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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.

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