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(MAN) "Thaw follows frost, hard on the heels of spring

"treads summer bound to die..."

(Clavdivs) Myself when young - not a pretty sight.

"Then back to wintertide again where nothing stirs.

"But, oh, what're the sky-led season mar,

"Moon upon moon rebuilds it with her..."

Postumus, Agrippa's sole surviving son, and my best friend.

His mother, Julia was banished you may remember,

and his two elder brothers died mysteriously.

"..If the gods in heaven should add the morrow to the day..."

The golden-haired Apollo is Germanicus my brother -

already a great soldier.

"..Will ever hold.

"When thou descendest once the shades among,

"the stern assize..."

And if you wait a moment, you will see a creature of a different kind -

Livilla my sister.

Yes there she is tormenting Postumus as usual

when her husband is away.

"..Shall friend thee more."

Oh, beautiful. beautiful

Horace, my dear fellow, such language. Wonderful. Wonderful.

Weren't they lovely poems?

Exquisite. Now, that's what I call poetry.

Ovid! No comparison. It's better than Ovid.

I don't care what they say! I've never liked that man.

His poetry's very beautiful. but it's also very smutty.

A lot of it's downright indecent.

I wouldn't have him in the house. Thank you.

People say that he has a lovely voice, but what does he do with it?

Talks a lot of smut, that's what!

Write poetry, yes, but write about nice things -

things you'd like your children to hear.

I want a copy of the book when you publish.

- Of course, Caesar. - I've got a present for you.

- But Caesar... - It's nothing' a little gold statue.

Etruscan, I think. It's solid gold, but you'll appreciate it properly.

- You go too... - No, no. Err, Praxis? Where are you?

- Here, Caesar. - He knows where it is.

Wait till you see it, really.

- You must come again some time. - Any time.

I was wondering how long it would take you to knock that over.

Clavdivs! How can you be so clumsy?

(LIVIA) Leave it alone, for heaven's sake.

If you want to clear up, you can work in the kitchens.

(ANTONIA) Clavdivs!

Pina, wake up. It's time to go home.

- Time we all went home. - Are you leaving?

It's two hours after dark already.

Yes, and there's a lot of work to do tomorrow.

A sleepy head's a foolish one.

What a poet that Horace is, eh?

Livilla, the whole family was here except your husband. It won't do.

What can I do? Castor hates family dinners.

I don't understand that. Tiberius, you must talk to that son of yours.

- He doesn't listen to me. - Goodnight, Uncle.

Goodnight, my dear.

- Grandfather. - Goodnight, Germanicus, Pina.

G-goodnight, Grandmother.

That's my foot you're treading on.

- Are we going? - Sorry.

(ANTONIA) Clavdivs, do come on.

Postumus, I'll come and see your troops. How are they shaping up?

- Very well. There's some good material. - Good!

Goodnight. Goodnight, everyone.

- Goodnight, Domitia. - Goodnight, Grandfather.

Ah, goodnight, Livilla.

You tell that husband of yours... Ohh... You know what to tell him.

- Grandmother. - Goodnight, my dear.

- You looked very lovely tonight. - Thank you. Goodnight, Uncle.

- G-g-goodnight, G-Grandfather. - What? Oh, goodnight, Clavdivs.

What a wonderful evening.

They're such good children. l- l- l-I think they liked their little presents eh?

What are we going to do about Clavdivs?

Clavdivs? In the matter of what?

The matter of games to be held in his father's honour.

I don't know. Must we think about it now?

How much longer can we leave it? Is he to sit in your box or is he not?

- It might look odd if he doesn't. - It might look odder if he does.

Do you want to sit next to a twitching idiot all day?

Let's think about it tomorrow. Goodnight, my dear.

Don't you worry about Clavdivs.

I'll have him to dinner a few times and I'll see how he gets on.

If we could just stop that twitching!

Caesar, forgive me, but a courier has just arrived from Germany.

Are you mad? Do you expect me to read despatches at this time?

But it's urgent, Caesar. There's been a terrible disaster.

- Send him in. - Come in, come in.

Is this the way you present yourself?

Couldn't you have taken a bath first?

Forgive me, Caesar. I've ridden four days. I would not have presumed...

- Which legion are you with? - I was with the 19th.

Was? Have you been transferred?

No, Caesar. The 19th legion does not exist anymore.

Nor does the 17th, nor the 18th.

The army of Quinctilius Varus was massacred in the Teutoberg Forest.

Nothing stands between the German tribes and our provinces in Gaul.

Massacred?!

What are you saying to me?

There is no army in Across-the-Rhine Germany.

Troops and orderlies...

auxiliaries and general staff... massacred to a man.

Those who survived the battle were hunted down and killed.

Where is Varus?

Dead. When he saw that all was lost, he killed himself.

Three legions?

Three legions, Caesar. There's nothing left.

Send for Germanicus and Postumus. Hurry!

Come to the study. Come with us!

They caught us here and here.

We were on a punitive expedition

because a tax collector had been murdered.

He sent three legions on a punitive expedition?

Not at first, Caesar, no.

We'd suffered some early defeats, so he sent back for the rest.

What happened to the loyal Germans?

They betrayed us. They led us into the forest and vanished.

But weren't you warned?

Many times, Caesar.

Go on.

We'd err... We'd had a mass of intelligence

warning us that things were happening in the villages.

Go on.

The commander ignored it, sir.

That stiff-knocked fool! I should never have appointed him! Go on.

We were advancing along a forest track.

We didn't even put out advance guards. Or flank.

Progress was slow because we were felling trees

and the tribes had time to gather. Then it started to rain.

The archers couldn't keep their bows dry and their shields became soaked.

Our carts got stuck in the mud.

When the Germans attacked, we were in a hopeless position.

What's happened?

The army east of the Rhine has been destroyed. All of it.

Nothing stands between the Germans and our provinces in Gaul.

How did you get out?

Only one officer kept his head - Cassius Chaerea.

He formed ~120 of us, and we cut our way out and back to the fort.

- The others are still there. - All right.

Did the Germans take any prisoners?

Yes. They put them in wicker cages and burned them alive.

Lady, I can't find Postumus Agrippa. He's not in his room.

Praxis, did it occur to you he may have visited his wife's room?

Naturally I tried there. But he wasn't there either.

I then spoke to one of the palace guards,

who said he'd seen him going towards your grand-daughter's apartments.

- Livilla? - Yes.

Naturally, I didn't enquire further because...

Because her husband has not yet returned.

With the men Postumus has been training on Mars field,

the number is almost a legion.

It will do.

It depends whether the Germans have seized the Rhine bridges.

They won't have taken them yet! They're barbarians. They'll go for plunder.

Then we'll have to secure the bridges, fast.

- I'll take ca company and start tomorrow. - I can raise the rest and come.

No. Germanicus stays here. There'll be panic. I'll need him here.

Well. it was here. It was years ago, but I saw it.

Then it's been stolen probably.

Ah, here is someone.

There's a book we want to look at. It's by a Greek called Polemocles.

It's a commentary on Polybius' Military Tactics. It was here.

I'll see if I can find it.

Why, it's young Clavdivs, isn't it?

Yes, it is, sir.

You seem very studious. What are you reading?

Romantic rubbish, I'll be bound. That's all the young use the library for.

What is it that you're reading?

It's your own History of the C-C-Civil Wars.

It's rubbish, all right.

- So you know who I am? - Yes, sir. Asinius P-P-Pollio.

One of our g-greatest historians.

One of them? What do you mean?

- One of the t-two greatest. - And who is the other one?

Livy, of course.

Well. there can't be two greatest.

That's shilly-shallying and an abuse of the Roman tongue.

You must choose. Which one of us would you rather read?

- Pollio, that's not fair. - Nonsense. The lad's intelligent.

Speak up, boy. Which of us would you rather read?

Well. it d-d-depends, sir.

- Intelligent, but cowardly. - No.

I mean, it depends on what I'm reading for.

For b-beauty of language I would read Livy,

and for interpretation of fact I would read P-P-Pollio.

Now you please neither of us and that's a mistake!

I wasn't t-trying to please, just to tell the truth.

He might make an historian after all.

The book isn't here. Perhaps you meant the Octavian library?

I'm not so old that I don't know what library I'm in!

Excuse me. The book you want,

it's on the t-t-top shelf, fourth from the window at the back.

I had it out the other day.

Only the t-t-title is Dissertation on Tactics

and it's by P-P-Polemocrates, not Polemocles,

and he was a J-J-Jew, not a Greek.

You'd better be right. I don't take kindly to that many corrections!

- Have I up-upset him? - Yes. It'll do him good.

- Do you like history? - Yes, sir.

But who the devil are you? Livy called you Clavdivs.

I'm T-T-Tiberius Clavdivs D-Drusus Nero Germanicus.

Oh, that Clavdivs! They told me you were a half-wit?

Well, my f-family's ashamed of me because I s-s...

stammer, and I'm lame and my head twitches.

Yes, I've noticed that. Can't you stop it?

No. The doctors said I might g-g-grow out of it.

Why were you reading my History of the Civil Wars?

Oh, I'm gathering material for a life of my father and grandfather.

Oh, I remember them.

They both believed in the Republic.

I know they did. That's why they died.

I beg your pardon?

I mean, that's why they were poisoned.

- P-p-p-poisoned?! - Shh! Not so loud.

I won't mention any names, but I'll tell you this.

You say you're writing a life of your father?

They won't let you finish it.

Who won't?

Never mind. Look here, Clavdivs, I'll give you some good advice.

Do you want to live a long and useful life?

Yes!

In that case, exaggerate your stutter and your limp.

Let your wits wander and play the fool as much as you like.

Do you understand me?

Tis a pleasure to talk to you my boy! I must find Livy.

P-P-Poisoned?

Taste that.

There's nothing like a piece of food picked fresh from a tree,

or a field or a stalk.

It's very nice, but you didn't ask me here to taste figs.

Did you ever think how fortunate we are?

That we weren't born in a hut on the banks of the Rhine,

or in a grubby little tent in Syria.

Did you ever think what Rome means?

Do you understand the effort

that has gone into making this little place, master of the world?

Do you understand the dedication needed to maintain it?

Are you displeased with me, Grandfather?

Sit down.

Listen, Postumus.

We can't afford to sleep, you know.

Other people think only of their bread and their circuses,

but we have to provide them.

I hear nothing but complaints about you.

- What sort of complaint? - Well... all sorts.

You threw a palace guard into the fountain.

- He was laughing at Clavdivs. - But everyone laughs at Clavdivs.

What are you to do? Throw them all in the fountain?

And then people say you're rude and bad-tempered.

- Who says? - Well Livia for instance.

She complains about you all the time.

What does she say about me?

Well. she says, for example, that you're a bit of a rake. Is it true?

You know the night that the courier brought news from Germany, I sent for you?

- Yes. - You weren't in your room.

Your wife complains you don't sleep with her enough.

- I never wanted that marriage. - You could sleep with her, couldn't you?

She's the same as any other woman. It's for us to set an example.

Without proper family life, where will we find people to carry on?

Why has my inheritance from my father been withheld?

Oh, that's what's bothering you.

You'll get it when I think you're mature enough to use it.

- Do I have to sit in examination? - Now don't be cheeky with me.

Now, you listen. Your father was my greatest friend.

If anything had happened to me...

He would have taken over here. And that's what I look for in his sons.

Both your brothers are dead and you're all I've left of him.

It's my intention that you should follow me.

- My step-father may not agree. - Let me worry about Tiberius.

You made him your adopted son as well as me, what am I to think?

I did it out of respect for his mother. She's an amazing woman.

But Tiberius we just don't get on. I've never liked him.

- He's not right to succeed me, whatever Livia thinks.

- I say "succeed", but we are not kings.

- We have no divine right to rule.

- Still. after all my years of service to the state,

- I think the Senate will accept my recommendation.

- But you must earn it. You must give me confidence in you.

(KNOCKING)

Come.

Grandmother? You sent for me.

How are you?

Grandmother?

Why do you deceive your husband when he's away?

Deceive? I don't understand.

Why do you allow Postumus Agrippa into your room at night?

But I don't! Who said such a thing?

Come here.

You're not going to lie to me, are you?

You're not going to treat me like a fool?

Do you think that I, who know everything that happens in Rome

Wouldn't know what happens under my own roof?

I've had you watched, child, and Postumus Agrippa...

as I had his mother watched - your Aunt Julia.

Do you remember her?

She was sent to an island called Pandataria.

It's a few minutes walk from end to end.

Well. I shouldn't think she walks it much anymore.

She's been on it for seven years.

Oh, God! I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it! I won't ever do it again.

Don't send me away.

Please. Please. I won't ever see him again, I swear it.

(Sobbing)

(Crying)

You were always a naughty little girl, you know that, don't you?

Your mother never punished you enough.

You won't tell Augustus, will you?

He'll send me away if you do and I couldn't bear it!

Well. perhaps that won't be necessary.

Oh, come on, dry your tears.

There.

That's better.

Such a beautiful girl.

I was beautiful too once, you know?

They say you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

There was one other, but she was in Egypt.

And, besides, she didn't last as long as I did.

Now, about Postumus Agrippa. You're not in love with him, are you?

No.

He pestered you, I suppose, and you gave in.

- What frail creatures we women are. - He always wanted me.

And you always enjoyed teasing him. Yes, you did, I've seen it.

I swear to you I won't do it again.

Yes, well. let's not be in too much of a hurry to swear anything Livilla.

My dear, I must talk to you like a grown woman now.

Can I talk to you? Can I open my heart to you?

Oh, yes, Grandmother, yes.

Many years ago, before you were born,

we all went through the terrible agony of civil war.

Rome tottered and shook and nearly fell.

I'm afraid that may happen again.

And will it?

I'm sure of one thing.

Only a single hand at the helm will keep this ship on course.

The question is, whose hand will it be?

If there is any doubt, the rivalry will plunge us into civil war again.

- Is there a doubt? - Not in my mind.

But there is in someone else's.

Augustus?

Yes.

And it's my duty to remove that doubt.

Through everything I've ever done, that has been my only object.

And now it must become yours.

How, Grandmother?

You want your husband to become Emperor of Rome?

Yes.

Then his father must become Emperor before him.

Tiberius must succeed Augustus if Castor is to succeed Tiberius.

Only then will the line become established.

It'll seem easier to accept it than reject it.

And Postumus?

Bravo, my dear, you've put your finger on it.

Yes. Postumus.

As always, we come back to Postumus.

Nothing! That's what it amounts to - he's done nothing!

He holds bridges, but he doesn't cross them.

He's playing some game of his own!

(KNOCKING) Oh! Come in!

What's your son playing at?! Six months, and all he's got are the bridges over the Rhine!

- He just sits on his arse all day! - What does he say?

He says nothing, that's what he says. Or that's what it amounts to.

Those damned barbarians have got my eagles!

Quinctilius Varus, where are my eagles?!

Leave.

He is cautious, naturally.

Damn his caution! I sent him to get my eagles back,

not to sit on the Rhine!

He has an army of raw recruits. Should he risk another ambush?

If he doesn't risk something he should have stayed here!

- He's playing some game of his own. - That's a childish thing to say!

Is it? Why doesn't he send my eagles back?

He'll move when he judges the army ready to move.

He'll move now! I'll send Postumus with an army to make sure!

I think that wouldn't be wise.

I make the military decisions, not you!

There's no need to lose your temper.

I wouldn't dream of advising you on such matters.

My son would welcome reinforcements.

- I question only the sending of Postumus. - Why?

- He's unproved and untried. - Oh, you always say that!

If I do, That's because it's always true.

He's the obvious person to send. He's been training recruits for months.

Training and leading men into battle are not the same thing.

Agh! How will he ever learn if he never does anything?

His brother was Governor of Syria at 19.

Gaius was different.

You had confidence in him and so did the Senate.

Gaius was reliable. He was a statesman. We all loved him.

- Yes, but Postumus... - Postumus is unpredictable.

Besides if you send Postumus, Tiberius will regard it as a criticism.

Good! That's what it's meant to be. I'm not inquiring after his health!

There's a history of antagonism between Postumus and Tiberius.

Tiberius will regard Postumus more of a spy than a support.

He'll think you don't trust him.

That's ridiculous!

Haven't you said you think he's playing some game of his own?

If you want to avoid friction between the commanders,

then I suggest you send Germanicus.

All right, I'll send Germanicus! But I want my damned eagles back!

What's this?

It's a biography. The beginning of one, anyway.

- A biography of whom? - By whom is the point.

It's by my idiot grandson Clavdivs. Antonia found it in his study.

You don't expect me to read it?

No. I'm having it destroyed. It's subversive.

- I told him on no occount is he to continue it. - How is it subversive?

He praises his father's only fault - his attachment to the Republic.

He's harmless enough. You don't want me to punish him, do you?

No.

But I do want a decision on whether he'll sit in your box at the Games.

The games are in honour of his father.

If we send Germanicus off, neither of his sons will be in the box.

He should be there, but at the back.

I hope you don't think I'm going to pay for these games.

If that's how you feel We won't have games.

No. I just feel like that about paying for them!

Nobody's asking you to pay!

Yes. As long as that's understood.

Was it ever in doubt?

Antonia and I will pay for the Games, and Germanicus and Clavdivs.

Clavdivs? That's even more reason why he should be in the box.

It'll be a very expensive seat.

And when is he going to get married?

- This year. - You said that last year.

Yes, but I put it off.

- Will this girl marry him? - What's it got to do with her?

They were betrothed six years ago.

To be honest, I feel sorry for her. What's she like?

I don't know. I haven't seen her since she was 13.

- Does she know what she's getting? - Do any of us?

Look, you've left these matters to me for the last 30 years.

Are you going to start interfering now?

I was asking a question. Can't I ask a question anymore?

What's wrong with you? Why are you so bad tempered?!

It's you that's bad tempered!

Your temper gets worse by the day. Everybody notices it!

I think you could do with a rest!

A long one!

Quinctilius Varus, where are my eagles?!

(STATELY MUSIC PLAYS)

(CROWD ROARS)

Clavdivs, not there! Those are the Imperial seats.

Sit behind. Here, with Herod.

Your nose is running.

Just look at them all They can't wait to see the blood start flowing.

I've n-n-never seen a sword fight before.

I wish Ger-Germanicus was here.

Look at them! Stuffing themselves with cakes

down below, men are preparing to die for their enjoyment.

Oh, Herod! I hope you're not going to s-s-spoil it all.

My dear Clavdivs, I'm fascinated.

I never cease to wonder at these spectacles.

It's origin's r-r-religious.

It's a r-r-religious r-r-rite... r-r-really.

It's an honour. We render the spirits of the dead.

By rendering more people dead? How noble!

Oh, shut up, Herod. You're a J-Jew. You don't understand these things.

Besides, Mother will hear you and you'll make her cross.

I've a few words to say to you before these games begin.

Well. gather round.

Now, these games are being held in honour of my son, Drusus Nero,

who was worth the lot of you put together.

It's my intention that these games shall be remembered

long after you're dead and forgotten even by your nearest and dearest.

You're all scum and you know it,

but you've a chance here - some of you -

to prove that you're a bit more than that.

And for those whom death doesn't liberate,

there'll be plenty of freedoms handed out afterwards -

to say nothing of gold plate and coin.

But I want a good show.

I want my money's worth!

I don't want any kiss-in-the-ring stuff.

And I don't want my family watching two grown men

pussyfooting around each other for half an hour - before one of them aims a real blow.

There's been too much of that in the past.

Don't think you can fool me - I know every trick in the book,

like the pig's blood in the bladder to make it look as if you're dead.

There's been too much of that too lately.

These games are being degraded

by the increasing use of professional tricks to stay alive,

and I won't have it.

So put on a good show and there'll be plenty of money for the living

and a decent burial for the dead.

If not, I'll break this guild up...

and I'll send the lot of you to the mines in Numidia.

That's all I have to say.

(TRUMPET FANFARE)

(CROWD ROARS)

Clavdivs!

Get him up. This is not a comedy theatre.

That happened to me once. Do you remember, Livia?

No, I don't.

- It did. Which games was it at? - I don't remember.

- Or was it at the races? - The gladiators are saluting you.

Eh?

Oh.

(STEEL CLANGS)

- Calm down, for heaven's sake. - I'm t-trying.

One of them's about to die and they look more relaxed than you do.

Drusus would have loved this.

Yes. I was thinking of him.

I'm sure he's watching, my dear.

Poor Drusus.

I'm sure the fat one's going to win.

How about a little bet, Herod? I'll take the fat man for 20 gold pieces.

It's against my religion to bet on the life of a man.

Really? I thought you could bet on anything.

Caesar, it's true.

The Jews love gambling, but they fear their god more.

- Which one? - We have only one, Caesar.

I've never understood that. It's insufficient.

You could have some of ours.

Believe me, Caesar, the one we have is hard enough to live with!

(CROWD ROARS)

On second thoughts, I'll take the bet.

- Good man! - Finish him! Finish him!

- Err... - It's all right. I'll see him home.

Postumus.

- Where's your husband? - Out on one of his usual jaunts.

Oh, Livilla.

It was all I could do to stop touching you at the Games today.

I nearly went mad.

Oh, my poor darling.

Oh! Ow!

Murder! Murder!

- Stop it! Help me! - Livilla...

Don't! Stop it! Help me!

(SHE SCREAMS)

No, please! Help!

Help!

He tried to rape me! Keep him away!

You bitch! You filthy bitch!

What are you? Some kind of animal?

It's a lie. Can't you see? The whole thing's a lie.

Look at her. She's terrified!

- She invited me into her room. - I didn't!

He climbed up and attacked me!

She'd invite you to her room with her husband a few doors away?!

- She told me he'd be out. - You filthy pig!

Stop it! Stop it!

Wait outside.

I suppose this isn't your dagger?

Yes, it's mine, but she could have got it anytime.

What do you take me for?

You expect me to believe she falsely accused you of rape?

For what reason? Well. tell me!

- Ask her. Perhaps she knows. - I'm asking you!

He'll incriminate us all before he's done.

She hates me and you're too blind to see it.

Hates you? What do you mean?

She hated my brothers and my mother.

She hates anyone who might come between you and her son!

What is going on? What is he saying?

Oh, Grandfather, open your eyes! Throw off the blinkers!

For years everyone around you has either died or disappeared.

Do you think it was all an accident?

My father Agrippa and before him, Marcellus.

My brothers Gaius and Lucius, my mother Julia and now me!

Can't you see? She's clearing a path for herself!

And her other son, Drusus, whose memory she honours in those games -

ask her how he died!

There was nothing wrong with him till she sent her physician to him!

Marcellus? Agrippa?

What is he saying? What is he, some kind of raving lunatic?

What? Does he think that they were all murdered?

Are you insane? Or is just that you want me to think you are?

Yes! You're very clever.

You think that by pretending to be mad that I'll be lenient with you.

You think insanity will move me and I'll put you away somewhere.

You're disgusting!

I'd rather clear vomit off the street than talk to you.

It's incredible, isn't it?

It's too horrific even to think about.

I have to be mad even to mention it.

What a joke!

What a pathetic joke!

It's not me that's mad, it's her!

Look at her, she's a madwoman!

She'll destroy us all before she's finished, you included!

I could kill you now.

Spill your guts and give you no more thought than I would a dead dog.

But that'd be too good for you.

You're going to suffer, like your mother suffers.

Yes. Living out your life on a rock somewhere

with nothing but birds for company.

It won't be on any map because they're all too big for you.

But I'll find one, don't worry, just your size.

In ten minutes. You'll know every stone and blade of grass.

And you'll stay there until you rot!

Guard!

Take him out! Keep him under arrest!

Are you all right?

- I feel unclean. - It's him that's unclean, not you.

Tomorrow, you and I will go the temple and make a sacrifice together.

You'll feel better.

(SHOUTING OUTSIDE) Go on!

(SHOUTING OUTSIDE)

Sh! They're searching for me in the grounds. They'll find me soon.

- I haven't much time. - Postumus.

Just listen.

Well?

He slipped the guards. They're searching the palace.

He won't get far.

If he runs to the ends of the earth, he'll find a Roman to give him up.

Oh, take your wife to bed!

And, Castor, be nice to her. Get in beside her. That's your place.

If you'd been there more often, none of this might have happened!

And you really think my grandmother put Livilla up to it?

I'm certain of it.

I'll go. If Livia knows I've been here, your life won't be worth much.

But I wanted you, above all. to know the truth, and Germanicus.

I'll tell him. But, listen, stay alive.

Don't give them any excuse to k-k-kill you.

I'm sorry I won't be at your wedding.

Don't worry. It'll be a very small affair.

I e-m-mbarrass them all far too much.

Good. Go on embarrassing them.

Go on playing the idiot. It's safer that way.

Somebody else said that to me a while ago. Asinius P-Pollio.

Then we're not the only ones who know what's going on.

Goodbye, old friend.

(SHOUTING OUTSIDE)

(SOME TITTERING)

(LIVIA) She grew!

She just kept on growing!

(LAUGHTER ECHOES)

Text Corrected and Re-Resynced by Chvck

Original by moviesbyrizzo (incl re-sync for HD)