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It seems today we fight...

alone.

There's no telling what they'll pit us against...

An army, animals?

We go back-to-back.

Let's see how many we can take with us.

Thank you...

for what you have taught me, Northman.

No.

Thank you, my Numidian brother.

Today we live together,

or die together.

Fire and ice.

Brother, you seem agitated.

My only concern is that the Inaugural Games are perfect.

Yes.

Well, perhaps the cool air of Ostia will calm you.

Ostia?

Yes, yes.

A navigator...

waits for us there after we finish this day of games.

Soldier, go get the Praetorians! Move!

Keep everybody back! Get back! I said get back!

Move, keep them away.

I don't want anybody near here, understand?

The sector is closed.

Move it! You as well.

All of you, go around!

Soldier, keep them back!

Understood.

A navigator has arrived in Ostia

with proof that Domitian was behind the grain delays.

Come with me.

- Please! - Mum! Mum!

Please, just tell me why you are taking her.

No women at this gate.

No! No, no. Please, I'm her mother.

I need to know what this is about.

Fuck off!

How dare you talk to me like this?

Go away!

I'm her mother. I won't leave without her.

- Leave! - You can't arrest people like that!

She has done nothing wrong.

You bastards!

Citizens of Rome,

we present you...

...a warrior pair!

- Kwame! Kwame! Kwame! - Come on!

Instead of gladiators,

we are to die at the hand of Roman legionnaires.

As did my father.

Good.

A warrior's death.

Two gladiators, having fought back-to-back,

as savage Achilles

and sensuous Patroclus.

Fast friends,

bonded in life and death.

Viggo, the Northman!

Viggo!

Whoo!

Viggo! Viggo! Viggo!

And Kwame,

the lion killer!

- Yeah! - Come on, Kwame!

Come on, Kwame!

After 11 victories,

today...

Viggo fights...

the great...

Kwame!

Killer...

of the invincible Flamma!

These two,

the greatest of all gladiators,

will, for your pleasure,

fight each other now to...

the death!

Gladiators...

engage!

Kwame.

Be strong, brother. Be strong.

I have your back.

Come!

Fight! Fight!

You're a monster!

They've taken my daughter!

Where have they taken her?

Where?

I've paid my ticket!

Come on, fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Is this part of the entertainment?

Fight! Fight! Fight!

I expected this.

Citizens of Rome.

I present to you...

...Jula.

Little sister...

of the lion killer, Kwame!

Jula!

A slave.

The property of Rome!

And the son...

of the Northman, Viggo!

- Seven years old, and the light... - No!

...of his father's eye.

No. No.

No.

What better encouragement to fight,

brave gladiators,

than to save the lives of your family?

Who will die?

And who will live?

No!

Did you devise this entertainment?

Brother.

Huh?

Was this your idea?

- Yes. - Ah, well.

Then the goddess Discordia lives within you.

For only a devious mind could conjure such a thing.

My friend,

I have no choice but to kill you.

Please forgive me.

If you succeed,

no forgiveness is needed.

The blame will lie with these ravening wolves.

The bastard children of Romulus.

Kwame!

Hey! Girl!

Where is that woman?

Tenax.

He works with the Aedile Ludi.

Where do I find him?

Tenax. He's somewhere inside.

Split up. Find him.

Kill him.

It's time to tie up loose ends.

So, there is nothing I can say.

You're certain about leaving?

Easy, boy.

I would so love to take you with me.

But you know what they do to horse thieves.

Elia! It's Jula.

They've taken her to the Amphitheatre.

What?

They're using her to force her brother to fight his best friend.

No!

Strangely compelling to watch

two supposedly...

loyal friends.

Could call them family.

Fighting to the death.

Don't you think, brother?

You didn't find him?

Right, sir.

Go and check the Royal deck. Now.

Good.

We're not gonna miss anything.

Let's get back to our seat.

No!

Here.

Hey, you can't leave your fucking horse here!

Whoa!

Kwame!

Stop!

Stop!

Is that your son?

There.

Get up! Get up!

Get up!

No!

Viggo...

has fought...

bravely.

Let him live!

Live!

- Live! Live! - Live!

Live! Live! Live!

Let him live!

To fight for you again!

Give him quarter!

I have a decision to make, brother.

Mercy or death?

What's it to be?

Mercy.

Perhaps not today.

No! No, no, no.

- No. What? - What?

No!

No!

No!

No!

Son.

It's all right, son.

It's all right.

You will rest with the Gods...

and visit me in my dreams.

Please.

Please do what you can...

to keep my son alive.

I will.

I will.

No!

No!

The house of death.

I will have no more of this.

Wooden Sword!

Wooden Sword!

Wooden Sword! Wooden Sword!

Brother...

With these games...

our city...

our empire...

celebrates its most important virtue:

martial valour...

and duty to Rome.

With his victory today...

let this gladiator...

celebrate freedom!

- Yes! - Kwame!

Kwame! Kwame! Kwame!

Free her!

This gladiator...

has earned the right...

to deliver his freedom,

however he sees fit.

Let...

his...

gesture...

stand!

Take it.

Take it!

You're free now.

You're free.

You're free.

Jula!

Are you okay?

Thank you.

Go!

Come.

Thank you.

Kwame! Kwame!

Mother.

Take her to Tenax's apartment...

and wait for me there.

We need to talk.

Go, go!

What's wrong?

I bare your child.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I was afraid it would make you leave.

Jula...

I'm not going anywhere.

Our escort to Ostia is mounted and ready, Lord.

Very well.

Brother...

we have business in Ostia to attend too.

I think it would be best if I stayed for...

Your Emperor...

commands it.

The Northman's son, kill him.

You heard me, kill him.

Kill the boy!

Ahren!

No! No!

No!

No!

No!

Brother!

And with this,

the first day of the Inaugural Games closes.

Ahren!

Who did this?

We don't know, Caesar.

Nobody saw what happened.

Is this your handiwork?

No.

Take her to the palace.

Yes, my Lord.

You heard him.

To Ostia.

You are filthy, betraying shit!

There is no betrayal.

Only survival.

You're a gambler. You simply lost.

Domitian will die by his brother's hand,

you will die by my sword here,

and our little arrangement will die, along with you.

Survival...

Hmm.

And the ten million sesterces.

We all have expenses.

Tenax!

Never pit a soldier against a street fighter.

You betrayed me!

You lied.

Betrayed, perhaps, but I never lied to you.

I've killed men for far less.

I'm sure you have.

Hug the wall.

I'll deal with you later.

Hey!

Everyone get back!

No, no. No, no, no.

What have you done?

I had to.

I don't understand you.

You never did.

How much did Manilius say he was gonna pay you?

We have orders to kill you.

How much?

A hundred thousand.

Each.

I paid him...

ten million.

Come with me...

and you can share all of that.

The die is cast.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

I will lure it away.

Protect mother!

Come!

Come!

Come on!

We are one.

You and I.

Children from Apedemak.

Let us curse these Romans...

and make them suffer!

Yah!

How long did you lay at anchor off Corsica?

Three weeks.

Upon whose order?

Your family will be protected if you tell the truth.

Domitian Flavianus.

I saw his orders

and followed them.

Get him out of here.

Oh, I am twice the fool.

Firstly, for trusting you.

Secondly, after that trust had gone...

thinking I could control you.

He should die.

Here and now.

No, no. He will.

But...

in public.

Thrown from the Tarpeian Rock

after conviction in the Senate.

To horsemen! Ready your swords!

It's an ambush!

Emperor! Get back, behind me.

Forgive me, Lord Titus.

I have failed you.

Ah, brother.

The Fates toy with the threads of life.

Bind him.

Time to cut that soiled thread short, I think.

You think assassination will save you?

Well, it's a start.

You'll play Morta, will you,

and kill me yourself?

I thought I might.

Brother...

Little brother.

Hide your fears and hide your tears.

Do you remember what I told you?

You're no soldier.

That in the moment you'd be unable to kill anybody.

What makes you think you could do it now?

- You underestimate me. - Do I?

Whatever he said he'll pay you, I'll pay you ten times as much.

- He's lying. - Am I?

I swear by Saturn,

you'll have all you desire.

Anything, it's yours!

Whatever he paid you,

it would be nothing compared to this.

- Do not listen to him. - Look.

He cannot have witnesses to this evil.

Oh, no!

Listen to me!

Your General,

your Emperor.

Fools! You do not understand.

He will kill you all.

Kneel!

Kneel.

Kneel!

My brother is just a child.

He's just a weak, petulant, little child.

So consider this.

Who's more likely to let you live?

I'm a soldier.

Just like you.

I'm a hard man, but I'm a just man and I'm an honourable man. Look at him.

Look at him!

It's the fear that drives him.

Who can you trust more?

That fear will be your death.

Shut up.

Do not listen to him.

My brother is right, yes.

Do not listen to me.

Listen to your hearts.

Think of your families.

Think of those you love.

And above all else,

think of our beloved Rome!

Who is the greater guardian of this city?

Me...

or this vile,

desperate, weak,

despicable worm.

Look, brother.

Bitter tears.

Can you taste them?

From the humiliation and cruelty I suffered at your hand.

Well, now you can choke on them!

Look, brother.

Here come the Fates.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

Well done.

I live to serve you...

Caesar.

Continue to serve me well,

and I will let you live.

Now leave.

I'll speak to Tenax under four eyes.

See me now, Father?

I am the ruler you should have chosen.

Your greatest show yet.

His bulging eyes.

Almost as entertaining as watching traitors be eaten by crocodiles.

You will make...

an excellent Aedile Ludi.

You honour me.

Now clean up this mess.

My brother died of natural causes,

poisoned by...

spoiled fish or something.

Ride ahead.

Have the Senate assemble.

Whoa.

My brother...

is dead.

What?

Some will say he was killed.

But that is a lie.

I have heard my brother

has promised a portion of the income from our Flavian Amphitheatre

be given to the four...

No.

The five...

factions.

This arrangement...

is no more.

The Flavian Amphitheatre belongs to the people...

of Rome.

To confirm my brother died of natural causes,

his body will be brought here, to the Senate,

where each of you will see there is not a mark...

on him.

I've been told my brother died from bad food.

A tragedy.

There are some who think me ill-suited...

to be Emperor.

In... Indeed...

there are some of you who think yourselves better suited

for the curule throne than I.

Disabuse this notion...

now.

May the fate of your Consul Marsus

and his co-conspirators in our Flavian Amphitheatre

tell of how futile such attempts are.

Now rise...

to acclaim your new Emperor!

Hail Caesar.

Orders?

Secure the armoury, the treasury and the palace.

Inform the legions.

A detail of guards for you.

At a distance.

I wish to be alone.

Yes, my Lord.

How will you provide for her?

I am riding for the Blues.

- I am their lead charioteer now. - Hmm.

And when you are killed?

We drivers have a club for that.

We save for...

Well, just in case.

Do you love him?

Yes.

I do, Mother.

Love,

a weak basis for marriage.

But it will do for now.

Thank you.

Tenax wants you to come.

Take good care of her.

Or you will answer to me.

And to the Gods of Numidia.

Mm-hmm.

I'm going to make sure he knows what his duties are.

No more faffing around.

Your new home?

Scorpus isn't using it.

Anyway, he hated it.

He preferred brothels.

Mm.

Domitian, our new Emperor, has made me Aedile Ludi.

You know what that means?

Julius Caesar, himself,

served as Aedile during his rise.

A deserved prize.

For putting our new Emperor on the throne.

Now we both know that, but it's not to be said out loud.

Especially to Domitian.

You understand...

that I need to kill you, don't you?

I understand...

that you believe that.

No surprise then.

I expected you to try and bargain your way out of this.

Hmm.

It's only through dumb luck that I'm alive.

Had that scroll reached Titus,

I would be dead and Domitian as well.

Then you should thank your Roman God, Fortuna.

I do!

I take no pleasure in killing you.

But you've given me no choice.

I betrayed you.

But did I ever lie to you?

You are from the gutter.

Your money,

your betting,

your allies,

all your allegiances,

your very being all reek of the sewer.

But you live on the Esquiline Hill now!

You need someone honest...

to manage what you leave behind.

Without an endless flow of money,

all this will fall apart,

and the senators will roar with laughter

as they kick you back to the gutter.

Why should I trust you?

Who else?

For my children...

I will betray you in a second.

But beyond that,

I will never lie to you.

I never have.

Who else can offer you that?

You terrify me.

Good.

You know where to find me.

I killed an emperor,

but the reward was to become Aedile Ludi.

This was only a first step in my journey.

At some point, I will travel to Syracuse...

to find out if I am truly a Patrician,

as Ursus told me.

Maybe this will come with some land I will inherit.

We will see.

I need to be watchful of Domitian.

He's like a petulant child.

Cruel...

and an unpredictable schemer and killer.

Hopefully,

I will be able to control him.

Let the games begin.