La via Augusta (2007): Season 1, Episode 4 - El banquet - full transcript
THE VIA AUGUSTA
IV. The Banquet
Arinsal!
Arinsal!
Give the candied figs
back immediately!
Arinsal!
- Arinsal!
- By Jupiter!
What's this fuss all about?
I'm doing inventory...!
Same thing here. I can't play the
lyre with all this shouting.
- What a great loss for music!
- This boy will make me go crazy.
So now my dear Hasdrubal,
you're letting a goat
shepherd dominate you?
He's much more of a goat
than a shepherd! Come on.
A messenger brought this from general
Vespasian for Pompey Gaius Scipio.
- It looks urgent.
- I'll give it to him.
Arinsal!
You can go.
And cut your nails.
You look like an eagle.
Yes, milady.
What will Vespasian want?
I hope he's not
retracting the wedding.
- Military are men of their word.
- All men are...
Until they lose it under
an embroidered tunic.
We'll have to wait until
Pompey comes back.
Too bad.
- Who knows when he'll be back.
- He's never home.
And he said it was urgent.
But well...
If someone should
open the message...
- You don't really mean to...
- What a good idea, Calpurnia!
- What idea? - To open the message
without him knowing about it.
No!
That was brilliant.
You scare even me sometimes.
The undefeated general
Vespasian Octavius Romulus...
hereby salutes his beloved
Pompey Gaius Scipio...
- Skip the compliments!
- You make me nervous.
Give it to me. You must get
down to brass tacks for this.
It's not the first time I read
someone else's mail, you know.
You little sparrow
from Mauritania.
Where did you get this "sparrow
of Mauritania" nickname from?
It was for me.
It was a private message!
There's nothing private here.
We're a family.
You should be ashamed
of cheating on my son
with an actor who's as
good as a mule's fart.
- Oh no!
- Oh what?
Vespasian is arriving today!
Today?
He returns victorious.
The gods have been in his favour.
And here he says...
Dear Pompey,
I need your wise advice
for a private matter...
which may affect
my own happiness.
What could it be?
He doesn't say.
- "Your wise advice..."?
- I don't like this.
How will you seal the
message back again?
Me?
It was your idea.
Vespasian arrives today.
Today?
What a surprise!
We must receive him as he deserves.
We'll celebrate a banquet in his honour.
- When?
- Today.
Oh, there you are Hasdrubal.
We'll have a banquet tonight.
It will be difficult, madam.
"Difficult" is not
a word for a slave.
Our pantry looks like the
Palestine desert, madam.
You'd better turn it
into the Luxor oasis.
- Sir.
- Go to the market.
With whose money?
That's enough!
It's Caesar's most
victorious general!
Yes, madam.
I'm sorry, madam.
We're talking about Vespasian,
our future son-in-law.
From Claudia and me only.
You're the grandmother.
Whatever.
This wedding will be
a blessing for us all.
- Especially for your business.
- Pompey, please.
I'm not keen of selling my
daughter to the highest bidder.
To the best possible catch.
A catch that will buy you boats
full of wheat for legions in Hispania.
That wouldn't hurt
us, right Antonius?
Being filthy rich
can never hurt you.
Did anyone think about
Marcia's happiness?
Did you?
Don't you have anything to say?
Hasdrubal, buy 5 lambs,
3 capons,
two goat kids, a
dozen pig vulvas,
milk, saffron, dates...
And wine.
Lots of wine for everyone!
We'll need it.
Sorry, I'll stop by later.
Come in, we're almost finished.
Aah... yes... There, there...
Don't stop. Right there.
Don't stop...! You should try her.
Her fingers are pure silver.
- I don't like to be touched.
- You don't?
You don't know what
you're missing.
What did you want?
Your influence.
On what?
Vespasian.
- What's with Vespasian?
- He's arriving today.
You mean today today?
Your fun times are over.
You'll have to behave like an
honest and modest bride.
Vespasian is the great
hero of the moment.
Any woman would be
proud to be his wife.
Any man would be eager
to be my husband.
- I see two pimples on your face.
- That's not true!
Yes, it is!
Tell her, Marcus!
Two precious pimples.
Make me a face mask right now!
You will come to the market with me.
Go prepare the cart.
You, Numancia, with Laietana,
you'll serve the wine.
By Jupiter.
We'll have to make new tunics!
- Can you sew?
- Yes.
Bescaran, there's a trunk with
pieces of cloth in the barn.
I want it here right now.
Move!
Look who's here.
Where are the figs?
In your stomach, what else?
One more like this and I hang you
like a chicken from a hook!
Mandoni, you'll
prepare the wine.
It's a delicate job,
so pay good attention.
We take Marsala wine.
Which will be served warm....
Numantia!
And you mix it with a
third of water, okay?
- Why?
- What do you mean?
Throwing water into wine
You can only ruin it.
Only savages won't
water down their wine.
And you come with me, naughty boy.
You'll guard the cart for me.
- I hate Romani putri gorriankea!
- Speak in Latin or they'll punish you.
I would gouge out his
only eye if I could!
You should be grateful that they feed
you and don't kill you on forced labour.
I'll be grateful the day we escape
and I know what happened to my dad.
We cannot escape.
They'd kill us.
- Let them try. I'm a good warrior.
- With whose weapons?
I need a dagger.
You could get one for me.
- Me? - Their elder son and
the old woman have daggers.
What are you talking about?
Have you noticed how that
Pompey looks at you?
I haven't noticed anything.
Liar!
We lost 57 barrels of
Marsala wine in the wreck.
If we had sold them
at 80 sestercii each,
they would amount to...
...a lot of sestercii!
Should I write it down like that?
A lot of sestercii lost?
I wanted to be an actor,
not a merchant.
Sometimes I think about it.
- When will you grow up?
- Growing up is boring.
And stop eating or you'll end up
looking like Hannibal's elephant!
- Something about you lately...
- There's nothing about me.
You should watch this mood of yours.
Did a doctor see you recently?
You know my doctor keeps
forgetting about me.
You had a quarrel again?
We don't even have
a quarrel lately. I wish.
- Dunno...
- At least you and Calpurnia argue!
She's the one who argues.
I pretend I listen to her.
Pompey doesn't like it here.
And he doesn't like me.
He just won't stand watching our
mother calling the shots, that's all.
Yes, he's too much of a
man to obey someone.
Why don't you make peace?
It's not that hard.
When Calpurnia would beat me,
I apologize and she stops.
You two sleep together now.
You have no excuse.
I'm not a tart, Antonius.
Well, that's too bad, Claudia.
Because you being a bit of a
tart, is good for us all.
- Needs some tightening up here, right?
- A little bit.
There are much more beautiful
and more good-priced tunics in Rome.
- Well, I like it.
- This is just a village.
It doesn't look right to me.
Try the other one.
- This one looks better.
- I don't know.
It's perfect.
Are you spying on us?
I'm looking for Marcia.
She must be getting ready for
the arrival of her fianc?.
In her room, I suppose.
Marcia.
Yep, Marcia. I'm not deaf,
my dear sister-in-law.
Not blind either.
She'd deserve silk instead of linen.
- That's alright for a slave.
- Silk, my dear, believe me.
No problem if you pay for it!
I have no denarius left, I'm sorry.
And if you had one, you
would have gambled on it.
You'd better watch
out, silk or linen!
Look at him. Vespasian.
The bravest and most
handsome man in the Empire.
You're right, grandma.
He's very attractive.
- So mature and virile.
- He looks like aunt Plotina.
- You're jealous.
- Yeah, jealous of a 50-year-old man.
- Your Jupiter is much older.
- Gods are eternal!
What a drag marrying someone who
will keep an eye on you forever!
Stop it!
Don't talk about Jupiter in vain, or else
he'll strike you down with lightning!
- The sun...
- Yes...
- It's going down.
- What do you mean?
The sun is dying.
- It's the end of the world!
- Don't worry, it's nothing.
I'll fix this!
Oh, powerful Mitra,
give back the light!
- Who's Mitra?
- A Persian God.
- Aren't you a Carthaginian?
- I'm from the God who works for me.
Mitra!
Mitra!!!
This is to announce great evils
that Gods will send to us.
It's just the moon
in front of the sun.
You philistine!
That can't be the moon.
- She's right.
- So the moon can walk now?
The moon moves indeed. It's a fact
as natural as rain or the wind.
What do you mean? Isn't this
the gods trying to warn us?
Oracles don't exist?
So, for you, the yellow liver
of a goose is not a sign of...?
- Jaundice?
- And a sneezing cat?
It caught a cold, maybe?
I don't care what you think.
I believe the gods are
warning us about something.
Some light goes out,
some hope is melting...
Maybe it's the hope of us
becoming a normal family one day.
Maybe the wedding of your
daughter is at stake.
Nothing would make me
happier than that.
- Are you scared?
- No, I'm not.
Don't look at it.
It could hurt your eyes.
Oh, I see flashes of light!
It would be a shame to
waste such beautiful eyes.
There. It's over
- This can only mean one thing.
- What?
- The banquet must not be held.
- The seer strikes back!
- Someone will die during the banquet!
- Really?
She just wants your attention!
It's true, it's
written in the sky!
But the sun just came back
and it's the same old sun again.
It was a warning from Apollo: someone
will die. Call off the banquet!
- She just wants to ruin my day!
- Don't worry, Marcia.
This evening I want you to be
more alluring than Aphrodite.
You will be responsible of
the death of one of us!
Lambs, hens, capons...
- We have to buy garum from Barcino.
- What's garum?
A sauce made with fish guts
in brine, oil, salt and vinegar.
Fish guts...
Not for you! Garum is made for
wealthy people with a good palate.
Let's see: musicians, dancers,
a good poet...
- What else?
- Some whores?
No way!
This is a familial banquet!
I just said it to see
how they look like.
- You never went to a brothel?
- I'm from the mountains, sir.
- What about him?
- Who?
- The juggler.
- I can do it better than him!
- You?
- Yes. And with 4 oranges to boot.
Are you kidding me?
Tell him, Caro.
Am I good?
Hey, where did you come from?
- I'm from Pamphylia, sir.
- Oh, a Pamphilian.
Yes, sir.
How much would you charge me to act
at the house of Pompey Gay Scipio?
30 sestercii.
No kidding.
15!
25!
15!
20, dinner included.
See you there at dusk.
I can do it with 5 oranges
for 20 sestercii.
Sure.
Let's go.
Julia, my darling...
What you said before,
when the sun went out...
- That sign...
- Of someone dying.
Are you sure about that?
Wasn't that just another
child's play of yours?
No. it wasn't.
Anyway...
Let the Fates take our
lives when they deem it right.
But you'd better not spread
it around like that.
Slaves get nervous easily.
But it's true. Apollo said this. And he
sees everything from his chariot of fire.
Just leave Apollo alone.
Listen to me.
The banquet is very
important for us all.
I don't understand how Marcia can
marry a man she never met before.
You never really know about men.
Will you also marry
me to an old man?
I promise you will be the most
beautiful vestal in Rome.
Really?
And the most loved one by Jupiter.
He will give me a son.
Then we'll have a
demigod in the family!
I shall be discreet, grandma.
But someone will die.
Ave! It's me, Vespasian!
Vespasian!
What a joy!
Look at you...
You're hale and hearty.
I've had better times.
Why should you complain? All I
hear about you is heavenly glory.
You're Rome's most victorious general
and the most appreciated one by Caesar.
What Caesar appreciates the most is
the gold mines that we conquer.
Denarii rule the world.
What about you?
Are these good times for trading?
More than ever!
The Pax Augusta is a
blessing from heaven.
Dear Vespasian!
When did you arrive?
We thought you got lost between
the Cantabrians and the Astures.
- The campaign is over.
- Another victory of Rome!
I also fought against the
Ilergetes of the Segre.
They ambushed me.
Apparently Julius Caesar
didn't kill them all.
Are you alright?
I'm tired. I rode all day and...
Nothing a good bath and
a good dinner can't fix.
We prepared a banquet
for you tonight.
I don't want to cause
you any trouble.
It's no trouble at all.
It's time for you to
meet your future wife.
Marcia can't wait to meet you.
Am I supposed to
marry this old man?
Did you think he'd be the
reincarnation of Adonis?
- It has nothing to do with the portrait!
- Painters just do what they're told.
- The wedding must be cancelled.
- Should I tell grandma?
- He looks like a turtle!
- You'll have lots of baby turtles...
I swear I won't marry him.
I'll throw myself into the Tiber first.
- The Tiber is very far from here.
- Shut up and help me think!
Why should I?
You're the bride, not me.
Because I don't like to think!
My head explodes and you know it!
Think of something!
Two weeks ago, while fighting
against the Ilergetes.
I felt a frightening sting.
- Where?
- Right here.
- Have you felt it again?
- Very often. Almost every day.
It aches like hell.
Sit down.
I'll have a look.
And these wounds?
This is from the
campaign of the Rhine.
And these ones, from the
campaign of Dalmatia.
And this one here, from a
battle with the Persians.
My career is written on my skin.
- Let me see...
- Ouch! Right here!
Here, here!
- How would you describe those stings?
- They're very painful.
As if a spear was stuck well
inside of me. Over and over again.
You have a stone in your kidney.
Is that a serious thing?
I will prepare laudanum infusions
with laurel leaves for you.
You'll have to drink plenty
of water, take hot baths.
- And if it doesn't come out...
- Will you have to operate?
We'll see if it comes out naturally...
And when it comes out, it will be
through the most painful place, right?
I'm afraid so.
Listen, I heard that you have
done miracles with Caesar.
Not miracles.
Yes, they say you
turned him into a bull.
- Don't believe what people say.
- Come on, it's only a potion!
With some side effects
you wouldn't want.
Help me here!
I want to give you many grandchildren.
Listen, Vespasian...
- My daughter...
- Yes?
She's very young.
So what?
And you're not.
That's the perfect combination.
The experience and the
impulse of the first love...
- A love with a stone in his kidney.
- And millions of sestercii in real estate.
Well, try to eat a lot of fruit.
- Don't move so much.
- He's too old for me.
- He's got the perfect age.
- The perfect age?
Young men are weary.
They won't leave you alone.
I bet she went to school
with Romulus and Remus!
Stand still!
Please mother, don't
marry me to Vespasian!
Oh, what a tragedy!
Your grandfather was older than me and
she always treated me like a queen.
- You didn't love him!
- I loved him my way.
The same way I love everybody.
You will have beautiful children.
We'll have baby turtles.
They'll draw admiration
throughout the Empire.
I'll revolt and die if
he tries to touch me.
- Just close your eyes.
- But I'll have to touch him and kiss him.
You just close your eyes
and let him do the rest.
- Like a dead body?
- Exactly.
You get married as a virgin.
And on your wedding night you
must behave like a real virgin.
You walk and look like a virgin, you
play hard to get like virgins do...
Because you are one.
Right?
- She's a virgin, isn't she?
- Are you asking "me"?
What do you mean?
All the decisions that
are made in this house
...are made by you
without consulting me.
What are you trying to say?
You have no right to
complain, Claudia.
I have put MY company
into your hands.
And I have put my
family into yours.
Okay, yes, I'm a virgin.
But maybe that will change today.
Is it that hard for you
to see your daughter
become one of the
richest women in Rome?
How's the chicken?
Go see if it's not burnt-on.
Thicker, Bescaran.
This sauce must be thicker.
And you? Yes, yes, very well,
Add some more water.
If I add more water it will
look like the Ebro River.
- I said more water.
- They'll wash their feet in it.
- Your husband is...
- My husband is dead.
Oh yes, I forgot about it.
Arinsal, give me that cheese!
Laietana, you haven't
killed the hares yet!
- By Hercules, are you sleeping?
- I must bring the herbs to the guest.
- You take care of this, Mandoni.
- Me?
Yes, just go!
You can start killing the hares now.
Come on!
Bring me some red pepper!
- She's lovely!
- I knew you would like her.
- Where's her big sister?
- She's the big sister!
It's Marcia!
But... she looks very young.
We'll leave this
for the banquet.
- I'll count the minutes.
- Run and get dressed for dinner.
Granted, I'm her grandmother, but she's
the most beautiful girl in the Empire.
- I just want to have children.
- Our women can give you that.
What is it?
You.
Madam?
What are you doing
standing there?
Can I trust your slaves?
Can you drink safely
in this house?
- They're new. What's your name?
- Mandoni.
They have such difficult names...
I'll tell you Fury.
- Fury's a horse name.
- That's exactly what he reminds me of.
- Is he an Iberian?
- Who knows what he must be.
Yes, he's an Iberian.
They all look alike.
I could tell them
from a mile away.
It's natural.
I killed so many of them after all.
- Taste it.
- No, it won't be necessary.
They're just bumpkins.
They ignore the secrets of poison.
You're dismissed, Fury.
We come to bring them progress and
they stare at us as if we are devils.
It's him!
- What? - The general who burned
our town and killed our people.
- Who are you talking about?
- The guest!
You must be mistaken.
I would never forget his face.
He must know whatever
happened to my father.
Last time I saw him, he
was fighting against him!
Don't do anything
you could regret.
I must know.
It's now or never!
Did you get the dagger?
No, I didn't.
- Look at me in the eyes.
- I couldn't!
Osca!
Give me that.
What are you doing?!
I would come to you if
you'd whistle at me.
Did you tell Vespasian about me?
What do you want me to tell him about you?
That you have blue eyes?
- Look at me!
- You hurt me!
I don't want to marry Vespasian.
You don't?
I'd jump from the Tarpeian
Rock if I had to.
What rock is that?
Marcus...
- You're the only solution
that's left for me. - Me?
They must find me in the arms of
another man, do you understand?
- Yes. Another man.
- You. - Me?
- I know you like me.
- A lot.
Well, I'll be yours tonight.
- Okay?
- Can't it be right now?
No, because we must be caught.
This evening, before the banquet.
- Where?
- In my bedroom.
Do you think Vespasian
will be okay with this?
Of course.
Vespasian is a great general.
He's just happy to share his
things with his soldiers.
- What a nice man!
- Yes, he is. But please be there on time.
Before dusk.
- Father.
- What?
- When was the first time that you...?
- Me... what?
...that you touched a woman?
At 14. With a Greek one.
- And how was it?
- Okay.
- Just okay?
- Yeah.
The first time is always a
bit frustrating, isn't it?
Are you telling me that
you still haven't...?
But I took you to Flavia
Domitilla's once!
I freaked out.
- Flavia is a gorgeous woman!
- She reminded me of mum.
This happened almost
three years ago!
Haven't you visited a
brothel again since then?
- Not even chased a slave girl?
- No.
- A slave man, maybe...?
- They give me the creeps, so hairy.
- You can shave them!
- I just met a girl I like so much.
She invited me to her room.
And I want everything to work out fine.
- What worries you?
- That I may not be up to the task.
Are you kidding me?
I've seen you at the baths and
you have nothing to worry about.
How do you do it?
How do you do it?
It comes out naturally.
But let me tell you.
Don't go fast.
Start cuddling her,
whisper in her ear...
- Everything very slowly.
- Very slowly.
No hurry...
Go through her whole body.
Women would ask for a
quiet navigation.
I don't know if I can do that.
In a nutshell, son:
the hotter you feel,
the cooler you have to be.
I'll say it again.
We cannot approve the wedding
of Marcia with Vespasian.
It's a bit late, don't you think?
- Vespasian is sick.
- Better still. He won't last long.
Stop being cynical with me.
A wedding is an
agreement, a deal.
And this is the best deal that
we can offer to our daughter.
You remind me of your mother
more and more every day.
And the slave, who does
she remind you of?
I don't get you.
I've seen how you looked at her.
I'm her master. I'm entitled
to do whatever I want with her.
Get rid of her.
I'd have to do something
first, wouldn't I?
You see how it's better
to marry without love?
- What are you doing?
- I'm helping him.
- You shouldn't.
- What do you care?
Okay, be a slave then.
Why are you drinking?
You never do that.
- I'm getting ready.
- To what? - To act in a cold way.
Wine gets you hot, you fool.
It causes heartburn to me.
- Take this to the kitchen.
- Yes, sir.
If someone asks for me,
I'm out working out. - Okay.
Hey!
Anybody there?
Hey, guys! Is the house of
Pompey, Caesar's doctor?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Oh, thank you.
How kind of you!
It's great to be welcomed to a house
where artists are appreciated.
- Quick!
- Quick?
Yes, I told Julia to bring them
here with some petty excuse.
Who will she bring?
- Take my clothes off, quick!
- Slowly and gently...!
- Why should we go slowly?
- Because women want a quiet navigation.
Wait, wait, Marcia.
Let's cuddle up.
- Why are you touching my ears?
- You don't like it?
I must be cool, act in a cold way...
Marcus?
- What?
- Are you hurt?
- My ship just sunk.
- By Jupiter! - Marcia!
Marcia!
Marcus!
What are you doing, children?
- He was seducing me.
- Me?
I told you to stay
away from your cousin!
He grabbed me and made everything
he wanted to me, grandma!
No one in the world could force you
to do anything against your will.
And surely not Marcus!
Get out of here now!
We gave our word.
Understood?
Here she comes.
Our gorgeous and dearest Marcia.
Not even Virgil could
sing to so much beauty!
Well, Vespasian, please,
take your place of honour.
- Yes.
- Hold on. Someone's not here yet.
- Who, mother?
- It's a surprise that I have for you.
Caesar!
What a beautiful picture!
A happy Roman family.
It is an honour for us to
welcome you to our house.
I couldn't miss the prenuptial
banquet of my best general
and the daughter
of my best doctor.
Another trick from your mother.
What do you mean?
With Caesar here, it's impossible
to consider cancelling the wedding.
My mother is the culprit of all
the evils of the world, right?
You sacrifice everything for her.
- She wants the best for her family.
- This is not a family, Claudia.
This is a pit of ambitions.
This kid goat is delicious!
By Jupiter, I should go
out to dinner more often!
You don't like your cooks?
They mix everything
with so many sauces and spices
that the food ends up not
tasting how it should.
And the palace is so big that my food
is always cold when it gets to me.
- You should have dinner in the kitchen.
- With the slave women, right?
So how's the Via Augusta?
I'd rather not talk about it.
It's costing me a fortune.
To you and to all of us, great lord.
We are an empire, and empires
are expensive, my friend.
And you Romans like the good life but
you always complain about taxes.
I hope you won't raise them.
I'm the emperor who raised
taxes the least in our history.
- You don't talk much, Vespasian.
- I'm a man of few words.
From now on Marcia will
speak them out for you.
Well, we still haven't
heard her voice tonight.
I lost it.
The excitement of the moment. She's been
waiting for this night for so long!
Hadrian!
Come over here.
Our Hadrian has prepared
a small epic poem
about Vespasian's heroic
deeds in the Pyrenees.
- Really?
- It's a beautiful poem. Right, Antonius?
Yes. Drama is in his blood.
Just like his father.
And war is in Marcus'.
Just like her mother.
I wouldn't say war,
but rather incursion...
Come on Hadrian, we're
waiting for you.
Not even all the gods together could
praise the honours of the great Vespasian.
Neither men would know how to sing
the force of his irreducible arm.
And it is then when the wicked ruler
Arioske surprises him treacherously.
Arioske.
And Vespasian, he
leaves his horse
to take his victorious
sword to fight with the furious
and blood-thirsty
Arioske face-to-face.
He cuts him an arm
with a precise hit,
but Arioske does not
give in and strikes back.
Vespasian fights with no other
help than the gods and his courage.
And he finally sticks his sword
into the cruel and fierce
heart of his reckless rival.
Vespasian comes back, fast and
victorious, to the superb Tarraco,
to marry a younger girl more
beautiful than the forested Diana,
and to praise the Pax Augusta,
which covers the Empire as a mantle.
Glory to the great Vespasian!
Glory to Augustus, forever immortal!
It was really like that.
That Arioske was as bold as a panther.
You really have talent, young Hadrian.
Get ready because the Senate
wants people like you.
Why are you staring
at me like this?
- I can't stare at you any other way.
- I don't like to be stared at.
Go away.
My father is dead and I'm
serving the man who killed him!
Mandoni, don't...
- Where are the knives?
- Hasdrubal hid them.
You won't find
anything, believe me.
It's better like that. The house
is surrounded by soldiers.
What should I do then? Nothing?
What will my father think about me?
Numancia hid a knife for herself.
Do you want to see him dead?
We're all dead.
Where's the juggler?
Where is the juggler?!
By the beards of Mitra!
He fell asleep?
Hey you, wake up!
Wake up! It's your turn!
Who gave wine to this man?
You can never give
wine to artists!
Forgive me, Caesar.
I don't know what's with me today.
If you fail again
I cut both your arms.
Mother!
We'll have to have fun
with something in the end!
Get him out of here and bring
back his two arms in a tray.
What a disgrace!
Hadrian can recite another
poem for us if you want.
That won't be necessary.
Perhaps the future bride could
do a belly dance for us.
I can't.
I lost my voice.
With three oranges!
Is he the son of the juggler?
With 4 oranges!
What are you doing?
Please don't do it.
They'll kill you.
- Think of your people.
- That's what I'm doing.
With 5!
Where are you going?
- To serve the wine.
- There are enough people serving it.
But since you're here...
Grab this and take it there.
What's this?
It's something these people do.
Oh, you never know a thing!
Hurry up! Give it to the Caesar. And
don't laugh. It's a very serious moment.
I don't understand.
You'll soon do.
Really good. He could go to the
front to kill enemies with oranges.
Where are my 20 sestercii?
Is he asking for money?
Okay, 15 sestercii because it's you.
Vespasian, I give you the honour
of the Memento mori.
I'll never understand this habit
of speaking of death in a banquet.
Antonius!
I get heartburn
whenever they start talking
about worms and rotten bodies!
It's a very ancient Roman habit,
and we're not going to change it now.
- Please...
- I told you, my rhetoric is not good.
I'm asking you as a friend.
I'll keep it brief.
All the better.
Oh, Caesar!
Oh, kind Scipio family!
We often forget
that we are mortal.
And that our time is getting
closer relentlessly.
But while death does not
grab us with its arms...
Please allow me to
get ready to enjoy...
the embrace and the gentle rest...
...in the company of my future wife.
And to all of you,
I thank you for this
warm welcome.
- I need your help.
- What?
- We must get Mandoni out of here!
- What is it?
I cannot tell you! You only have
to go there and give him an order.
- Which order?
- Just anything.
He must stay away
from the general.
You look so beautiful.
Please!
What?
If you'll excuse me.
I'll be right back.
Are you alright?
There's nothing that the
latrine cannot fix.
Do you know who I am?
- What are you doing here?
- Do you know who I am?
I heard you, I'm not deaf.
I know who you are. You are Fury!
I'm the Arioske's son.
No, hold on...
I lied, I swear to you!
I felt a sting at the
field and I passed out.
The legionaries protected
me and Arioske escaped.
I swear to you he's not dead.
I lied to save my honour.
Gods!
Call Pompey!
Call Pompey!
Kill me, kill me!
I can't stand this pain!
Mandoni!
You killed him.
I won't let them kill him.
Do you hear me?
If you release my brother,
I'll only live to serve you.
I'll obey you.
I'll do everything
you ask me to do.
If you don't deflower me
right now, I'll crucify you.
Are you advising me to
rape your daughter?
I see your face of desire,
but I know it's not for me.
Take him to the barn.
Where's Mandoni?
You will fight against
him tomorrow.
What?
No!
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IV. The Banquet
Arinsal!
Arinsal!
Give the candied figs
back immediately!
Arinsal!
- Arinsal!
- By Jupiter!
What's this fuss all about?
I'm doing inventory...!
Same thing here. I can't play the
lyre with all this shouting.
- What a great loss for music!
- This boy will make me go crazy.
So now my dear Hasdrubal,
you're letting a goat
shepherd dominate you?
He's much more of a goat
than a shepherd! Come on.
A messenger brought this from general
Vespasian for Pompey Gaius Scipio.
- It looks urgent.
- I'll give it to him.
Arinsal!
You can go.
And cut your nails.
You look like an eagle.
Yes, milady.
What will Vespasian want?
I hope he's not
retracting the wedding.
- Military are men of their word.
- All men are...
Until they lose it under
an embroidered tunic.
We'll have to wait until
Pompey comes back.
Too bad.
- Who knows when he'll be back.
- He's never home.
And he said it was urgent.
But well...
If someone should
open the message...
- You don't really mean to...
- What a good idea, Calpurnia!
- What idea? - To open the message
without him knowing about it.
No!
That was brilliant.
You scare even me sometimes.
The undefeated general
Vespasian Octavius Romulus...
hereby salutes his beloved
Pompey Gaius Scipio...
- Skip the compliments!
- You make me nervous.
Give it to me. You must get
down to brass tacks for this.
It's not the first time I read
someone else's mail, you know.
You little sparrow
from Mauritania.
Where did you get this "sparrow
of Mauritania" nickname from?
It was for me.
It was a private message!
There's nothing private here.
We're a family.
You should be ashamed
of cheating on my son
with an actor who's as
good as a mule's fart.
- Oh no!
- Oh what?
Vespasian is arriving today!
Today?
He returns victorious.
The gods have been in his favour.
And here he says...
Dear Pompey,
I need your wise advice
for a private matter...
which may affect
my own happiness.
What could it be?
He doesn't say.
- "Your wise advice..."?
- I don't like this.
How will you seal the
message back again?
Me?
It was your idea.
Vespasian arrives today.
Today?
What a surprise!
We must receive him as he deserves.
We'll celebrate a banquet in his honour.
- When?
- Today.
Oh, there you are Hasdrubal.
We'll have a banquet tonight.
It will be difficult, madam.
"Difficult" is not
a word for a slave.
Our pantry looks like the
Palestine desert, madam.
You'd better turn it
into the Luxor oasis.
- Sir.
- Go to the market.
With whose money?
That's enough!
It's Caesar's most
victorious general!
Yes, madam.
I'm sorry, madam.
We're talking about Vespasian,
our future son-in-law.
From Claudia and me only.
You're the grandmother.
Whatever.
This wedding will be
a blessing for us all.
- Especially for your business.
- Pompey, please.
I'm not keen of selling my
daughter to the highest bidder.
To the best possible catch.
A catch that will buy you boats
full of wheat for legions in Hispania.
That wouldn't hurt
us, right Antonius?
Being filthy rich
can never hurt you.
Did anyone think about
Marcia's happiness?
Did you?
Don't you have anything to say?
Hasdrubal, buy 5 lambs,
3 capons,
two goat kids, a
dozen pig vulvas,
milk, saffron, dates...
And wine.
Lots of wine for everyone!
We'll need it.
Sorry, I'll stop by later.
Come in, we're almost finished.
Aah... yes... There, there...
Don't stop. Right there.
Don't stop...! You should try her.
Her fingers are pure silver.
- I don't like to be touched.
- You don't?
You don't know what
you're missing.
What did you want?
Your influence.
On what?
Vespasian.
- What's with Vespasian?
- He's arriving today.
You mean today today?
Your fun times are over.
You'll have to behave like an
honest and modest bride.
Vespasian is the great
hero of the moment.
Any woman would be
proud to be his wife.
Any man would be eager
to be my husband.
- I see two pimples on your face.
- That's not true!
Yes, it is!
Tell her, Marcus!
Two precious pimples.
Make me a face mask right now!
You will come to the market with me.
Go prepare the cart.
You, Numancia, with Laietana,
you'll serve the wine.
By Jupiter.
We'll have to make new tunics!
- Can you sew?
- Yes.
Bescaran, there's a trunk with
pieces of cloth in the barn.
I want it here right now.
Move!
Look who's here.
Where are the figs?
In your stomach, what else?
One more like this and I hang you
like a chicken from a hook!
Mandoni, you'll
prepare the wine.
It's a delicate job,
so pay good attention.
We take Marsala wine.
Which will be served warm....
Numantia!
And you mix it with a
third of water, okay?
- Why?
- What do you mean?
Throwing water into wine
You can only ruin it.
Only savages won't
water down their wine.
And you come with me, naughty boy.
You'll guard the cart for me.
- I hate Romani putri gorriankea!
- Speak in Latin or they'll punish you.
I would gouge out his
only eye if I could!
You should be grateful that they feed
you and don't kill you on forced labour.
I'll be grateful the day we escape
and I know what happened to my dad.
We cannot escape.
They'd kill us.
- Let them try. I'm a good warrior.
- With whose weapons?
I need a dagger.
You could get one for me.
- Me? - Their elder son and
the old woman have daggers.
What are you talking about?
Have you noticed how that
Pompey looks at you?
I haven't noticed anything.
Liar!
We lost 57 barrels of
Marsala wine in the wreck.
If we had sold them
at 80 sestercii each,
they would amount to...
...a lot of sestercii!
Should I write it down like that?
A lot of sestercii lost?
I wanted to be an actor,
not a merchant.
Sometimes I think about it.
- When will you grow up?
- Growing up is boring.
And stop eating or you'll end up
looking like Hannibal's elephant!
- Something about you lately...
- There's nothing about me.
You should watch this mood of yours.
Did a doctor see you recently?
You know my doctor keeps
forgetting about me.
You had a quarrel again?
We don't even have
a quarrel lately. I wish.
- Dunno...
- At least you and Calpurnia argue!
She's the one who argues.
I pretend I listen to her.
Pompey doesn't like it here.
And he doesn't like me.
He just won't stand watching our
mother calling the shots, that's all.
Yes, he's too much of a
man to obey someone.
Why don't you make peace?
It's not that hard.
When Calpurnia would beat me,
I apologize and she stops.
You two sleep together now.
You have no excuse.
I'm not a tart, Antonius.
Well, that's too bad, Claudia.
Because you being a bit of a
tart, is good for us all.
- Needs some tightening up here, right?
- A little bit.
There are much more beautiful
and more good-priced tunics in Rome.
- Well, I like it.
- This is just a village.
It doesn't look right to me.
Try the other one.
- This one looks better.
- I don't know.
It's perfect.
Are you spying on us?
I'm looking for Marcia.
She must be getting ready for
the arrival of her fianc?.
In her room, I suppose.
Marcia.
Yep, Marcia. I'm not deaf,
my dear sister-in-law.
Not blind either.
She'd deserve silk instead of linen.
- That's alright for a slave.
- Silk, my dear, believe me.
No problem if you pay for it!
I have no denarius left, I'm sorry.
And if you had one, you
would have gambled on it.
You'd better watch
out, silk or linen!
Look at him. Vespasian.
The bravest and most
handsome man in the Empire.
You're right, grandma.
He's very attractive.
- So mature and virile.
- He looks like aunt Plotina.
- You're jealous.
- Yeah, jealous of a 50-year-old man.
- Your Jupiter is much older.
- Gods are eternal!
What a drag marrying someone who
will keep an eye on you forever!
Stop it!
Don't talk about Jupiter in vain, or else
he'll strike you down with lightning!
- The sun...
- Yes...
- It's going down.
- What do you mean?
The sun is dying.
- It's the end of the world!
- Don't worry, it's nothing.
I'll fix this!
Oh, powerful Mitra,
give back the light!
- Who's Mitra?
- A Persian God.
- Aren't you a Carthaginian?
- I'm from the God who works for me.
Mitra!
Mitra!!!
This is to announce great evils
that Gods will send to us.
It's just the moon
in front of the sun.
You philistine!
That can't be the moon.
- She's right.
- So the moon can walk now?
The moon moves indeed. It's a fact
as natural as rain or the wind.
What do you mean? Isn't this
the gods trying to warn us?
Oracles don't exist?
So, for you, the yellow liver
of a goose is not a sign of...?
- Jaundice?
- And a sneezing cat?
It caught a cold, maybe?
I don't care what you think.
I believe the gods are
warning us about something.
Some light goes out,
some hope is melting...
Maybe it's the hope of us
becoming a normal family one day.
Maybe the wedding of your
daughter is at stake.
Nothing would make me
happier than that.
- Are you scared?
- No, I'm not.
Don't look at it.
It could hurt your eyes.
Oh, I see flashes of light!
It would be a shame to
waste such beautiful eyes.
There. It's over
- This can only mean one thing.
- What?
- The banquet must not be held.
- The seer strikes back!
- Someone will die during the banquet!
- Really?
She just wants your attention!
It's true, it's
written in the sky!
But the sun just came back
and it's the same old sun again.
It was a warning from Apollo: someone
will die. Call off the banquet!
- She just wants to ruin my day!
- Don't worry, Marcia.
This evening I want you to be
more alluring than Aphrodite.
You will be responsible of
the death of one of us!
Lambs, hens, capons...
- We have to buy garum from Barcino.
- What's garum?
A sauce made with fish guts
in brine, oil, salt and vinegar.
Fish guts...
Not for you! Garum is made for
wealthy people with a good palate.
Let's see: musicians, dancers,
a good poet...
- What else?
- Some whores?
No way!
This is a familial banquet!
I just said it to see
how they look like.
- You never went to a brothel?
- I'm from the mountains, sir.
- What about him?
- Who?
- The juggler.
- I can do it better than him!
- You?
- Yes. And with 4 oranges to boot.
Are you kidding me?
Tell him, Caro.
Am I good?
Hey, where did you come from?
- I'm from Pamphylia, sir.
- Oh, a Pamphilian.
Yes, sir.
How much would you charge me to act
at the house of Pompey Gay Scipio?
30 sestercii.
No kidding.
15!
25!
15!
20, dinner included.
See you there at dusk.
I can do it with 5 oranges
for 20 sestercii.
Sure.
Let's go.
Julia, my darling...
What you said before,
when the sun went out...
- That sign...
- Of someone dying.
Are you sure about that?
Wasn't that just another
child's play of yours?
No. it wasn't.
Anyway...
Let the Fates take our
lives when they deem it right.
But you'd better not spread
it around like that.
Slaves get nervous easily.
But it's true. Apollo said this. And he
sees everything from his chariot of fire.
Just leave Apollo alone.
Listen to me.
The banquet is very
important for us all.
I don't understand how Marcia can
marry a man she never met before.
You never really know about men.
Will you also marry
me to an old man?
I promise you will be the most
beautiful vestal in Rome.
Really?
And the most loved one by Jupiter.
He will give me a son.
Then we'll have a
demigod in the family!
I shall be discreet, grandma.
But someone will die.
Ave! It's me, Vespasian!
Vespasian!
What a joy!
Look at you...
You're hale and hearty.
I've had better times.
Why should you complain? All I
hear about you is heavenly glory.
You're Rome's most victorious general
and the most appreciated one by Caesar.
What Caesar appreciates the most is
the gold mines that we conquer.
Denarii rule the world.
What about you?
Are these good times for trading?
More than ever!
The Pax Augusta is a
blessing from heaven.
Dear Vespasian!
When did you arrive?
We thought you got lost between
the Cantabrians and the Astures.
- The campaign is over.
- Another victory of Rome!
I also fought against the
Ilergetes of the Segre.
They ambushed me.
Apparently Julius Caesar
didn't kill them all.
Are you alright?
I'm tired. I rode all day and...
Nothing a good bath and
a good dinner can't fix.
We prepared a banquet
for you tonight.
I don't want to cause
you any trouble.
It's no trouble at all.
It's time for you to
meet your future wife.
Marcia can't wait to meet you.
Am I supposed to
marry this old man?
Did you think he'd be the
reincarnation of Adonis?
- It has nothing to do with the portrait!
- Painters just do what they're told.
- The wedding must be cancelled.
- Should I tell grandma?
- He looks like a turtle!
- You'll have lots of baby turtles...
I swear I won't marry him.
I'll throw myself into the Tiber first.
- The Tiber is very far from here.
- Shut up and help me think!
Why should I?
You're the bride, not me.
Because I don't like to think!
My head explodes and you know it!
Think of something!
Two weeks ago, while fighting
against the Ilergetes.
I felt a frightening sting.
- Where?
- Right here.
- Have you felt it again?
- Very often. Almost every day.
It aches like hell.
Sit down.
I'll have a look.
And these wounds?
This is from the
campaign of the Rhine.
And these ones, from the
campaign of Dalmatia.
And this one here, from a
battle with the Persians.
My career is written on my skin.
- Let me see...
- Ouch! Right here!
Here, here!
- How would you describe those stings?
- They're very painful.
As if a spear was stuck well
inside of me. Over and over again.
You have a stone in your kidney.
Is that a serious thing?
I will prepare laudanum infusions
with laurel leaves for you.
You'll have to drink plenty
of water, take hot baths.
- And if it doesn't come out...
- Will you have to operate?
We'll see if it comes out naturally...
And when it comes out, it will be
through the most painful place, right?
I'm afraid so.
Listen, I heard that you have
done miracles with Caesar.
Not miracles.
Yes, they say you
turned him into a bull.
- Don't believe what people say.
- Come on, it's only a potion!
With some side effects
you wouldn't want.
Help me here!
I want to give you many grandchildren.
Listen, Vespasian...
- My daughter...
- Yes?
She's very young.
So what?
And you're not.
That's the perfect combination.
The experience and the
impulse of the first love...
- A love with a stone in his kidney.
- And millions of sestercii in real estate.
Well, try to eat a lot of fruit.
- Don't move so much.
- He's too old for me.
- He's got the perfect age.
- The perfect age?
Young men are weary.
They won't leave you alone.
I bet she went to school
with Romulus and Remus!
Stand still!
Please mother, don't
marry me to Vespasian!
Oh, what a tragedy!
Your grandfather was older than me and
she always treated me like a queen.
- You didn't love him!
- I loved him my way.
The same way I love everybody.
You will have beautiful children.
We'll have baby turtles.
They'll draw admiration
throughout the Empire.
I'll revolt and die if
he tries to touch me.
- Just close your eyes.
- But I'll have to touch him and kiss him.
You just close your eyes
and let him do the rest.
- Like a dead body?
- Exactly.
You get married as a virgin.
And on your wedding night you
must behave like a real virgin.
You walk and look like a virgin, you
play hard to get like virgins do...
Because you are one.
Right?
- She's a virgin, isn't she?
- Are you asking "me"?
What do you mean?
All the decisions that
are made in this house
...are made by you
without consulting me.
What are you trying to say?
You have no right to
complain, Claudia.
I have put MY company
into your hands.
And I have put my
family into yours.
Okay, yes, I'm a virgin.
But maybe that will change today.
Is it that hard for you
to see your daughter
become one of the
richest women in Rome?
How's the chicken?
Go see if it's not burnt-on.
Thicker, Bescaran.
This sauce must be thicker.
And you? Yes, yes, very well,
Add some more water.
If I add more water it will
look like the Ebro River.
- I said more water.
- They'll wash their feet in it.
- Your husband is...
- My husband is dead.
Oh yes, I forgot about it.
Arinsal, give me that cheese!
Laietana, you haven't
killed the hares yet!
- By Hercules, are you sleeping?
- I must bring the herbs to the guest.
- You take care of this, Mandoni.
- Me?
Yes, just go!
You can start killing the hares now.
Come on!
Bring me some red pepper!
- She's lovely!
- I knew you would like her.
- Where's her big sister?
- She's the big sister!
It's Marcia!
But... she looks very young.
We'll leave this
for the banquet.
- I'll count the minutes.
- Run and get dressed for dinner.
Granted, I'm her grandmother, but she's
the most beautiful girl in the Empire.
- I just want to have children.
- Our women can give you that.
What is it?
You.
Madam?
What are you doing
standing there?
Can I trust your slaves?
Can you drink safely
in this house?
- They're new. What's your name?
- Mandoni.
They have such difficult names...
I'll tell you Fury.
- Fury's a horse name.
- That's exactly what he reminds me of.
- Is he an Iberian?
- Who knows what he must be.
Yes, he's an Iberian.
They all look alike.
I could tell them
from a mile away.
It's natural.
I killed so many of them after all.
- Taste it.
- No, it won't be necessary.
They're just bumpkins.
They ignore the secrets of poison.
You're dismissed, Fury.
We come to bring them progress and
they stare at us as if we are devils.
It's him!
- What? - The general who burned
our town and killed our people.
- Who are you talking about?
- The guest!
You must be mistaken.
I would never forget his face.
He must know whatever
happened to my father.
Last time I saw him, he
was fighting against him!
Don't do anything
you could regret.
I must know.
It's now or never!
Did you get the dagger?
No, I didn't.
- Look at me in the eyes.
- I couldn't!
Osca!
Give me that.
What are you doing?!
I would come to you if
you'd whistle at me.
Did you tell Vespasian about me?
What do you want me to tell him about you?
That you have blue eyes?
- Look at me!
- You hurt me!
I don't want to marry Vespasian.
You don't?
I'd jump from the Tarpeian
Rock if I had to.
What rock is that?
Marcus...
- You're the only solution
that's left for me. - Me?
They must find me in the arms of
another man, do you understand?
- Yes. Another man.
- You. - Me?
- I know you like me.
- A lot.
Well, I'll be yours tonight.
- Okay?
- Can't it be right now?
No, because we must be caught.
This evening, before the banquet.
- Where?
- In my bedroom.
Do you think Vespasian
will be okay with this?
Of course.
Vespasian is a great general.
He's just happy to share his
things with his soldiers.
- What a nice man!
- Yes, he is. But please be there on time.
Before dusk.
- Father.
- What?
- When was the first time that you...?
- Me... what?
...that you touched a woman?
At 14. With a Greek one.
- And how was it?
- Okay.
- Just okay?
- Yeah.
The first time is always a
bit frustrating, isn't it?
Are you telling me that
you still haven't...?
But I took you to Flavia
Domitilla's once!
I freaked out.
- Flavia is a gorgeous woman!
- She reminded me of mum.
This happened almost
three years ago!
Haven't you visited a
brothel again since then?
- Not even chased a slave girl?
- No.
- A slave man, maybe...?
- They give me the creeps, so hairy.
- You can shave them!
- I just met a girl I like so much.
She invited me to her room.
And I want everything to work out fine.
- What worries you?
- That I may not be up to the task.
Are you kidding me?
I've seen you at the baths and
you have nothing to worry about.
How do you do it?
How do you do it?
It comes out naturally.
But let me tell you.
Don't go fast.
Start cuddling her,
whisper in her ear...
- Everything very slowly.
- Very slowly.
No hurry...
Go through her whole body.
Women would ask for a
quiet navigation.
I don't know if I can do that.
In a nutshell, son:
the hotter you feel,
the cooler you have to be.
I'll say it again.
We cannot approve the wedding
of Marcia with Vespasian.
It's a bit late, don't you think?
- Vespasian is sick.
- Better still. He won't last long.
Stop being cynical with me.
A wedding is an
agreement, a deal.
And this is the best deal that
we can offer to our daughter.
You remind me of your mother
more and more every day.
And the slave, who does
she remind you of?
I don't get you.
I've seen how you looked at her.
I'm her master. I'm entitled
to do whatever I want with her.
Get rid of her.
I'd have to do something
first, wouldn't I?
You see how it's better
to marry without love?
- What are you doing?
- I'm helping him.
- You shouldn't.
- What do you care?
Okay, be a slave then.
Why are you drinking?
You never do that.
- I'm getting ready.
- To what? - To act in a cold way.
Wine gets you hot, you fool.
It causes heartburn to me.
- Take this to the kitchen.
- Yes, sir.
If someone asks for me,
I'm out working out. - Okay.
Hey!
Anybody there?
Hey, guys! Is the house of
Pompey, Caesar's doctor?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Oh, thank you.
How kind of you!
It's great to be welcomed to a house
where artists are appreciated.
- Quick!
- Quick?
Yes, I told Julia to bring them
here with some petty excuse.
Who will she bring?
- Take my clothes off, quick!
- Slowly and gently...!
- Why should we go slowly?
- Because women want a quiet navigation.
Wait, wait, Marcia.
Let's cuddle up.
- Why are you touching my ears?
- You don't like it?
I must be cool, act in a cold way...
Marcus?
- What?
- Are you hurt?
- My ship just sunk.
- By Jupiter! - Marcia!
Marcia!
Marcus!
What are you doing, children?
- He was seducing me.
- Me?
I told you to stay
away from your cousin!
He grabbed me and made everything
he wanted to me, grandma!
No one in the world could force you
to do anything against your will.
And surely not Marcus!
Get out of here now!
We gave our word.
Understood?
Here she comes.
Our gorgeous and dearest Marcia.
Not even Virgil could
sing to so much beauty!
Well, Vespasian, please,
take your place of honour.
- Yes.
- Hold on. Someone's not here yet.
- Who, mother?
- It's a surprise that I have for you.
Caesar!
What a beautiful picture!
A happy Roman family.
It is an honour for us to
welcome you to our house.
I couldn't miss the prenuptial
banquet of my best general
and the daughter
of my best doctor.
Another trick from your mother.
What do you mean?
With Caesar here, it's impossible
to consider cancelling the wedding.
My mother is the culprit of all
the evils of the world, right?
You sacrifice everything for her.
- She wants the best for her family.
- This is not a family, Claudia.
This is a pit of ambitions.
This kid goat is delicious!
By Jupiter, I should go
out to dinner more often!
You don't like your cooks?
They mix everything
with so many sauces and spices
that the food ends up not
tasting how it should.
And the palace is so big that my food
is always cold when it gets to me.
- You should have dinner in the kitchen.
- With the slave women, right?
So how's the Via Augusta?
I'd rather not talk about it.
It's costing me a fortune.
To you and to all of us, great lord.
We are an empire, and empires
are expensive, my friend.
And you Romans like the good life but
you always complain about taxes.
I hope you won't raise them.
I'm the emperor who raised
taxes the least in our history.
- You don't talk much, Vespasian.
- I'm a man of few words.
From now on Marcia will
speak them out for you.
Well, we still haven't
heard her voice tonight.
I lost it.
The excitement of the moment. She's been
waiting for this night for so long!
Hadrian!
Come over here.
Our Hadrian has prepared
a small epic poem
about Vespasian's heroic
deeds in the Pyrenees.
- Really?
- It's a beautiful poem. Right, Antonius?
Yes. Drama is in his blood.
Just like his father.
And war is in Marcus'.
Just like her mother.
I wouldn't say war,
but rather incursion...
Come on Hadrian, we're
waiting for you.
Not even all the gods together could
praise the honours of the great Vespasian.
Neither men would know how to sing
the force of his irreducible arm.
And it is then when the wicked ruler
Arioske surprises him treacherously.
Arioske.
And Vespasian, he
leaves his horse
to take his victorious
sword to fight with the furious
and blood-thirsty
Arioske face-to-face.
He cuts him an arm
with a precise hit,
but Arioske does not
give in and strikes back.
Vespasian fights with no other
help than the gods and his courage.
And he finally sticks his sword
into the cruel and fierce
heart of his reckless rival.
Vespasian comes back, fast and
victorious, to the superb Tarraco,
to marry a younger girl more
beautiful than the forested Diana,
and to praise the Pax Augusta,
which covers the Empire as a mantle.
Glory to the great Vespasian!
Glory to Augustus, forever immortal!
It was really like that.
That Arioske was as bold as a panther.
You really have talent, young Hadrian.
Get ready because the Senate
wants people like you.
Why are you staring
at me like this?
- I can't stare at you any other way.
- I don't like to be stared at.
Go away.
My father is dead and I'm
serving the man who killed him!
Mandoni, don't...
- Where are the knives?
- Hasdrubal hid them.
You won't find
anything, believe me.
It's better like that. The house
is surrounded by soldiers.
What should I do then? Nothing?
What will my father think about me?
Numancia hid a knife for herself.
Do you want to see him dead?
We're all dead.
Where's the juggler?
Where is the juggler?!
By the beards of Mitra!
He fell asleep?
Hey you, wake up!
Wake up! It's your turn!
Who gave wine to this man?
You can never give
wine to artists!
Forgive me, Caesar.
I don't know what's with me today.
If you fail again
I cut both your arms.
Mother!
We'll have to have fun
with something in the end!
Get him out of here and bring
back his two arms in a tray.
What a disgrace!
Hadrian can recite another
poem for us if you want.
That won't be necessary.
Perhaps the future bride could
do a belly dance for us.
I can't.
I lost my voice.
With three oranges!
Is he the son of the juggler?
With 4 oranges!
What are you doing?
Please don't do it.
They'll kill you.
- Think of your people.
- That's what I'm doing.
With 5!
Where are you going?
- To serve the wine.
- There are enough people serving it.
But since you're here...
Grab this and take it there.
What's this?
It's something these people do.
Oh, you never know a thing!
Hurry up! Give it to the Caesar. And
don't laugh. It's a very serious moment.
I don't understand.
You'll soon do.
Really good. He could go to the
front to kill enemies with oranges.
Where are my 20 sestercii?
Is he asking for money?
Okay, 15 sestercii because it's you.
Vespasian, I give you the honour
of the Memento mori.
I'll never understand this habit
of speaking of death in a banquet.
Antonius!
I get heartburn
whenever they start talking
about worms and rotten bodies!
It's a very ancient Roman habit,
and we're not going to change it now.
- Please...
- I told you, my rhetoric is not good.
I'm asking you as a friend.
I'll keep it brief.
All the better.
Oh, Caesar!
Oh, kind Scipio family!
We often forget
that we are mortal.
And that our time is getting
closer relentlessly.
But while death does not
grab us with its arms...
Please allow me to
get ready to enjoy...
the embrace and the gentle rest...
...in the company of my future wife.
And to all of you,
I thank you for this
warm welcome.
- I need your help.
- What?
- We must get Mandoni out of here!
- What is it?
I cannot tell you! You only have
to go there and give him an order.
- Which order?
- Just anything.
He must stay away
from the general.
You look so beautiful.
Please!
What?
If you'll excuse me.
I'll be right back.
Are you alright?
There's nothing that the
latrine cannot fix.
Do you know who I am?
- What are you doing here?
- Do you know who I am?
I heard you, I'm not deaf.
I know who you are. You are Fury!
I'm the Arioske's son.
No, hold on...
I lied, I swear to you!
I felt a sting at the
field and I passed out.
The legionaries protected
me and Arioske escaped.
I swear to you he's not dead.
I lied to save my honour.
Gods!
Call Pompey!
Call Pompey!
Kill me, kill me!
I can't stand this pain!
Mandoni!
You killed him.
I won't let them kill him.
Do you hear me?
If you release my brother,
I'll only live to serve you.
I'll obey you.
I'll do everything
you ask me to do.
If you don't deflower me
right now, I'll crucify you.
Are you advising me to
rape your daughter?
I see your face of desire,
but I know it's not for me.
Take him to the barn.
Where's Mandoni?
You will fight against
him tomorrow.
What?
No!
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