La via Augusta (2007): Season 1, Episode 6 - A bodes em convides - full transcript
THE VIA AUGUSTA
VI. Wedding time
Just a moment...
I can't do it anymore!
A little patience...
I'm choking!
You eat too fast.
I am Caesar. I can eat as I please!
I notice the bastard here.
You've got to help me get rid of it.
Let me see.
This is Adam's apple.
You don't want me to remove it, do you?
Your hands are too
big to be a doctor!
- The Baetica proconsul is here, Sir.
- I cannot receive anyone. I'm dying!
- Tell him he's in a meeting.
- With a chicken bone!
It won't be long.
If my ever trusted barber
was here with me...
He was great removing
food bones and teeth.
Don't worry.
It will come out.
This is a plot to kill me!
- How many did you kill, barber?
- Not a single cut, ever.
Lamb liver in vinegar.
The way you like them.
Still more food?
- Don't touch!
- I'm the one calling the shots here!
Master Antonius told me to take
care of him after the combat.
He told me to cook his
favourite dish for him only.
- He must recover after the fight.
- I'll recover tonight for sure!
Weren't you brother and sister?
After that kiss that everyone
saw, you can stop pretending.
Do you think they
suspected something?
No... It wasn't a
passionate kiss, right?
Mandoni, the master's calling you.
- Pompey??
- No, Antonius.
What does he want from me?
If you want my advice, whatever it is he
wants, just close your eyes and don't ask.
And just think about
anything else.
Greek dancing girls, beef roast...
I don't get it.
Noble Antonius has a
weakness for exotic types.
If he touches me... he's dead.
I'd like to be your brother too.
If it's round, then
why don't we fall off?
If it were round we should
fall into the abyss.
Because...
Because it is flat. Just an
idiot would think it's round.
Your father said it was.
Is he an idiot too?
Mother, is the earth round or flat?
- It's always been flat.
- You see?
You're always like cat and dog.
He doesn't believe I can
predict the future.
- Well...
- I can do it.
I predicted that aunt Calpurnia
would stop having migraines.
It was a toothache and
your father fixed it.
- I predicted Marcus would fall in love.
- Everyone falls in love at his age.
- And that you'd have a baby boy.
- Me?
A baby boy?
- From the man you love.
- I don't love any man.
What about dad?
What are you doing here?
- Get to the kitchen!
- Yes, madam.
The oracle says you'll
love him again.
I love you and your sister.
Worse for you if you
don't believe it.
A son at my age...
I'm almost 35!
Watch this if you
don't believe it.
A 1 and a 2, you see?
No matter how many times I
roll the dices. Always the same.
1 and 2.
What does it mean?
The two is Marcia and me.
And the 1 is the baby boy.
How do you know it's a boy?
It's crystal clear! The 1 is
always the dice on the left.
Would you like to?
- Take this stone of fertility.
- No, Julia, no...
Wearing it won't hurt you.
Wouldn't you have the stone
of everlasting love too?
Love is a lie.
Like this theory of the earth being round.
What do you say?
Aren't you happy about it?
It's a great opportunity for you.
You'll thank us someday.
Don't expect an Iberian
to appreciate anything.
- Can I refuse?
- To being a gladiator?
- Yes.
- Who would refuse to be a gladiator?
Good food, good booze,
all the women you want...
- Can I refuse?
- No, you can't!
Okay, understood.
Be aware that some gladiators
are rewarded with freedom.
But you'll have to earn it.
- You'll have to fight to live.
- Victory or death.
When do I start?
Today we'll take you to Rufus
Agrippa's school of gladiators.
To arrange some deals.
But bear this in mind:
You are our gladiator.
- You fight for our glory.
- And for our pockets.
Learn how to fight
and do as you're told.
We'll send you to the galleys
if they complain about you.
You're dismissed.
He's unfriendly as can be, but
he has something about him.
Yes, he reminds me of
myself when I was young.
He does to me too.
But all things pass.
Yes.
Life's terribly short.
Especially when
you're a gladiator.
They brought this
from Lydia Lapodaka.
Read it to me.
- Me?
- You know I don't like reading.
Come on!
Dear Marcus, I can't
stop thinking about you.
Neither can I.
But please don't come this
morning because I'm very busy.
She's busy?
I'll see you in the evening.
Lydia.
She's cheating on me?
- She's cheating on me!
- What?
With another!
No offense, Marcus,
but Lydia's a prostitute.
What about it?
When she's making love with another,
she's not cheating you. It's just work.
Oh...
And what'll I do here
all alone all day?
You can help me cut firewood.
I prefer not to get tired. I
want to be in top form...
For the evening.
To be with women is
a terrible thing.
I mean, the moment you start,
you can never stop anymore.
And the love for your cousin...,
has it faded away?
I can't start my military career
chasing down the wife of the general.
I see.
What did they want?
They're taking me to a
school of gladiators.
- Why?
- They want me to learn how to fight.
- They sold you?
- No.
I will be their gladiator. They'll take
me to the circus, they'll take bets.
Like a horse in a race.
A gladiator? Gladiators
are like heroes!
- When do they want you to go?
- Today.
- Today?
- Will we be able to go see you?
Be aware that you can't
always win, Arinsal.
- You do.
- No. With Ursus was sheer luck.
You're the bravest
one in the world.
If I really was, I'd take you
and your mother out of here.
Come on, go.
I don't like it.
It's looks vulgar.
It's my wedding's veil.
And your grandfather liked it.
Grandpa would say yes to
anything to avoid you.
Don't get smart with me!
Your grandfather married me because I
was the daughter of a good family.
- He was a very realistic man.
- Did you have a happy life?
We were as happy and unhappy
as any other married couple.
You can love a man, but you'd lose
interest by sleeping with him every day.
- I don't need money!
- Money's always welcome.
- They're a good company.
- I prefer another kind of company.
Hunky slaves and
cousins in love?
Being set for life demands
many sacrifices from you.
You won't see Vespasian
much, anyway.
He'll be all day out with his
horses and his soldiers...
...all the things men like.
Will I be able to have
lovers after I get married?
Well, not many of them.
Some trusted slave, and if
he's dumb then it's perfect.
Or you can have his tongue cut.
A tongueless lover is like
three quarters of a lover.
You'll be very
happy, you'll see.
Like us.
Open your mouth.
More!
More! More! Like this.
Don't move now.
Don't move Open up.
More!
I almost got it.
Don't move! No!
Almost there!
Hold on, it will be a second.
I thought I was dying!
By Jupiter, by Kronos
and by all the Titans!
- What?
- It's gone!
- You see?
- I swallowed it.
- It went down your throat.
- And what now?
- It will exit through the service door.
- My suspicions have been confirmed, right?
- Caesar, I...
- Someone wants to kill me.
Yes, but I don't think it
has anything to do with...
They give me the chicken
with the biggest bones.
Someone is breeding chicken
with bigger bones to kill me.
From now on I want you to
control everything that I eat.
Should I move here then?
Do as you wish,
but it's an order.
By the way,
how do you poop a bone?
Normally, you press down.
But you are Caesar.
...and you never know what
a son of the Gods does.
Please remind me why
I didn't get you killed yet.
Because I'm a good doctor.
- Because you think I'm funny?
- No.
Because you're a person with
a great sense of humour?
I don't really know why
don't I get you killed.
Maybe because I'd be making
you a favour if I'd do.
Come on, take off your clothes
and get into the water.
We need to know each other.
Don't worry, I only like oysters.
- Eh?
- I'm not into snails!
Same thing here.
If you're going to
be my assistant,
...first thing I want you to know is that
I'm not an easy person to deal with.
You're an idol for me, sir.
A god.
A god who can't sleep.
You'll have to read something to me
at night so that I can fall asleep.
Do you like reading?
A lot. That's what I like
the most after fighting.
That's good to know.
My toenails are
twisted like demons.
They must be cut every 5 days.
I don't like cold water.
You'll have to get
hot water for me...
...to wash my hands, my face,
my bu... ouch!
What's "bouch"?
Aw!
- I don't get it!
- The pain is stronger than ever!
Help me, Marcus!
Hasdrubal!
Come over here, quick!
- Out of the way!
- Let me get the meat first...!
- What's going on? What is this?
- Another crisis, madam!
By all the gods!
Where does it hurt?
- Here...!
- His tummy.
- It can't be his tummy!
- I have a stone in my kidney!
I'm dying...!
Did you swallow a stone?
- What can we do?
- How am I supposed to know?
- You've lived with a doctor.
- I guess we should open him up.
- You mean...?
- The stone must be removed.
Go look for a
barber in the city!
No time for this, it's too far away.
He's dying.
Bescaran is a barber.
- Can you open him up?
- I don't know, milady.
- Have you done it before?
- Yes, many times.
- And how was it?
- Every situation is different.
- He's a good barber.
- What do you say, Vespasian?
I'm dying!
He agrees to it.
Obey whatever this man says.
I need a poppy blossom infusion.
One big knife and three small ones!
And scissors!
And many cloths. Three men to help me.
The rest must leave.
Glorious Jupiter,
... let our beloved Vespasian stay out
from the darkness of the fairies,
...because he must offer
warrior seeds for Rome.
Which he must sow in the fertile
field of your servant Marcia.
Are you telling Jupiter that I
should give birth to many children
so they can go to war?
Shut up!
I have no intention to send
my children to the front!
Shut up!
You don't have to take
the prayers literally.
This is just protocol,
can't you understand?
- I don't understand mothers like you.
- What do you mean?
You just want poor Marcus to go to war.
What if he doesn't come back?
Jupiter may have wanted
him by his side.
Sure, when someone dies it's because
Jupiter wanted him by his side.
- He must have a very big house!
- Just shut up!
I won't have any children. And not with
an old man whose body is full of stones!
Jupiter, please listen
to our prayers!
Take back Vespasian from the dark.
And make him come back to us.
- A little ore.
- This is the third one.
- He won't resist it if he's not asleep.
- No! I don't want it!
- I don't want this!!!
- We need more men to help!
Where's Mandoni?
He went to the gladiator's school
with my father.
Fixed.
Great.
Why should he swallow a stone?
Breakfast was good enough.
- Now I'll cut.
- Seriously?
Yes, so...
Hold him real tight.
One, two...
Three!
Blood.
What did you expect?
Marsala wine?
What a shame!
- Why? He's just a sensitive boy.
- He's a wimp.
He must have inherited
it from his father.
He has no guts or brains.
- He can only have a future on politics.
- He's shivering.
Where's Pompey?
He went to palace but he
should be here by now.
Maybe he had some private
visit to attend.
If you know something,
just say it, you bitch.
I know what everyone knows.
He must go elsewhere to get
what he can't get at home.
And what is your husband looking
for at the gladiators school?
He just likes to work out.
- And he likes athletes too.
- That's enough!
- He's your brother!
- Pompey is my man.
Are you sure about it?
I'll get some Venus water.
I could slap him a bit.
With your permission.
Come on, Marc, wake up...
My darling...
I am here, by your side.
Oh Lydia!
- Marcia!
- I just want to wake him up.
I can't find it.
- I can't find it!
- I don't feel his heartbeat!
Wipe the blood out of me.
I can't see anything!
- I can't. It's like fountain!
- The cloths are too wet!
Go get some more, quick!
I'll get them!
- How's it going?
- He's losing a lot of blood!
Blood?
- This boy is an idiot!
- He's just sensitive.
A soldier who can't stand blood,
a general who loses the war
against a stone.
Things are not always like
you'd want them to be, mother.
He can't just die like that!
He must marry Marcia first!
The wedding doesn't matter now!
Of course it does!
10 years of sacrifice for nothing!
He can't die!
He has to live!
Save him!
He must live no matter what!
- Too late, madam.
- His heart stopped.
Oh no!
Oh no...!
Son of a bitch !!
You can't just die!
You can't do this to me, you hear me?
You old wretch!
You bastard!
Archers formed in rows of 6!
He's alive!
Give him more poppy blossom!
Press his wound hard with clean cloths.
We must stop the bleeding.
Can you do it?
This is making me so hungry!
- I'm here. How's it going?
- I can't find the stone.
Let me see.
Hadrian, bring me water
and a clean cloth!
- I can't.
- You can't?
Why can't you?
It's very easy.
My brain wants to, but my
legs won't let me, grandma.
So you're as coward
as your brother.
I am much more coward than him.
He's still too young.
Get him out of here.
- Why the water?
- To wash my hands.
Dirt could infect the wound,
if it's not infected already.
So dirty hands can infect you?
Exactly.
Dirt can infect you.
Then I am
totally infected.
By Asclepius, what a slaughter.
- You almost perforated his stomach.
- I just did what I could.
I don't blame you. This stone
is nowhere to be found.
Let's see... Take his intestines
to one side for me, please.
That's good.
It's here.
Here it is.
How can such a tiny
thing hurt so bad?
I see you're not
afraid of blood.
Blood just stains things.
Okay.
Look at this.
Now we plug the wound to end the
haemorrhaging... and then we sew it.
Okay?
We're done.
- We can only wait now.
- Will he make it?
- We'll know in a few hours.
- How many?
We'll have to wait for the sun to come
out again to know if he's out of danger.
- We'll keep on praying.
- I'm hungry.
I will prepare a remedy to
make his fever go down.
Marcus, Hadrian.
You come with me.
We can't allow him to die
without marrying to Marcia.
- Can't we talk about it at lunch?
- You won't have any lunch!
- You must be close to your husband.
- He's not her husband yet.
That will change this afternoon.
What?
- We must celebrate the wedding right away.
- With the groom like that?
- Why not?
- It's as if he was drunk!
He won't be the first groom who
married with a few drinks in him.
You either go misled or
drunk to your wedding.
Move and you're dead.
- Engarri!
- That hurt, you bugger!
You know I don't like surprises.
What are you doing here?
- They want me to become a gladiator.
- At Rufus Agrippa's school?
How do they treat you?
Three meals a day, bath and
a massage every evening.
And female company on Fridays.
This in return for killing a poor
fellow that didn't do anything to you.
As long as it's you who kills
and not the opposite...
- How many have you killed?
- Only 19.
And for the Ides of March I fought against
a tiger in the circus of Narbonne.
- What's a tiger?
- An animal.
As strong as a
flock of wolves.
- And you beat it?
- I'm here, right?
- Are all of these men slaves?
- Most of them. Why do you ask?
Isn't there anyone
craving for freedom?
Take it out of your head.
We'd all end nailed on a cross.
- Or free in the mountains.
- Think of Spartacus.
Here he is.
He's all yours.
You're already famous
before you even started.
You've created a lot of expectations
by beating Ursus of Ilerda.
Expectations?
Money on bets.
You will start tomorrow at dawn.
A solider will be with you every
day, on your way in and out.
The last slave
that tried to escape,
was cut to pieces by four horses and
his limbs were thrown out to the dogs.
I'm burning up...
Just a little.
- Am I dying...?
- You've still got a lot to live.
You could marry Marcia today.
Today?
Why not?
She's very looking forward to it.
Is she?
She told me that she'd like to
show you the love she feels for you
by sharing these
moments with you.
I don't get it.
Would you marry a dying woman?
I wouldn't.
Well, she would.
Because she loves you so much.
Where is she?
- Is she that one there?
- No.
Marcia is on the altar,
praying for you.
She offered a kid goat to Jupiter.
Bring her here immediately!
Marcia...
This is not right.
- You don't like it?
- I love it, but it's not right.
- Where are you going so sharp?
- Just for a walk.
- Where to?
- Tarraco.
To see that cow?
- Lydia has a perfect body.
- Has she? What about mine?
A gift from the gods,
a piece of the Moon?
- Don't tempt me, Marcia.
- It's alright, Vespasian will die.
- How do you know?
- Grandma told me.
I'm almost a widow.
I need to be comforted.
- Marcia...
- Beat it, you peasant!
- You grandma's calling you.
- I'm busy!
- She says it's urgent.
- I'll have you whipped!
You know that she
will come for you.
You can run into the
arms of your cow now!
Get closer.
- How is he?
- He's sleeping.
- But you are quite awake, aren't you?
- What are you doing?
- I'm reminding you of your obligations.
- Let go of me!
- You can't get away from things.
- He stinks.
He's dying.
But he'll be your husband before
the crows start eating his toes.
- Okay, I get it!
- No you haven't, you stubborn girl!
He's kicking the bucket tomorrow.
He's delirious.
You have to make him believe
that your love him so much...
...that you want to share these
terrible moments with him.
You marry him, he'll make
a will in your favour,
and you'll be the richest widow
in all the Empire.
What if he gets better?
You.
Out!
Marry him.
And if he starts feeling better
I'll take care to
stop it personally.
I want to be like you.
Where did you learn
to be so bad?
I'm not bad.
Rome made me this way.
- Just a minute.
- No.
Stay there.
Am I dreaming?
Or has there been an earthquake
and I didn't notice?
What's so strange about it?
We're married.
We can have a bath together.
So you mean that...
It means that it's been very long
since I last saw you saving a life.
What should I save now?
Some love...
Let's save our desire.
What's this?
A present.
From whom?
An admirer?
At my age?
You can make any man
go crazy about you.
One is enough for me.
Let's make a son.
I'm not worried about Julia.
She's a crackpot, but you can't blame her.
She's just a girl.
But I suffer for Marcia.
This wedding...
- It's just crazy.
- Yes, I know.
But if I say white,
you'll sure say black.
You can't deny Vespasian
is a great man.
- You can't deny he's an old man.
- He's your age.
Wouldn't you marry a
girl like Marcia?
Yes, but as long as she
wasn't my daughter.
In Rome 10 couples like
them get married every day.
Do you think he'll make it?
I left him with a very high fever.
He'll most likely die.
Marcia is such a special girl.
She'd need someone who
could tame her a bit.
My daughter's not a wild horse!
- She isn't?
- Of course not.
- She's very much like you.
- No.
She's like you.
Yes, she's like you with a
little bit of your mother.
Like it or not, she's like you.
But she's only
interested in herself.
Children are weird.
Aren't they?
They never behave
like you'd expect.
- Should we go?
- No.
- Come on.
- No.
And after this?
I told you we could make a son.
We've made it three
times already.
- It's not such a bad job.
- How can you say that?
I'll be outdoors, I'll work out...
And they'll give us sturgeons'
eggs before the fight.
What's that?
Some little black balls
which seem like rat poop.
I'm sick of bowing down
to some Roman squires.
So do you prefer to lose an arm or an eye?
Does this seem better to you?
Well, I can't choose. And you can't either.
Romans got the power.
You're planning something.
- Me?
- I know you.
I've seen them fighting,
I've seen them training.
If we gladiators should
rebel, we'd be invincible.
What's up with you today?
That's only our business.
You both have your heads wet.
Yes. We swam a bit.
I guess you needed it after
being dry for so long.
I'm so hungry!
I have spent all morning....
Watching gladiators?
Negotiating with our gladiator!
We can make a fortune out of him.
We can't waste our time. We must
do a lot of things this afternoon.
Marcia hasn't told you?
- No.
- What is it?
Marcia has decided to fulfil
Vespasian's dying wish.
She will marry him...
This afternoon.
This afternoon?
That's what I said.
Come on.
Let's move.
Marcus, go to the houses around and
invite the neighbours to the ceremony.
We will need witnesses.
I can't...
This afternoon I must...
- You must go to your cousin's wedding.
- I must go to Tarraco!
You can go whoring some other day.
First things first.
And you, do you agree?
- I didn't hear you
- She said yes.
She's my daughter,
I want to hear her saying it.
Do you want to marry Vespasian?
Yes.
I'm sorry, I didn't hear you well.
I'm a little deaf.
Yes, I do!
- But he's dying.
- Precisely so.
What a miserable wedding!
We're only fulfilling his will.
- He has no will, he has a fever!
- Whatever!
Marcia will be the wife of the most
glorious general in the Empire.
- Why are you so angry?!
- She'll be his widow!
A very rich widow ready to start a
new life with whomever she pleases.
Or with whomever her
grandmother decides.
Are you sure about this?
I'm sure, but if you don't give
me permission, I must obey you.
Permission? No, Marcia.
It's your life and you decide.
I'll just tell you that three organs of
your body must agree when you marry.
Your brain, your heart
and your stomach.
They agree.
Congratulations.
My daughter...
Your husband looks very tense.
You should go and
swim a little more.
What are you doing with that?!
You can't touch anything from here
without my permission, okay?
- I was only looking.
- Get out of here.
Wait...
You seemed not to be
frightened by the operation.
On the contrary.
- What do you mean.
- I wasn't frightened to look.
Not even a little?
In the village, when a dog died,
I'd always opened it and looked inside.
- Really?
- Men are like dogs, right?
Only on the inside.
We also have two lungs, one liver,
two kidneys, a spleen, bile...
Yeah, especially bile.
The heart is like a sponge
full of blood...
Yes.
And many other things.
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
If the earth is round,
why do not we fall off?
- Who told you that the earth is round?
- I heard you guys saying so.
Are you spying on me too?
I like to listen.
Sometimes I learn things.
What are you doing here?
Hasdrubal is looking for you.
We were only talking.
Everything needs to be
prepared for the wedding
and we're very busy
at the kitchen.
Of course. One day I'll show
you a brain from the inside.
Go.
Numantia.
Is it an Iberian habit for brothers
and sisters to kiss in the mouth?
Mandoni is more than
a brother to me.
He's your man, isn't he?
No, I don't care now.
I used to want you
but... it's over now.
Jupiter, we offer you
this wedding...
with the desire that the groom and bride
will always be worthy of your glory
and that they may
get it someday...
He won't be long.
And that they may impregnate our empire
with a bunch of healthy children.
They'd better run...
To become
a modern Roman family.
Honourable, exemplary and excellent
in its virtue and its duty...
Who are you?
- Is this the Scipio house?
- No, I asked you first.
- I am an imperial scribe.
- What do you want?
They called me.
Is this the Scipio house?
- Are you coming for the wedding?
- I'm here to make a will.
By all the gods!
Mirror of future generations,
lighthouse in the dark...
- Drusilla.
- Yes?
- Is this my funeral?
- What are you talking about?
I don't feel very well.
Men.
You exaggerate so much.
I hereby make this bond public
between the Octavius Romulus Vespasian
and Marcia Lactantia Scipiona.
Lactantia?
These here bride and groom,
are joined in holy matrimony,
and may the gods send them
all their grace
and good omen.
With the special protection of
Minerva, goddess of the household.
You don't have to kiss
him, as he's got a fever.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
So we can go have a
snack, can't we?
Everyone stand down.
There's one last thing.
What?
Vespasian must make his
will in favour of Marcia.
Are you out of your mind?
- He's a dying man!
- And what do dying men do?
This is a crying shame!
A shame would be leaving
your daughter with nothing!
- Don't be cynical!
- And you don't play the honourable man now!
You gamble, you betray, you
laugh at Caesar's jokes...
You're not better than me.
That's not the point now.
Marcia is who matters now.
This play-acting is all for her!
Can I start?
I'm the scribe you asked for.
Of course!
We prepared this table for you.
What do you think of this?
Whatever you think it's right.
I...
Octavius Romulus Vespasian,
married for my third marriage
with Marcia Lactantia Scipiona
Lactantia!
- Where's Pompey?
- In palace.
- He must organize Caesar's diet.
- Is he a cook now?
We are what we eat, Calpurnia.
Didn't you know?
I'm an egg then!
Half an egg.
Lots of white and few yolk.
- Don't laugh.
- I can do as I please.
I may be an egg with no
yolk, but you have no soul.
You're angry because couldn't
meet your darling today.
I don't want to hear about love.
Specially with a Phoenician whore.
- She's Greek...
- Greek? She must have a moustache then.
Stop it! She's called Lydia, I love
her, and one day I'll marry her.
- Nobody marries a prostitute.
- Why not?
Can't you see it will
cost you a fortune?
- Marriage equals to many hours!
- What if she doesn't charge me?
Think with your head!
She's a wonderful woman.
If you knew her...
You have to pay 50
sesterces to know her!
I hate you!
I hate you all!
He's young, just cut
him some slack.
Are you also retiring?
I'm sleepy.
See you tomorrow.
The wedding night that
every bride dreams about.
Come on, Marcus...
I don't want to see you angry!
I don't know why do
I care about you.
Always talking about Lydia...
- Did you just wake up?
- It's been a while.
- Won't you come out of bed today?
- Yes, I will.
But I'd like to tell you
something important first.
Oh.
I've been thinking.
I want to adopt Arinsal.
What?
I'd like to teach him medicine.
Just like your father did with me.
He can't neither read nor write.
He will learn quickly.
He's a smart boy.
He will be a good doctor.
Are you asking for my advice?
No, the decision has
already been made.
He's Numantia's son.
I know.
And the future gladiator's too.
Your mother won't have
to worry for anything.
All my estate will be
for Marcia and Julia.
- I didn't ask.
- Yes, but I know her.
I will only leave Arinsal the
most valuable thing I have:
My knowledge.
Are you doing this because
you're disappointed with Marcia?
I'd rather not talk about it now.
He will help me in everything, he'll always
come with me. Even when I visit Caesar.
He'll learn the trade.
What do you think about it?
- What can I say?
- I don't know. That you're happy?
- Do you fancy this?
- To become a doctor?
You see?
He'll cure you when you're ill.
Will you show me a brain?
I don't have any
handy right now.
Should we go see Vespasian?
Come on!
We'll go to the workshop first.
How lucky you are.
Lucky?
If the master adopts Arinsal you'll have
a privileged position in this house.
But I can be his mother, right?
I told you that in the slave world
your only kin are your masters.
- Mandoni!
- What?
Some soldiers are
here to fetch you.
Just be careful.
I swear I won't stop
until I kill him.
So you had your wedding
night in the end.
Yesterday I...
Save your excuses for your husband.
Am I not a widow?
Vespasian?
Oh, there you are...
I couldn't wait to see you.
How can you be awake?
You will know me...
I'm a very bad patient.
And your wound, doesn't it hurt?
It's not my first one, and
hopefully it won't be my last one.
What are you doing?
Go back to bed immediately!
Of course...
I like to see that
you care about me.
Specially, my little pigeon.
Your fever has dropped.
How did you spend the night?
I got to sleep a bit.
I'll bring you some
more poppy blossom.
Try to sleep. Arinsal will stay
here in case you need anything.
Marcia, I need to
talk you for a minute.
Hey, don't take away my wife now.
It will only be a minute.
- Well, you've seen how things are.
- Will he survive?
Indeed.
You have a husband for a while.
You wanted it like this.
Now you're the wife of General Vespasian.
And you'll have to
behave like his wife.
You're adopting Arinsal?
As a Roman citizen, I can
adopt whoever I want.
- I'll help you kill him, don't worry.
- Killing the child?
We are slaves. We are a degree above
the dogs and one below the horses.
Stop playing the hero.
Your husband is causing a lot
of trouble in this house.
And that entitles you
to kill a boy?
And if I say I'm not a virgin?
He can have you killed if
he's not happy about it.
I'm a virgin!
I swear!
I have nothing to do with this!
I don't have 3 "bulls", Caesar.
Look at my "bulls".
Get him away from me
and cut his throat!
- Where is Mandoni?
- He'll live at Agrippa's school.
- Why?
- He'll be a great gladiator soon.
- He won't come here to sleep?
- No.
I'm begging you to change
your mind, please.
- I want you to make him a slave again.
- No. That's not possible.
Please, sir.
Please!
You ask for many things and you
give very little in return, slave.
I know perfectly well
who my enemies are.
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VI. Wedding time
Just a moment...
I can't do it anymore!
A little patience...
I'm choking!
You eat too fast.
I am Caesar. I can eat as I please!
I notice the bastard here.
You've got to help me get rid of it.
Let me see.
This is Adam's apple.
You don't want me to remove it, do you?
Your hands are too
big to be a doctor!
- The Baetica proconsul is here, Sir.
- I cannot receive anyone. I'm dying!
- Tell him he's in a meeting.
- With a chicken bone!
It won't be long.
If my ever trusted barber
was here with me...
He was great removing
food bones and teeth.
Don't worry.
It will come out.
This is a plot to kill me!
- How many did you kill, barber?
- Not a single cut, ever.
Lamb liver in vinegar.
The way you like them.
Still more food?
- Don't touch!
- I'm the one calling the shots here!
Master Antonius told me to take
care of him after the combat.
He told me to cook his
favourite dish for him only.
- He must recover after the fight.
- I'll recover tonight for sure!
Weren't you brother and sister?
After that kiss that everyone
saw, you can stop pretending.
Do you think they
suspected something?
No... It wasn't a
passionate kiss, right?
Mandoni, the master's calling you.
- Pompey??
- No, Antonius.
What does he want from me?
If you want my advice, whatever it is he
wants, just close your eyes and don't ask.
And just think about
anything else.
Greek dancing girls, beef roast...
I don't get it.
Noble Antonius has a
weakness for exotic types.
If he touches me... he's dead.
I'd like to be your brother too.
If it's round, then
why don't we fall off?
If it were round we should
fall into the abyss.
Because...
Because it is flat. Just an
idiot would think it's round.
Your father said it was.
Is he an idiot too?
Mother, is the earth round or flat?
- It's always been flat.
- You see?
You're always like cat and dog.
He doesn't believe I can
predict the future.
- Well...
- I can do it.
I predicted that aunt Calpurnia
would stop having migraines.
It was a toothache and
your father fixed it.
- I predicted Marcus would fall in love.
- Everyone falls in love at his age.
- And that you'd have a baby boy.
- Me?
A baby boy?
- From the man you love.
- I don't love any man.
What about dad?
What are you doing here?
- Get to the kitchen!
- Yes, madam.
The oracle says you'll
love him again.
I love you and your sister.
Worse for you if you
don't believe it.
A son at my age...
I'm almost 35!
Watch this if you
don't believe it.
A 1 and a 2, you see?
No matter how many times I
roll the dices. Always the same.
1 and 2.
What does it mean?
The two is Marcia and me.
And the 1 is the baby boy.
How do you know it's a boy?
It's crystal clear! The 1 is
always the dice on the left.
Would you like to?
- Take this stone of fertility.
- No, Julia, no...
Wearing it won't hurt you.
Wouldn't you have the stone
of everlasting love too?
Love is a lie.
Like this theory of the earth being round.
What do you say?
Aren't you happy about it?
It's a great opportunity for you.
You'll thank us someday.
Don't expect an Iberian
to appreciate anything.
- Can I refuse?
- To being a gladiator?
- Yes.
- Who would refuse to be a gladiator?
Good food, good booze,
all the women you want...
- Can I refuse?
- No, you can't!
Okay, understood.
Be aware that some gladiators
are rewarded with freedom.
But you'll have to earn it.
- You'll have to fight to live.
- Victory or death.
When do I start?
Today we'll take you to Rufus
Agrippa's school of gladiators.
To arrange some deals.
But bear this in mind:
You are our gladiator.
- You fight for our glory.
- And for our pockets.
Learn how to fight
and do as you're told.
We'll send you to the galleys
if they complain about you.
You're dismissed.
He's unfriendly as can be, but
he has something about him.
Yes, he reminds me of
myself when I was young.
He does to me too.
But all things pass.
Yes.
Life's terribly short.
Especially when
you're a gladiator.
They brought this
from Lydia Lapodaka.
Read it to me.
- Me?
- You know I don't like reading.
Come on!
Dear Marcus, I can't
stop thinking about you.
Neither can I.
But please don't come this
morning because I'm very busy.
She's busy?
I'll see you in the evening.
Lydia.
She's cheating on me?
- She's cheating on me!
- What?
With another!
No offense, Marcus,
but Lydia's a prostitute.
What about it?
When she's making love with another,
she's not cheating you. It's just work.
Oh...
And what'll I do here
all alone all day?
You can help me cut firewood.
I prefer not to get tired. I
want to be in top form...
For the evening.
To be with women is
a terrible thing.
I mean, the moment you start,
you can never stop anymore.
And the love for your cousin...,
has it faded away?
I can't start my military career
chasing down the wife of the general.
I see.
What did they want?
They're taking me to a
school of gladiators.
- Why?
- They want me to learn how to fight.
- They sold you?
- No.
I will be their gladiator. They'll take
me to the circus, they'll take bets.
Like a horse in a race.
A gladiator? Gladiators
are like heroes!
- When do they want you to go?
- Today.
- Today?
- Will we be able to go see you?
Be aware that you can't
always win, Arinsal.
- You do.
- No. With Ursus was sheer luck.
You're the bravest
one in the world.
If I really was, I'd take you
and your mother out of here.
Come on, go.
I don't like it.
It's looks vulgar.
It's my wedding's veil.
And your grandfather liked it.
Grandpa would say yes to
anything to avoid you.
Don't get smart with me!
Your grandfather married me because I
was the daughter of a good family.
- He was a very realistic man.
- Did you have a happy life?
We were as happy and unhappy
as any other married couple.
You can love a man, but you'd lose
interest by sleeping with him every day.
- I don't need money!
- Money's always welcome.
- They're a good company.
- I prefer another kind of company.
Hunky slaves and
cousins in love?
Being set for life demands
many sacrifices from you.
You won't see Vespasian
much, anyway.
He'll be all day out with his
horses and his soldiers...
...all the things men like.
Will I be able to have
lovers after I get married?
Well, not many of them.
Some trusted slave, and if
he's dumb then it's perfect.
Or you can have his tongue cut.
A tongueless lover is like
three quarters of a lover.
You'll be very
happy, you'll see.
Like us.
Open your mouth.
More!
More! More! Like this.
Don't move now.
Don't move Open up.
More!
I almost got it.
Don't move! No!
Almost there!
Hold on, it will be a second.
I thought I was dying!
By Jupiter, by Kronos
and by all the Titans!
- What?
- It's gone!
- You see?
- I swallowed it.
- It went down your throat.
- And what now?
- It will exit through the service door.
- My suspicions have been confirmed, right?
- Caesar, I...
- Someone wants to kill me.
Yes, but I don't think it
has anything to do with...
They give me the chicken
with the biggest bones.
Someone is breeding chicken
with bigger bones to kill me.
From now on I want you to
control everything that I eat.
Should I move here then?
Do as you wish,
but it's an order.
By the way,
how do you poop a bone?
Normally, you press down.
But you are Caesar.
...and you never know what
a son of the Gods does.
Please remind me why
I didn't get you killed yet.
Because I'm a good doctor.
- Because you think I'm funny?
- No.
Because you're a person with
a great sense of humour?
I don't really know why
don't I get you killed.
Maybe because I'd be making
you a favour if I'd do.
Come on, take off your clothes
and get into the water.
We need to know each other.
Don't worry, I only like oysters.
- Eh?
- I'm not into snails!
Same thing here.
If you're going to
be my assistant,
...first thing I want you to know is that
I'm not an easy person to deal with.
You're an idol for me, sir.
A god.
A god who can't sleep.
You'll have to read something to me
at night so that I can fall asleep.
Do you like reading?
A lot. That's what I like
the most after fighting.
That's good to know.
My toenails are
twisted like demons.
They must be cut every 5 days.
I don't like cold water.
You'll have to get
hot water for me...
...to wash my hands, my face,
my bu... ouch!
What's "bouch"?
Aw!
- I don't get it!
- The pain is stronger than ever!
Help me, Marcus!
Hasdrubal!
Come over here, quick!
- Out of the way!
- Let me get the meat first...!
- What's going on? What is this?
- Another crisis, madam!
By all the gods!
Where does it hurt?
- Here...!
- His tummy.
- It can't be his tummy!
- I have a stone in my kidney!
I'm dying...!
Did you swallow a stone?
- What can we do?
- How am I supposed to know?
- You've lived with a doctor.
- I guess we should open him up.
- You mean...?
- The stone must be removed.
Go look for a
barber in the city!
No time for this, it's too far away.
He's dying.
Bescaran is a barber.
- Can you open him up?
- I don't know, milady.
- Have you done it before?
- Yes, many times.
- And how was it?
- Every situation is different.
- He's a good barber.
- What do you say, Vespasian?
I'm dying!
He agrees to it.
Obey whatever this man says.
I need a poppy blossom infusion.
One big knife and three small ones!
And scissors!
And many cloths. Three men to help me.
The rest must leave.
Glorious Jupiter,
... let our beloved Vespasian stay out
from the darkness of the fairies,
...because he must offer
warrior seeds for Rome.
Which he must sow in the fertile
field of your servant Marcia.
Are you telling Jupiter that I
should give birth to many children
so they can go to war?
Shut up!
I have no intention to send
my children to the front!
Shut up!
You don't have to take
the prayers literally.
This is just protocol,
can't you understand?
- I don't understand mothers like you.
- What do you mean?
You just want poor Marcus to go to war.
What if he doesn't come back?
Jupiter may have wanted
him by his side.
Sure, when someone dies it's because
Jupiter wanted him by his side.
- He must have a very big house!
- Just shut up!
I won't have any children. And not with
an old man whose body is full of stones!
Jupiter, please listen
to our prayers!
Take back Vespasian from the dark.
And make him come back to us.
- A little ore.
- This is the third one.
- He won't resist it if he's not asleep.
- No! I don't want it!
- I don't want this!!!
- We need more men to help!
Where's Mandoni?
He went to the gladiator's school
with my father.
Fixed.
Great.
Why should he swallow a stone?
Breakfast was good enough.
- Now I'll cut.
- Seriously?
Yes, so...
Hold him real tight.
One, two...
Three!
Blood.
What did you expect?
Marsala wine?
What a shame!
- Why? He's just a sensitive boy.
- He's a wimp.
He must have inherited
it from his father.
He has no guts or brains.
- He can only have a future on politics.
- He's shivering.
Where's Pompey?
He went to palace but he
should be here by now.
Maybe he had some private
visit to attend.
If you know something,
just say it, you bitch.
I know what everyone knows.
He must go elsewhere to get
what he can't get at home.
And what is your husband looking
for at the gladiators school?
He just likes to work out.
- And he likes athletes too.
- That's enough!
- He's your brother!
- Pompey is my man.
Are you sure about it?
I'll get some Venus water.
I could slap him a bit.
With your permission.
Come on, Marc, wake up...
My darling...
I am here, by your side.
Oh Lydia!
- Marcia!
- I just want to wake him up.
I can't find it.
- I can't find it!
- I don't feel his heartbeat!
Wipe the blood out of me.
I can't see anything!
- I can't. It's like fountain!
- The cloths are too wet!
Go get some more, quick!
I'll get them!
- How's it going?
- He's losing a lot of blood!
Blood?
- This boy is an idiot!
- He's just sensitive.
A soldier who can't stand blood,
a general who loses the war
against a stone.
Things are not always like
you'd want them to be, mother.
He can't just die like that!
He must marry Marcia first!
The wedding doesn't matter now!
Of course it does!
10 years of sacrifice for nothing!
He can't die!
He has to live!
Save him!
He must live no matter what!
- Too late, madam.
- His heart stopped.
Oh no!
Oh no...!
Son of a bitch !!
You can't just die!
You can't do this to me, you hear me?
You old wretch!
You bastard!
Archers formed in rows of 6!
He's alive!
Give him more poppy blossom!
Press his wound hard with clean cloths.
We must stop the bleeding.
Can you do it?
This is making me so hungry!
- I'm here. How's it going?
- I can't find the stone.
Let me see.
Hadrian, bring me water
and a clean cloth!
- I can't.
- You can't?
Why can't you?
It's very easy.
My brain wants to, but my
legs won't let me, grandma.
So you're as coward
as your brother.
I am much more coward than him.
He's still too young.
Get him out of here.
- Why the water?
- To wash my hands.
Dirt could infect the wound,
if it's not infected already.
So dirty hands can infect you?
Exactly.
Dirt can infect you.
Then I am
totally infected.
By Asclepius, what a slaughter.
- You almost perforated his stomach.
- I just did what I could.
I don't blame you. This stone
is nowhere to be found.
Let's see... Take his intestines
to one side for me, please.
That's good.
It's here.
Here it is.
How can such a tiny
thing hurt so bad?
I see you're not
afraid of blood.
Blood just stains things.
Okay.
Look at this.
Now we plug the wound to end the
haemorrhaging... and then we sew it.
Okay?
We're done.
- We can only wait now.
- Will he make it?
- We'll know in a few hours.
- How many?
We'll have to wait for the sun to come
out again to know if he's out of danger.
- We'll keep on praying.
- I'm hungry.
I will prepare a remedy to
make his fever go down.
Marcus, Hadrian.
You come with me.
We can't allow him to die
without marrying to Marcia.
- Can't we talk about it at lunch?
- You won't have any lunch!
- You must be close to your husband.
- He's not her husband yet.
That will change this afternoon.
What?
- We must celebrate the wedding right away.
- With the groom like that?
- Why not?
- It's as if he was drunk!
He won't be the first groom who
married with a few drinks in him.
You either go misled or
drunk to your wedding.
Move and you're dead.
- Engarri!
- That hurt, you bugger!
You know I don't like surprises.
What are you doing here?
- They want me to become a gladiator.
- At Rufus Agrippa's school?
How do they treat you?
Three meals a day, bath and
a massage every evening.
And female company on Fridays.
This in return for killing a poor
fellow that didn't do anything to you.
As long as it's you who kills
and not the opposite...
- How many have you killed?
- Only 19.
And for the Ides of March I fought against
a tiger in the circus of Narbonne.
- What's a tiger?
- An animal.
As strong as a
flock of wolves.
- And you beat it?
- I'm here, right?
- Are all of these men slaves?
- Most of them. Why do you ask?
Isn't there anyone
craving for freedom?
Take it out of your head.
We'd all end nailed on a cross.
- Or free in the mountains.
- Think of Spartacus.
Here he is.
He's all yours.
You're already famous
before you even started.
You've created a lot of expectations
by beating Ursus of Ilerda.
Expectations?
Money on bets.
You will start tomorrow at dawn.
A solider will be with you every
day, on your way in and out.
The last slave
that tried to escape,
was cut to pieces by four horses and
his limbs were thrown out to the dogs.
I'm burning up...
Just a little.
- Am I dying...?
- You've still got a lot to live.
You could marry Marcia today.
Today?
Why not?
She's very looking forward to it.
Is she?
She told me that she'd like to
show you the love she feels for you
by sharing these
moments with you.
I don't get it.
Would you marry a dying woman?
I wouldn't.
Well, she would.
Because she loves you so much.
Where is she?
- Is she that one there?
- No.
Marcia is on the altar,
praying for you.
She offered a kid goat to Jupiter.
Bring her here immediately!
Marcia...
This is not right.
- You don't like it?
- I love it, but it's not right.
- Where are you going so sharp?
- Just for a walk.
- Where to?
- Tarraco.
To see that cow?
- Lydia has a perfect body.
- Has she? What about mine?
A gift from the gods,
a piece of the Moon?
- Don't tempt me, Marcia.
- It's alright, Vespasian will die.
- How do you know?
- Grandma told me.
I'm almost a widow.
I need to be comforted.
- Marcia...
- Beat it, you peasant!
- You grandma's calling you.
- I'm busy!
- She says it's urgent.
- I'll have you whipped!
You know that she
will come for you.
You can run into the
arms of your cow now!
Get closer.
- How is he?
- He's sleeping.
- But you are quite awake, aren't you?
- What are you doing?
- I'm reminding you of your obligations.
- Let go of me!
- You can't get away from things.
- He stinks.
He's dying.
But he'll be your husband before
the crows start eating his toes.
- Okay, I get it!
- No you haven't, you stubborn girl!
He's kicking the bucket tomorrow.
He's delirious.
You have to make him believe
that your love him so much...
...that you want to share these
terrible moments with him.
You marry him, he'll make
a will in your favour,
and you'll be the richest widow
in all the Empire.
What if he gets better?
You.
Out!
Marry him.
And if he starts feeling better
I'll take care to
stop it personally.
I want to be like you.
Where did you learn
to be so bad?
I'm not bad.
Rome made me this way.
- Just a minute.
- No.
Stay there.
Am I dreaming?
Or has there been an earthquake
and I didn't notice?
What's so strange about it?
We're married.
We can have a bath together.
So you mean that...
It means that it's been very long
since I last saw you saving a life.
What should I save now?
Some love...
Let's save our desire.
What's this?
A present.
From whom?
An admirer?
At my age?
You can make any man
go crazy about you.
One is enough for me.
Let's make a son.
I'm not worried about Julia.
She's a crackpot, but you can't blame her.
She's just a girl.
But I suffer for Marcia.
This wedding...
- It's just crazy.
- Yes, I know.
But if I say white,
you'll sure say black.
You can't deny Vespasian
is a great man.
- You can't deny he's an old man.
- He's your age.
Wouldn't you marry a
girl like Marcia?
Yes, but as long as she
wasn't my daughter.
In Rome 10 couples like
them get married every day.
Do you think he'll make it?
I left him with a very high fever.
He'll most likely die.
Marcia is such a special girl.
She'd need someone who
could tame her a bit.
My daughter's not a wild horse!
- She isn't?
- Of course not.
- She's very much like you.
- No.
She's like you.
Yes, she's like you with a
little bit of your mother.
Like it or not, she's like you.
But she's only
interested in herself.
Children are weird.
Aren't they?
They never behave
like you'd expect.
- Should we go?
- No.
- Come on.
- No.
And after this?
I told you we could make a son.
We've made it three
times already.
- It's not such a bad job.
- How can you say that?
I'll be outdoors, I'll work out...
And they'll give us sturgeons'
eggs before the fight.
What's that?
Some little black balls
which seem like rat poop.
I'm sick of bowing down
to some Roman squires.
So do you prefer to lose an arm or an eye?
Does this seem better to you?
Well, I can't choose. And you can't either.
Romans got the power.
You're planning something.
- Me?
- I know you.
I've seen them fighting,
I've seen them training.
If we gladiators should
rebel, we'd be invincible.
What's up with you today?
That's only our business.
You both have your heads wet.
Yes. We swam a bit.
I guess you needed it after
being dry for so long.
I'm so hungry!
I have spent all morning....
Watching gladiators?
Negotiating with our gladiator!
We can make a fortune out of him.
We can't waste our time. We must
do a lot of things this afternoon.
Marcia hasn't told you?
- No.
- What is it?
Marcia has decided to fulfil
Vespasian's dying wish.
She will marry him...
This afternoon.
This afternoon?
That's what I said.
Come on.
Let's move.
Marcus, go to the houses around and
invite the neighbours to the ceremony.
We will need witnesses.
I can't...
This afternoon I must...
- You must go to your cousin's wedding.
- I must go to Tarraco!
You can go whoring some other day.
First things first.
And you, do you agree?
- I didn't hear you
- She said yes.
She's my daughter,
I want to hear her saying it.
Do you want to marry Vespasian?
Yes.
I'm sorry, I didn't hear you well.
I'm a little deaf.
Yes, I do!
- But he's dying.
- Precisely so.
What a miserable wedding!
We're only fulfilling his will.
- He has no will, he has a fever!
- Whatever!
Marcia will be the wife of the most
glorious general in the Empire.
- Why are you so angry?!
- She'll be his widow!
A very rich widow ready to start a
new life with whomever she pleases.
Or with whomever her
grandmother decides.
Are you sure about this?
I'm sure, but if you don't give
me permission, I must obey you.
Permission? No, Marcia.
It's your life and you decide.
I'll just tell you that three organs of
your body must agree when you marry.
Your brain, your heart
and your stomach.
They agree.
Congratulations.
My daughter...
Your husband looks very tense.
You should go and
swim a little more.
What are you doing with that?!
You can't touch anything from here
without my permission, okay?
- I was only looking.
- Get out of here.
Wait...
You seemed not to be
frightened by the operation.
On the contrary.
- What do you mean.
- I wasn't frightened to look.
Not even a little?
In the village, when a dog died,
I'd always opened it and looked inside.
- Really?
- Men are like dogs, right?
Only on the inside.
We also have two lungs, one liver,
two kidneys, a spleen, bile...
Yeah, especially bile.
The heart is like a sponge
full of blood...
Yes.
And many other things.
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
If the earth is round,
why do not we fall off?
- Who told you that the earth is round?
- I heard you guys saying so.
Are you spying on me too?
I like to listen.
Sometimes I learn things.
What are you doing here?
Hasdrubal is looking for you.
We were only talking.
Everything needs to be
prepared for the wedding
and we're very busy
at the kitchen.
Of course. One day I'll show
you a brain from the inside.
Go.
Numantia.
Is it an Iberian habit for brothers
and sisters to kiss in the mouth?
Mandoni is more than
a brother to me.
He's your man, isn't he?
No, I don't care now.
I used to want you
but... it's over now.
Jupiter, we offer you
this wedding...
with the desire that the groom and bride
will always be worthy of your glory
and that they may
get it someday...
He won't be long.
And that they may impregnate our empire
with a bunch of healthy children.
They'd better run...
To become
a modern Roman family.
Honourable, exemplary and excellent
in its virtue and its duty...
Who are you?
- Is this the Scipio house?
- No, I asked you first.
- I am an imperial scribe.
- What do you want?
They called me.
Is this the Scipio house?
- Are you coming for the wedding?
- I'm here to make a will.
By all the gods!
Mirror of future generations,
lighthouse in the dark...
- Drusilla.
- Yes?
- Is this my funeral?
- What are you talking about?
I don't feel very well.
Men.
You exaggerate so much.
I hereby make this bond public
between the Octavius Romulus Vespasian
and Marcia Lactantia Scipiona.
Lactantia?
These here bride and groom,
are joined in holy matrimony,
and may the gods send them
all their grace
and good omen.
With the special protection of
Minerva, goddess of the household.
You don't have to kiss
him, as he's got a fever.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
So we can go have a
snack, can't we?
Everyone stand down.
There's one last thing.
What?
Vespasian must make his
will in favour of Marcia.
Are you out of your mind?
- He's a dying man!
- And what do dying men do?
This is a crying shame!
A shame would be leaving
your daughter with nothing!
- Don't be cynical!
- And you don't play the honourable man now!
You gamble, you betray, you
laugh at Caesar's jokes...
You're not better than me.
That's not the point now.
Marcia is who matters now.
This play-acting is all for her!
Can I start?
I'm the scribe you asked for.
Of course!
We prepared this table for you.
What do you think of this?
Whatever you think it's right.
I...
Octavius Romulus Vespasian,
married for my third marriage
with Marcia Lactantia Scipiona
Lactantia!
- Where's Pompey?
- In palace.
- He must organize Caesar's diet.
- Is he a cook now?
We are what we eat, Calpurnia.
Didn't you know?
I'm an egg then!
Half an egg.
Lots of white and few yolk.
- Don't laugh.
- I can do as I please.
I may be an egg with no
yolk, but you have no soul.
You're angry because couldn't
meet your darling today.
I don't want to hear about love.
Specially with a Phoenician whore.
- She's Greek...
- Greek? She must have a moustache then.
Stop it! She's called Lydia, I love
her, and one day I'll marry her.
- Nobody marries a prostitute.
- Why not?
Can't you see it will
cost you a fortune?
- Marriage equals to many hours!
- What if she doesn't charge me?
Think with your head!
She's a wonderful woman.
If you knew her...
You have to pay 50
sesterces to know her!
I hate you!
I hate you all!
He's young, just cut
him some slack.
Are you also retiring?
I'm sleepy.
See you tomorrow.
The wedding night that
every bride dreams about.
Come on, Marcus...
I don't want to see you angry!
I don't know why do
I care about you.
Always talking about Lydia...
- Did you just wake up?
- It's been a while.
- Won't you come out of bed today?
- Yes, I will.
But I'd like to tell you
something important first.
Oh.
I've been thinking.
I want to adopt Arinsal.
What?
I'd like to teach him medicine.
Just like your father did with me.
He can't neither read nor write.
He will learn quickly.
He's a smart boy.
He will be a good doctor.
Are you asking for my advice?
No, the decision has
already been made.
He's Numantia's son.
I know.
And the future gladiator's too.
Your mother won't have
to worry for anything.
All my estate will be
for Marcia and Julia.
- I didn't ask.
- Yes, but I know her.
I will only leave Arinsal the
most valuable thing I have:
My knowledge.
Are you doing this because
you're disappointed with Marcia?
I'd rather not talk about it now.
He will help me in everything, he'll always
come with me. Even when I visit Caesar.
He'll learn the trade.
What do you think about it?
- What can I say?
- I don't know. That you're happy?
- Do you fancy this?
- To become a doctor?
You see?
He'll cure you when you're ill.
Will you show me a brain?
I don't have any
handy right now.
Should we go see Vespasian?
Come on!
We'll go to the workshop first.
How lucky you are.
Lucky?
If the master adopts Arinsal you'll have
a privileged position in this house.
But I can be his mother, right?
I told you that in the slave world
your only kin are your masters.
- Mandoni!
- What?
Some soldiers are
here to fetch you.
Just be careful.
I swear I won't stop
until I kill him.
So you had your wedding
night in the end.
Yesterday I...
Save your excuses for your husband.
Am I not a widow?
Vespasian?
Oh, there you are...
I couldn't wait to see you.
How can you be awake?
You will know me...
I'm a very bad patient.
And your wound, doesn't it hurt?
It's not my first one, and
hopefully it won't be my last one.
What are you doing?
Go back to bed immediately!
Of course...
I like to see that
you care about me.
Specially, my little pigeon.
Your fever has dropped.
How did you spend the night?
I got to sleep a bit.
I'll bring you some
more poppy blossom.
Try to sleep. Arinsal will stay
here in case you need anything.
Marcia, I need to
talk you for a minute.
Hey, don't take away my wife now.
It will only be a minute.
- Well, you've seen how things are.
- Will he survive?
Indeed.
You have a husband for a while.
You wanted it like this.
Now you're the wife of General Vespasian.
And you'll have to
behave like his wife.
You're adopting Arinsal?
As a Roman citizen, I can
adopt whoever I want.
- I'll help you kill him, don't worry.
- Killing the child?
We are slaves. We are a degree above
the dogs and one below the horses.
Stop playing the hero.
Your husband is causing a lot
of trouble in this house.
And that entitles you
to kill a boy?
And if I say I'm not a virgin?
He can have you killed if
he's not happy about it.
I'm a virgin!
I swear!
I have nothing to do with this!
I don't have 3 "bulls", Caesar.
Look at my "bulls".
Get him away from me
and cut his throat!
- Where is Mandoni?
- He'll live at Agrippa's school.
- Why?
- He'll be a great gladiator soon.
- He won't come here to sleep?
- No.
I'm begging you to change
your mind, please.
- I want you to make him a slave again.
- No. That's not possible.
Please, sir.
Please!
You ask for many things and you
give very little in return, slave.
I know perfectly well
who my enemies are.
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