of stables.

Oh... (CHUCKLES) never.

I want to steal you
away from here.

Then you would see me
nailed to the cross.

Marsus is in a cell.

He can no longer harm you.

What about my mistress?

We'll buy your freedom.

With what?

I have my wages
and the small portion
of the stud fees.

After a few wins,
it will be worth something.

Three thousand sesterces?

Because that is what
she paid for me.

I believe

if you had the money,
you would save me.

Jula, stop.

Otherwise, I won't want to stop.

What if I don't want to stop?

I feared...

my first time

would be with...

I want it to be
with you instead.

At least I know
how it should feel.

I don't know
how it should feel either.

Then...

let us discover it together.

Are you sure?

I am sure.

-They look the same to me.
-(CHUCKLES)

Yes. It would appear so,

but they're much, much lighter.

More difficult to drive,
but much faster.

And what about my payment?

Let's talk about money later.

What is this?

What am I supposed
to do with this?

(SNIFFS) Oh.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Approved.

Approved.

-All good?
-All good.

(CROWD CHEERING)

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Scorpus! Scorpus! Scorpus!

Come on, faster!

Scorpus makes his move again.

Could be his third victory
this week.

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Scorpus! Scorpus! Scorpus!

TITUS: You were right, Domitian.

The mob content,

and the Senate cowed.

-May our blood prevail.
-Till Rome itself falls.

(GRUNTS)

Go! Go!

(SCREAMING)

(CROWD GROANS)

Oh, dear!

Where are you going?

The race is not finished.

My drivers shipwrecked.
Why should I stay?

(GRUNTING)

I'm beginning to understand
the crowd's love for this
Scorpus.

(EXCLAIMS)

Yes!

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Scorpus! Scorpus! Scorpus!

Ah, the victorious
faction owner!

I have a question:

the betting is always stopped
before the race starts?

-Of course.
-Why?

It's always been done that way.

That's the law.

Do you always follow the law?

You are leaving money
on the table,

lots of it.

In Numidia, with horse racing,
cock fighting, wrestling,

the betting goes for
the whole match.

And what if you get caught?

The key to breaking the law
is not to.

(CHUCKLES)

All we have to do
is change the betting system.

And how do we do that,
and take the new bets?

We put your kids in the stands.

Hmm.

"Congratulations.

"You have your
Gold Faction back.

"Your winnings,

"or your boys will continue
to die,

"and your secret
will be a secret no more.

"This will never end.

"Unless you end it."

Tenax, somebody wants
to speak with you.

HERMES: He wants
a conference with you.

Tell him I'll be there
first thing in the morning.

He's waiting for you,

now.

Tenax is here.

Excuse me, brother,
one of my clients.

Out!

I thought I would collect
my winnings in person.

Coming, Dominus.

These big bets
are made on credit.

We have to wait for
the patricians to pay
their debts.

Bring me what you owe tomorrow.

Understood?

You! You stole my driver.

You'll have to talk to Scorpus
about that.

Scorpus made a deal.

He belongs to
the White Faction now.

He doesn't seem to think so.

If you want loyalty,
you should pay your men more.

You fucking upstart!

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I want him back.

You, all of you,

you think the Gods have
anointed you to lead?

You're wrong.

Your positions are as fragile
as those the men you killed

to get to where you are,
now step aside.

Or should I call the guards?

I'm a busy man.

Thank you, Senator.

Tenax! Are you just
going to leave

without giving me
my share from today?

I'm in a hurry.

Hey, what is wrong with you?

-You're drunk?
-Yes, I am.

And I need my money. I have
a victory orgy to pay for.

Have it on credit.

I won.

Our faction won.

Come on, Scorpus must be paid!

When I have it.

What is in that cart?

I don't want to hear
anything else from you,

until I have my money.

I want my money!

I want my money.

-Anything?
-Not yet.

(COINS JINGLING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

(BANGING AT DOOR)

I have returned on the Ides
as you requested.

Would you help me?

There's a man,

Tenax.

A criminal.

Do you know him?

Yes.

He owned my eldest daughter
as a slave.

I bought her freedom,

and now she and I work for him.

He carries the stench
of his crimes.

You are tainted
by that stench, too.

I only do it for my children.

And yet, you sought to
deceive me

and use me
to free your daughter.

-No, no, no--
-You assumed

I bear ill will
toward my parents,

and you thought
you could use that

to free your child from them.

Yes.

There's much you still need
to learn of Rome

and the Vestals.

I belong to this city,
not to my father.

He conspired to break
the divine order, and must die.

You are not worthy
of my intercession.

No, please. My daughter,
she's an innocent,

she's worthy of your protection.

Only Rome is worthy
of my protection.

What's wrong?

A dark day.

Agreed.

At the moment.

What is that look?

I'm reconsidering
my association with you.

-(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
-(PEOPLE CHATTERING
AND LAUGHING)

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(PANTING)

(MOANING)

(DOOR OPENS)

-(WOOD CREAKING)
-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Nica. Nica, wake up!

-(WOOD CREAKING)
-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

BOY: You stay here!

(COINS JINGLING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(PANTING)

(BANGING AT DOOR)

Tenax! Tenax!

Big man with scars
on his face.

Lock the door.

(WHISTLES)

-Where's Dacia?
-No idea.

Hurry.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

Wait here.

(WHISPERING) Drop the knife.

(SIGHS)

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

-You should pay your men more.
-(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

You want to live?

The knife,

move it slowly

to your weak hand.
Pass it to me, underhand.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

If you want something done,
do it yourself.

Now, that I've taken
everything from you,

I'm going to kill you.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Good, you learned from
fighting thugs and low-lifes.

I learned from fighting in
the greatest army on this Earth.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SCREAMING)

-(BONE SNAPS)
-(SCREAMING)

Quintus.

(PANTING)

You're just a whiny
little weakling.

Now, I'll leave you,
as you left me.

Before we killed our master,

he revealed
his darkest secret to me.

Because his wife owned
a stud farm,

he hid you as a slave
right under her nose.

While you roast in hell,

think about this.

He was your father!

(MAN SCREAMING)

That's right. Patrician blood
runs through you.

(PANTING)

Farewell, little Quintus.

(MUSIC PLAYING)