All language subtitles for Those.About.to.Die.S01E07.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL.srt - eng(2)

VESPASIAN: Previously
on Those About to Die...

They remind me of you.
Especially that Andria.

TENAX: I see a day
when he's making all of Rome

forget you ever existed.

The Consul Marsus,
the Senators Torel and Supulcius

are hereby arrested for treason.

VIGGO: But what has he done?

ATTICUS: He has excited
the animus of Domitian.

There will be a rematch
with Flamma.

Farewell, little Quintus.

(GASPING)

(STRAINING)

(COUGHS)

(BOTH COUGHING)

WOOLA: Careful, careful.

Watch his head.

Hurry, he's here.

Nica, we were just in time.

(GASPS)

A physician. Go quick!

CALA: Come on! Come.

(MEN CLAMORING)

MAN: Hurry, hurry!

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)

(BIRD TRILLING)

(LAUGHTER)

Next, her sister.

(WATER SPLASHING)

-MAN: Are you done?
-(GASPS)

(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS IN PAIN)

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

-Let him think I'm dead.
-Be still.

(GROANS)

I came as quick as I could.

Tincture of poppies.

Get his shoes off.

You're going to need it.

(COUGHS)

When I say,
pull slowly and steadily.

When I say,
release very slowly.

-Pull.
-(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Release.

(PANTING)

Prepare some hot water.

CHILD: (WHISPERING)
What's happening?

-What happened?
-It was that shit Noro.

He set him up.

He is all right. Go.

If he moves at all,
it will unset the splint.

Then he'll lose the leg.

Tie him down if you have to.

Three bowls of resin with wine,
morning, noon and night.

He will want more.
Don't give it to him.

I understand.

If there's a hint of rot,
come get me at once.

Noro, that treacherous dog.

I should have known.

Well, he's dead now.

The one who did this
to Tenax lives,

and if he hears he has survived,
he will come back for him.

I'll post guards,
men that I can trust.

Well, keep them hidden.

Let the one who did this
think he is dead.

Now, go to the apartment
on the Cispian Hill,

where he's been
putting the gold.

See if it's still there.

I take orders from Tenax,
not from you, woman.

When he wakes,

would you rather we tell him

that we did what he would have
wanted us to do,

or that you made
all the decisions,
right or wrong,

mostly wrong?

All right. Woola, come.

(DOOR OPENS)

After that, come to the tavern.

We set up for betting
like normal.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(CALA EXHALES)
Where have you been?

-Out.
-All night.

So it would seem.

What happened?

Listen carefully.

Go to the tavern and open it up.

If anyone asks about Tenax,

tell them he's away buying land
near the coast.

But let them think
you are lying.

I... I don't understand.

You are good at lying.

Pretend to be bad at it.

Some of his enemies
need to think him alive.

Some need to think him dead.

The man who did that to Tenax
would eagerly do the same to us.

Go.

(DOOR CREAKING)

He's gone.

So is the gold.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Stop.

Stop. Please, stop.

(CALA SHUSHING)

Wake up. Wake up,
you are in a dream.

You're in your room.
You're safe.

I lived with a great family
when I was a boy.

The master of the house,

he liked boys.

Myself...

But mostly Ursus.

WOMAN: (WHISPERING) Ursus.

-We were...
-Stop.

This is tincture of poppies
talking.

No. It's me.

Ursus and I lit a fire
to escape.

(MAN SHOUTING)

TENAX: I got away.

But Ursus was caught.

Because of me,

he suffered. But I...

You did what you had to do.

I don't know what I've done.

He needed me
and I left him there.

More tincture of poppies.

-More.
-That's enough,
the physician said.

You work for me,
not the physician.

I'll work for you
by obeying the physician.

It's gone.
And no sign of this Ursus.

I sent him to see
if the gold was still there.

GUARD: This way.

(COINS JINGLING)

Husband.

You shouldn't be in a place
such as this.

A Roman matron should always
be at her husband's side.

Not here.

I tried to obtain an audience
with Titus. He refused.

Cornelia?

I tried.
She turned her back on us.

We misjudged what giving her
to the Vestals would mean
for us and Julius.

And for her.

I'm reconciled to my fate.

There must be something else
I can do.

-(SOFTLY) There is.
-What?

Don't come here ever again,
promise me.

-No.
-Think of our son.

The only way to protect yourself
and Julius is to denounce me.

No.

You must speak publicly,
call me a fool.

A usurper.
Curse my name,

-my mad ambition.
-No.

Spit on my grave.

-Tell my son to do the same.
-No.

How can I do
such things? No!

We've already sacrificed
too much in the name
of our august families.

It is your duty
to protect our name.

Your name, Julius' name.

I'm dead.

And must be forgotten
if you and him are to thrive.

The curule chair
was not meant for me.

But Julius... Bide your time.

Confound those
who would stand in your way.

Outlive those plebeian scum

and see our son risen
to imperial power.

Put our son
on the curule chair.

And his son after that.

-Stop, you wound me.
-Bind your wounds.

Let them scar!

Turn from me.

Save yourself.

Save our son.

Our family name.

No, please, no!

I have held my tongue
long enough.

In respect of?

You have never lied to me.
You have misled me.

You had me believe
that my people would be free

when your amphitheater
was completed.

Please, please,
please, please.

(EXHALES) Enough.

People, they were taken
as a spoil of war.

They belong to Rome now.

Senators already whisper
to their clients

that the Gods stripped
the very earth to punish me.

You mean me?

Perhaps, though mostly me,
for taking you as my consort.

You have taken a wife
and placed me in the shadows.

What more can they ask of you?

They want you gone.

There's no place
for another Cleopatra

poisoning the ear
of their emperor.

That is your brother speaking,
not you.

No, he's proven
his loyalty to me.

No. He convinced you
of his loyalty.

He's fulfilled his duty to me,
just as I must fulfill mine.

So I am to wait

while my people die
in your construction camps?

Not now.

I have my duties.

Such as?

The city of Rome.

Do any of you know
why Antonia called this meeting?

Does it matter?

Consul Marsus won't be here.

The traitors are languishing
away where they truly belong.

My dear Caltonia,
I'm afraid this meeting

is only for the lead owners
of the factions.

Though it pains me to say so,
you may go.

(SCOFFS) How dare you?

Your husband is imprisoned
for treason...

Making me lead owner
of the Blue Faction.

Now, go.

But before you go,
my dear

I want you all to hear this.

My husband

has betrayed Rome

and our emperor.

He deserves to die
for his crime.

From this moment on,
my husband is dead
to our family.

He's dead to our son, Julius,

and he's dead to me.

You may go now, Caltonia.

So...

(SNIFFLES)
Let us get down to business.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(SIGHS)

What?

I thought about
what you said the other day.

And maybe you are right.

Maybe I should

have fun once in a while.

Scorpus is always right.

Let's go, then.
Let's get a drink.

(CHUCKLES)

(BOTH MOANING)

(MOANING)

Husband, you're leaving?

I'll have the priests pray
and the augurs perform
the rituals for a boy.

Now, if you quicken,
inform me immediately.

Otherwise, send for me
in a month when next ready.

Open.

XENON: My mother died
when we were very young.

Until then,
my twin brother and I,

-we had a great life.
-(SCOFFS)

Farm with horses
and everything a boy dreams of.

But then,

after my mother's death,

my father began drinking,

and later, my brother
followed in his footsteps.

They bonded over stuff
I couldn't understand.

I didn't want to understand.

Hmm? Yes.

When did you start racing?

I already told you.
We both did early on.

But my brother whored around
and drank too much.

He was good.

He was very good.
He was better than me.

A natural on the racetrack.

But...

he lacked discipline.

Just like you.

What was his name?

(SLURPS)

Sextus.

Yeah, well,
with a name like that...

(BOTH GUFFAWING)

You're funny.

(SOOTHING MUSIC PLAYING)

Too much already.

When there's cause to celebrate,
one should celebrate.

(CALTONIA GIGGLES)

So you're certain
we will prevail?

My lawyers are clear.

Your shares in the Blue Faction
will be yours, and then mine.

And then, you and your son
will have the security
of wealth.

-I don't need wealth.
-(CHUCKLES)

You're too young to know that.

You know, we all need
different things.

Desire different things.

We'll drink together

to the things we need.

-And the things we desire.
-(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Hmm?

-Caltonia, I'm...
-(SHUSHES)

Allow me?

You think that little of me?
That I will sell myself to you?

Selena...

Please, wait.

Selena.

(SCORPUS GROANS)

I need to take a piss.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS) That feels good.

(EXHALES)

(LAUGHS)

Whoo!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)

Come, it's there.

Come.

-Salena.
-Forgive me.

We have nowhere else to go.

FONSOA: What happened?

SALENA: I cannot stay
where I was anymore.

Why? It doesn't matter, come.

Come here.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

What...

His name is Ferox.

He's as fast as the wind.

Here.

(FEROX SNORTS)

(WOMEN MOANING IN PLEASURE)

I have come to say
that I am sorry.

Are you sure you don't want
to kill me?

I never know with you.

I want you to come back
to our Blue Faction.

SCORPUS: Get out.

Go.

I knew you would come back.

How could I stay away
from the great Scorpus?

(BOTH MOANING)

(CRIES OUT IN PAIN)

(SCREAMING)

Help me up.

No, no, no. Do that now
and you lose the leg.

Poppies.

Come on. (EXHALES)

More at midday.

I'm going to go set up
for the betting.

(GROANS)

(SCORPUS SNORES SOFTLY)

ANTONIA:
I'm sorry, great Scorpus.

But I can't have you ride
for the opposition.

CALA: So, you all understand.

You watch closely
to see who's just lost,

and you quietly offer them
reverse odds.

And for that we get
a sesterce every bet?

(ALL MURMURING)

As long as you don't get caught.

Where is Scorpus?

Mother, no one is betting gold

with only one
Gold chariot running.

CALA: Order from Tenax.

Both of you are racing today.

What?

-Me?
-Mm-hmm.

What about Scorpus?

Scorpus is nowhere to be found,
and we need two drivers.

(LAUGHS GLEEFULLY)

(GASPING)

You thought you got me
but I got you.

(TRUMPETS BLOWING)

Good luck, brothers.
Ride like Sol himself.

PASSUS: Champions, ready!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(URGING HORSES)

Go, go, go, go!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Move, move!

Get out of my way.

(BELL DINGS)

(URGING HORSES)

(YELLS)

(CROWD GROANS)

-(BELL DINGS)
-Hyah!

(GRUNTS)
Hyah! Hyah!

(GRUNTING)

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Andria! Andria! Andria!

MAN: Why isn't Scorpus riding?

Hyah! Hyah!

-(CROWD CHEERS)
-(CHEERING)

(PANTING)

MAN: Well done, Andria!

(ALL CHEERING)

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Andria! Andria! Andria!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

I was drunk and I was fucking
and I was bitten by a scorpion.

-It's not my fault.
-Calm down.

(SIGHS)

It's good.
It takes the pressure off you.

We train alternate drivers
in case you're bitten again

or you're drunk
or you're fucking.

Alternate?

Alternate? There is no alternate
to Scorpus.

-Well, yes. And, no.
-Yes.

You're more than a driver now.

You're an owner.

-And we won.
-Horseshit.

Was this your plan all along?
Hmm? You want me gone?

Scorpus.

Of course not.

But the racing
has to come first,

and recently,

it seems like
you're more interested
in drinking and whoring.

You don't understand.

Part of racing
is drinking and whoring.

You cannot have one
without the others.

It's racing, drinking, whoring.

They are a team.
Yes, like the horses.

What?

(SIGHS) Racing made me rich.

I changed my name to Scorpus
because nobody could pronounce
my real name.

I like to drink.

Drinking makes me happy.

Happiness makes me want to fuck,
and because I am famous,

I can fuck who I like.

To spurn these gifts
would be an insult to Fortuna.

She curses my driving
and Scorpus is no more.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

When were you
planning to hand over
my portion of the profits?

I was told you were dead.

I'd hate to discover
that rumor were true,

so where is my money?

Where is our money?

I can explain, Your Highness.

Your money, our money...

is gone.

Gone to pay extortion
to someone threatening
to reveal something...

About me?

No.

Me.

About my past,

before I came to Rome.

-That's who did this to you?
-Yes.

I don't care one piss
about your past life,

though I struggle to imagine
it was worse than
this present one.

All I care about
is the money I need.

The money that you owe me.

(SCREAMS)

(CRIES OUT)

-Solve this now.
-(TENAX GROANING)

Or I will make you suffer

in ways your extortionist
could only dream of.

(PANTING)

And you along with him.

Me?

No, no... (STUTTERS)

-What did I do?
-(SIGHS)

You look terrible, by the way.

Yeah, I can imagine.

You want a mirror?

MAN: No, no,
the numbers don't tally.

So, you have gone

beyond my wildest dreams.

Come here,
collect your rewards.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(TENAX GROANING)

Hasn't gone black.

Which is good.

Where's the tincture of poppies?
I've been trying to find it.

Which is why I hid it.

-Bring it to me.
-No.

You overreach yourself.

CALA: That I do.

-(INHALES SHARPLY)
-And,

I overreached myself
at the races today as well.

We took bets after the bell.

What? They'll shut us down!

Calm down. We weren't caught.

I can't afford the risk.

(WINCES)

Perhaps you're right.

(WHISTLES)

(COINS CLINKING)

All from today?

All right, well,
just don't get caught.

And go and see Claudia,
she'll give you some rewards.

ALL: Yes!

We will need
to renegotiate our deal.

I'm ill. Come back later.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You want some? It's good.

No, thank you. It's for you.

Flamma will have him this time.

But Fortuna favors the Numidian.

She spared Kwame once.
12-1 are favorable odds.

Even at 100-1,
your African is dead.

-Please.
-Closed.

Open for a price.

VENDOR: What do you need?

Atropa.

Why does everyone think
every fragrance shop
sells poisons?

This one does.

The edict against poisons
is clear.

I have to be a fool
to go against it.

You are no fool.

But maybe an inside line
might interest you.

The line.

Bet on Kwame
against Flamma tomorrow.

That's a fool's bet.

It was...

before you gave me this.

-Hey, hey! Yeah.
-(MEN LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FOOTSTEPS PASSING)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING LOUDER)

-(MUFFLED CRIES)
-(GRUNTING LOUDLY)

(FLAMMA'S ROAR ECHOES)

Flamma, wake up.

(GRUNTS)

Wash him down.

We want him to look
his best for his trip to Hades.

(GROANS)

You won't forget
last night in a hurry.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(GRUNTING)

We must go.

Come, let's go. Come.

I let Tenax down.
I've got to fix this.

I do not have a head
for this right now.

All right, I'll take care of it.

-We'll find that bastard.
-Let's talk about this later.

-(GRUNTING)
-Good, good.

Gear up the Numidian.
Time to die.

He doesn't wear
that kind of armor.

He does now,
on order of the Aedile Ludi.

Might as well throw him
to the lions.

You'll crucify him.

He has not trained with this.

Why don't you tell
the Aedile Ludi that?

If he resists, cut him
where the crowd can't see it.

-Did you find him?
-No.

How can a big, ugly man
the size of a bear with scars
all over just disappear?

I saw such a man.

Where?

At the fountain
near the ossuary.
Scars everywhere.

Follow me.

(FANFARE)

(CROWD CHEERING)

PASSUS:
We hail Emperor Titus
and the Empress Marcia.

Now, we come to
our gladiatorial combat.

KWAME: Goodbye, my brother.

I will see you in the next life.

(CROWD CHEERING)

PASSUS: Our first bout
of the day...

Please welcome

the great Flamma.

(CROWD ROARS)

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Flamma! Flamma! Flamma!

PASSUS: Who will fight
the lion killer Kwame.

FLAMMA: Hail Emperor.

We, who are about to die...

Salute you!

(KWAME SHOUTING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(WHIMPERS)

FLAMMA: (IN ENGLISH)
Ah, come on.

PASSUS: Gladiators, ready?

FLAMMA:
Today is your time to die.

Honoring me.

PASSUS: Engage!

(FLAMMA GRUNTING)

(KWAME GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERS)

(YELLS)

Fight, Kwame. Fight!

(WAILING)

FLAMMA: Come on, come on.

-(CROWD ROARS)
-(FLAMMA LAUGHS)

(LABORED BREATHING)

(CHUCKLES)

(CROWD BOOING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Lion Killer Kwame!
Lion Killer Kwame!

(CROWD GASPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Flamma! Flamma! Flamma!

Kill him!

Kill him, Flamma!

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

What is wrong
with that bloody gladiator?

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Kwame! Kwame! Kwame!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(FLAMMA GROANING)

He bleeds. He bleeds!

(CRIES OUT)

You think yourself a God?

(CROWD CHEERING)

He's got him.

Butchered in your own circus.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GRUNTS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Up! Up!

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Kwame! Kwame! Kwame!

(EXCLAIMS EXULTANTLY)

(CALA SHOUTS IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

KWAME: (IN ENGLISH) I did it!

-I did it!
-You did it!

(HEAVY FOOTFALLS APPROACHING)

(WINCING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTING)

(URSUS YELLING)

URSUS: You can't hide from me
forever, Quintus.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

(SNORING)

(GASPS)

Hmm. I am ready to hear
what you need to say.

You are right.

We do need to talk.

(EXHALES)

Mother, my respect for you
has no equal

and neither does my love.

But?

But I will not go back.

That is not your decision

-to make.
-But it is.

Unless you bind me
and drag me home,

there is no way to force me.

You are just like your father.

Kwame, too.

And Jula...

I don't know who Jula is like.

Jula is like Jula.

Father knew me
even better than you.

He used to say
birds must follow their flock.

But the lion,
he finds his own path.

-But you're a woman.
-So are you.

You found your path.
Now I am choosing mine.

-Where are you going?
-To meet a friend.

At this hour? Who?

A question I choose
not to answer.

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

CALA: We're closed.

I said we're closed.

URSUS: Where is he?

I went to his home.

He wasn't there.

I left him a present.

I'll wait for him here.

But first...

(URSUS GRUNTS)

(CALA BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GASPS, WHIMPERS)

(URSUS GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(GROANS)

(SHUSHES)

This might be more fun
than I thought.

(GRUNTS IN PAIN)

(SCREAMS)

What are you gonna do
with that?

Get out! You fucker!
(GRUNTING)

Help!

Die slowly.

(URSUS SCREAMS)

(CALA SCREAMS)

Where to start?

The chest?

-What about your stomach?
-(GROANING)

Or what about an eye?

Yes.

An eye might be good.

(GASPING)

URSUS: An eye...

for an eye.

-(FLESH SQUELCHING)
-(GRUNTS)

(BLADE CLATTERS)

(GASPING)

(GURGLING)

(PANTING)

(GASPING)

Let's go home.