La via Augusta (2007): Season 1, Episode 7 - Vetes i fills - full transcript
THE VIA AUGUSTA
VII. All about the son
What?
- You heard right.
- Adopting Arinsal?
- As a citizen of Rome, I can adopt anyone.
- That boy is like a beast!
- He can be a great doctor
- His head is full of lice.
- Wouldn't you like to have a brother?
- Not this one.
- Neither would I.
- I don't like your wedding either.
If you need a son so bad,
why don't you make one?
- We're trying.
- You are?
- All the time. Are you envious?
- You're late.
- This is for Jupiter to decide.
- We'll just enjoy the pleasures of love.
About time after so many years.
There are two different issues here.
- We'll have two children if it's right.
- You already have two of them.
- Two male children, I mean.
- Male, the big word!
I agree.
If the boy has good skills for medicine.
He has them indeed.
I see myself in him at his age.
If it hadn't been for grandpa,
who taught me everything I know...
It's always useful to have
a doctor in the family.
That's right.
- Why not your nephew Hadrian instead?
- He can't bear seeing blood.
- Like his brother.
- I can see blood, but...
- You don't like red.
- Hadrian's destiny is already decided.
He will replace you all in the
great family business, right?
Exactly.
He'll make a living with his hands
free of dirty guts and livers.
Well, that's perfect.
As of tonight, if you agree
our new son will live here.
- Here?
- Yes. Where else?
We don't have any spare
room in this house.
He can stay at Marcus'
and Hadrian's room.
- With my children?
- This is my house.
It's part of my salary
as Caesar's doctor.
The room that Vespasian
and Marcia occupy
will be free as soon as
the general recovers.
Marcus will also leave for the
campaign against the Astures.
It will be a long time
before any of this happens.
Our new son will settle here today.
It is our desire and that's it.
Don't worry.
Time and patience set
things straight eventually.
- Come here!
- Let go of me!
This boy is stupid. He hasn't understood
that what he wants is irrelevant.
It's what they want that matters.
Let go of me!
Arinsal,
yesterday you were happy...
thinking that you could learn
to become a doctor. What happened?
- I don't want to take a bath often!
- Well, you'd better!
I don't want to learn to read
and write, much less in Latin!
Latin is spoken throughout the world.
It won't hurt you.
I'm a warrior, not a sissy
who perfumes his armpits.
Who changed your mind in a day?
I did.
Caro, help me take him to get bathed.
Don't.
And you leave the child alone.
Come on...!
I told you to leave him alone!
You're dumber than a goat.
Do you think you can decide?
Or can I? Or can they?
We are slaves. Carve this word
in your brain with golden letters.
We're a step above the dogs
and one below the horses.
He's right.
Stop playing the hero.
I don't play the hero.
You should try to use your
situation to your advantage.
What situation?
You could be dead
or in the galleys.
But you eat twice a day instead.
And your son has the chance
to be someone.
Someone... Roman.
Roman... or Iberian...
it doesn't matter.
Fed, healthy...
Respected.
- I want the best for him. Don't you?
- You want him to betray us?
The best...
...is for him to helps us from the new
position this family is offering to him.
Take him to get washed.
He'll never be our son again.
Marcus, help me
bring a triclinium.
It will be Arinsal's bed
for the time being.
- Should I help you?
- Yes, indeed.
Aren't there no slaves around?
You never refused to help me.
What's different now?
- We don't want him here.
- Go and complain to Pompey.
- What are you doing with my clothes?
- He needs a sleeping shirt.
- Why must it be mine?
- I'll sleep on the ground, never mind.
You see?
I have some orders to obey, okay?
You put on your shirt, you shut up and
you come with me to find a triclinium.
Come on!
Grab my bed, my shirt... grab
whatever you want. It's all yours!
Where are you going?
To sleep with the slaves.
Isn't that what we really are?
Don't be foolish.
It's Pompey's house.
He can do as he pleases.
- He's right.
- Please stop it.
- You are the heir of the house of Scipio!
- But the house is his!
The house is his,
the business is your mother's.
We are nothing. This is the harvest
of a 20-year-old marriage with you.
Do you want to divorce me?
If my children must sleep with
a stinking slave, then yes I do!
Come to my room.
You'll both sleep with me.
What?
You can sleep with your new nephew.
Too bad he's too young for your taste.
- Calpurnia!
- What?
Don't go down this road.
Or else I'll put you in the worst
ship to Egypt tomorrow morning.
- You wouldn't dare.
- Oh yes I would. I'd love to.
- I've been wanting this for years!
- What would you do without me?
I'd be finally happy!
That's what I'd do!
I gave you the best of my life!
I can't even imagine what
the worst could be then!
You can go where you were going to.
You wanted to sleep
with the slaves. Well, go then.
It will be a good experience
worth remembering all your life.
Take him with you, Hasdrubal!
Marcus will make the new member of the
family feel welcome. Right, Marcus?
Yes, father.
Are you sure about this?
Should I allow this?
A filthy Iberian sharing his
bed with my two children.
The son of your eldest son!
Your grandchildren!
- Take it easy.
- I can't!
This is beyond me!
And Antonius agrees with it!
He's a lazybones.
Sometimes I wonder how can
he be blood of my blood.
Pompey calls the shot.
You don't even take a stand!
I'm getting old, my
dear daughter-in-law.
If I was your age...
What's the use of my
age for me anyway?
What can I do all by myself?
You're not alone.
You have your children.
The Greek whore is all
Marcus that has in his mind.
That's what happens when they
discover the toy between their legs.
Hadrian is a rebellious kind,
but he's such a sensitive person...
We can't let him become an artist.
An artist is the ruin of a family.
Claudia used to back me before.
But now she's on this idyll...
You can't count on
anyone anymore.
Whatever you must do,
you must do it all alone.
Yes.
All alone.
I understand this is
not easy to do...
I guess you came to
the same conclusion.
Yes.
It's either him or your children.
That's obvious.
Yes.
I will help you kill him.
Don't worry about that.
You mean kill the child?
Yes, you'd feel sorry
about children.
But what kind of bad mother
wouldn't eliminate a threat
that may darken the
future of her children?
You are right.
If Pompey needs to show a son to Caesar,
let him show him yours instead.
If Pompey should find out,
he'd have me get killed.
He'll never find out.
Do you have any plan?
- I won't sleep here.
- Your father's orders.
- I'll sleep in the yard!
- Your father's orders!
How can you live like this?
Shut up!
The animals in the barn
live better than this.
Come with me.
You'll sleep in Arinsal's bunk.
That's a very hard bunk
for such tender bones.
Watch out!
You may break them!
He smells like roses!
You'll be fine here.
They rob our son and you
still give them shelter.
- It's not his fault.
- You forgive so easily.
- And you make it all difficult!
- Enough!
Time to sleep.
I didn't know that you
slaves lived like this.
Masters don't worry about
how their servants live.
This is the great law of Rome: some have to
suffer so that others can live like kings.
The boy is right.
We are animals because we want to.
I don't get you.
We're the first ones who must
believe that we are persons.
Nobody's a person without freedom.
- Thanks.
- Sleep.
I shall write a play about slaves.
What?
- Have you ever been to the amphitheatre?
- Shut up!
Mum!
By Apollo and Aphrodite.
You don't know how much I envy you!
You are attracted to each other!
Yes, yes, yes.
- It's natural. We're man and woman.
- But after so many years...!
Years may cool the passion,
but they improve the technique.
I just got married and
I only feel dry heaves.
- I told you.
- I thought he would die!
What can you do about it?
I may divorce him.
On what grounds?
He's too old?
You knew this before
getting married.
That he makes me sick?
You can't just say that one of
Caesar's best generals makes you sick.
- Do you want them to banish you?
- No.
And if I say I'm not a virgin?
- You're not?
- Yes, I am. But I could say I'm not.
- You're playing with fire.
- He may have you killed for that.
I'm a virgin!
I swear!
- I'm not a virgin!
- Really?
- What did you and me do last night?
- Just once. It's not such a big deal.
You lose everything just once!
Isn't there a way to...
- Yes, but I don't want to hear about it.
- But how...
You sew it together.
Do you mean...?
Your old slave could do it to me,
or even your friend the whore...
Vespasian is a very generous man.
You could just explain it to him.
You really want me to tell him
that his future man of trust
made love with his wife on his
wedding night while he lay dying.
- Are you sleeping?
- No.
No, I'm not sleeping.
I was waiting for you.
I killed some time after dinner.
I went to yard and asked
the stars about your health.
And what did they say?
Stars say nothing, you little brat.
They are up there hanging
from who knows what.
The answer to things we don't
understand is not in the stars.
I've seen too many dead bodies.
I've killed too many people.
I only believe in what I can touch.
Did you love your previous wife?
- Which one of the two?
- Both of them.
I married the first one
out of obligation.
It was a family deal.
- She was so thin!
- How did she die?
Shattered.
- By whom?
- By me.
I was very Young and very strong.
I returned full of desire
after a campaign in Britain.
- I told you, she was very thin.
- Poor girl!
You don't have to worry, my princess.
I used to be an animal but
now I'm sweeter than honey.
What about your second wife?
- I had to kill her.
- Why?
She cheated on me with
one of my trusted men.
Both of them are at the bottom of the sea
of Capri with a stone tied to their neck.
But you don't have to worry.
- You're so innocent!
- Very much so.
Trust me.
I'm an older man, but I learned a lot by
invading the bodies of women.
Invading?
Yes.
Every woman is a territory.
Hispanic females, they're a forest.
Those from the Gauls, a valley.
Those of Britannia,
an elusive peak.
And the Romans,
you're like a vineyard.
The vineyard is sleepy.
The vineyard has to
give me many fruits.
I haven't had any children yet.
We must hurry.
It's natural.
Yes...
I'll count the hours...
So will I.
The Iberians, the Iberians...!
I'm sick of hearing
about of the Iberians
as if they were
prodigies of nature!
- But they are, divine emperor.
- There's nothing divine in me.
- You are a god.
- I'm not!
If I were a god, my
teeth wouldn't hurt!
And my toenails wouldn't
feel like thorns in my feet.
My tongue wouldn't be
dirty after a bacchanal!
And if I, the most powerful man
in the universe, I'm not a god,
then they're not either!
But it's a magic thing,
Great Augustus.
In the woods, they hide in a way
to be confused with the trees.
- What do you know?
- That's what the soldiers say.
In the rivers, they stay inside the
water for hours without breathing.
Are you telling me
they're sirens now?
The rumour has it between the troops
that they are... infernal beings.
Infernal beings.
Infernal beings are this bunch of
of coward and corrupt generals
who are the shame of Rome.
Very well. Bring me
an Iberian immediately.
- An Iberian?
- Yes, dead or alive.
Call Pompey.
Have him come here and slice
him open for everyone to see.
We'll see if they're men
or demons once and for all.
Hi, Caro!
- Hello sir.
- Why are you tell me sir?
They told me to call you sir, sir.
I'm just Arinsal.
And you're Caro, the one who taught
me how to throw stones with the hone.
I'm the personal slave of
the three young masters.
There were two of them before.
But now they are three.
You look like a girl!
Hey, what are you doing?
What's going on?
Who's attacking us?
I'm hungry. Bring me three eggs,
goat cheese and some dates.
Right away, sir.
After I bathe your cousin.
My cousin?
Oh, my cousin.
Bathe him well.
He still stinks like a mule.
I took a bath yesterday.
Pompey says you must
take a bath every day.
Every day?
My skin will fall to pieces!
The only thing that makes
your skin fall to pieces.
It's filth.
Have you heard about leprosy?
You'll hear about it if you
finally become a doctor.
Hurry up.
Caesar is calling.
He's calling us?
There's a chariot and an escort of 6
soldiers waiting by our house gates.
You'll come with us too, Caro.
They asked me to bring
an Iberian with me.
Why?
I have no idea.
We'll know when we get to the palace.
Come on.
Don't delay.
- No grape juice?
- It's coming.
Hadrian, by Juno, what's
that you're wearing?
Can I have breakfast here, sir?
Or should I stay with the slaves?
Sit down and eat.
You're home.
Have a good breakfast.
I hope you learned the lesson well.
I learned the lesson, father.
It's very hard to take.
- Is it?
- Indeed.
Yes, it's very hard to take
that we, the Romans,
the great civilizers of the Earth,
the refined and blessed ones by the gods,
can treat the people we have at our
service in such a heartless way.
Oh, Jupiter, father of all the gods!
Listen to the words of my poor son.
He's speaking like a crazy person.
Why must they sleep like
animals in a pile of dirt?
- They're human beings like us!
- What are you talking about?!
They have blood, skin
and bones like us.
- So do animals.
- But the slaves have a brain!
- So do monkeys.
- Do monkeys have feelings?
We don't know and we don't care.
We don't know what slaves
have or don't have either.
- Well, I care about it!
- Just sit down and eat!
I won't treat my own slaves
like this when I'll be an adult man.
You won't have a chance to be an adult
man if you keep thinking like this.
- No!!!
- What?
This dish is not for you, son.
It's for Arinsal.
Why is it for Arinsal?
This is what Claudia said.
Didn't you, Claudia?
- I didn't say anything.
- Yes, you did!
It's not true.
Then Hadrian can grab this dish
and eat whatever he likes.
He won't eat from this
dish or any other!
Can't you see he's
delirious with fever?
Nooo!!!
You prepared an odd
breakfast for my son.
I have nothing to do with this!
Of course you don't.
This is a wild country.
It's full of scorpions.
Yes.
And she-scorpions too.
Yesterday I saw a big
one in the yard.
If anything happens to Arinsal...
Antonius, will you let him
insult me and threaten me?
I can't walk with these things.
My feet hurt.
They're called sandals.
You'll get used to them.
Let's go.
- I'm hungry.
- You'll eat on the road.
Come on, son.
You too, Caro.
Julia... What is it?
I wish it would have bitten me.
That's a strange way to take a bath.
- I just want to kill myself!
- Oh, sorry about that.
You all won't care if I die.
What?
Nobody listens to me.
I'm desperately unhappy!
Well, killing yourself won't
make people happy either.
I hate Hispania.
I want to go back to Rome.
- You're jealous of Arinsal.
- No, I'm not!
- Yes you are, and so is Hadrian.
- Aren't you?
No. I'm an adult.
I have other problems.
Which ones?
You wouldn't understand.
You're afraid Vespasian might kill you if
he finds out you deflowered my sister.
- How do you know...?
- I know everything! The gods speak to me.
Sure, and what do they say to you?
That you and Marcia could save
your life if you weren't so dumb.
How?
- There she is.
- How can we do that?
So now you're listening to me.
If you have an idea, spit it out quickly
or I'll tell Marcus to drown you down.
You could say that lost
it against your will.
You're right!
I'll say Marcus forced me, I'll cry
a little, and I'll be off the hook.
- What about me?
- We can't both be saved.
- One of us must take one for the other.
- I don't see it.
Marcus. I'll be eternally in debt with
you for your spontaneous gesture.
- It doesn't have to be him who forced you.
- Oh yeah?
- It could have been just anyone.
- Who?
A savage.
An Iberian.
A newcomer to the family.
Yes, but who?
Arinsal?
- Isn't he too young for it?
- No enemy is too young, my dear.
- What's wrong with you today?
- I'm sorry.
- Save your anger for the arena.
- I told you I'm sorry.
Did you know that if you win 35
times, you have the right to be liber?
What does that mean?
You stop being a slave.
You become a man like any other.
- They want me to kill 35 men for that?
- We both have killed a lot of men.
They were enemies.
You'd better cut the chit-chat!
Come on!
I know who my enemies are.
I could be wrong but that
guy could be a treasure.
You mean Mandoni?
He has everything to
become a great gladiator.
- Bets can make you rich.
- Really?
You could even get 500 sesterces.
- A year?
- For each combat!
How many combats could you arrange?
Three per moon.
And one each day for the feasts
of Mars, if he survives.
I wouldn't want him to die.
He won't. Leave it to me
and we split the profits.
When will he be ready
to hit the arena?
Soon if wants to.
But he has to be tamed first.
Oh, I don?t think you'll be able to.
It wouldn't be the hardest
thing I ever did.
Let's have him here
with all the others.
And before the days get shorter,
he'll lick your hand as a dog.
Oh Phoebus and powerful
Diana of the forests,
sky's bright ornament.
You who always must
venerated and honoured,
please give us what we ask for
at this sacred moment.
I like it, I like it!
Do you, Pompey?
It's lovely, sir.
It's a fantastic hymn.
Uncomplicated, just plain words.
A real choral hymn to the
deities that anyone can recite.
Listen to this snippet:
Nourishing sun,
you who bring and hide the
day with your shiny chariot,
you who are born
different and equal,
hopefully you'll never see anything
bigger than the city of Rome.
I get goose bumps all over.
Congratulations once
again, Horace.
You know you're
my favourite poet.
Horace will transcribe
your experiment.
Experiment?
Discovery, scientific demonstration.
Call it what you will.
The people must stop
thinking about the Iberians
as divinities
impossible to dominate.
- And what am I supposed to do?
- Didn't they tell you?
- No.
- So why did you bring the slave?
They just told me you wanted me
to bring an Iberian slave along.
I want you to open him and show
everyone, especially the generals,
that Iberians are
just ordinary beings,
with a heart, liver, stomach...
Like the rest of mortals.
When you say open
him, you mean...
Just do what you'd do with a
dead body to investigate.
- Yes, but...
- What's the problem?
You've often told me that you
buy corpses to analyze them.
Yes, but as it so happens,
this here boy is alive.
We that can be fixed.
You know that.
For the sake of the Empire, we must end the
absurd legend of Iberians having 2 hearts.
Two hearts?
That's ridiculous.
I know, but some even think
that they have three testicles.
- What does "testicle" mean?
- Bulls.
I don't have three bulls.
I don't have three bulls, Caesar.
Look at me!
Get him away from me
and cut his throat.
No! No!
Pompey, please...!
Arinsal!
Please!
Well, let's go to the main hall.
I have gathered 500 people there
so that they see what you do.
Horace will write a
wonderful ode about it.
Don't you feel proud to be
the hero of an ode?
That won't work, sir.
- Killing him will not work.
- Shut up!
- It's a lie!
- What is a lie?
- That Iberians are not like the others!
- How do you know?
- Because I am one.
- Arinsal!
We don't have two hearts.
Our secret is something else.
- What is it?
- Our secret is...
Don't listen to him.
The slave is a friend of his.
My son has good feelings,
and he wants to save him.
This is worth an ode, Caesar.
I don't want to see you angry.
Julia!
- He'll never be my brother!
- That's for your father to decide.
He ignores me and Marcia.
We no longer exist for him.
What are you talking about?
He loves you both dearly.
I will never fall in love!
I will never have children!
And I'll join the temple
of Vesta very soon!
Julia!
Your husband is causing a lot
of trouble in this house.
- Does that entitle you to kill a child?
- Nobody wants to kill anyone.
- The scorpion was an accident.
- You're such a bad liar.
And you're just toy in his hands.
What are worried about?
- You don't know?
- No, I don't.
This is the Scipio family.
One of the oldest and
more recognized in Rome.
We have a fleet of ships,
a palace next to the Tiber,
a villa in Capri and more than a million
denarii invested in merchandise.
Claudia...
Do you want all this to end up in
the filthy hands of an Iberian?
I remind you that your father
adopted Pompey,
and he has ended up proclaiming
himself lord of this house.
This house which is
yours, your brother's...
Mine.
Do we want to repeat the
same mistake 20 years later?
Kill me. I'm not afraid of you.
You're not gods, or demigods, or anything.
We aren't, sir, but we
don't want to die either!
You either kill me or you die.
There's no other solution.
We haven't done anything!
You just knocked out
one of my best generals!
- He broke my nose!
- Shut up!
- It was self-defence.
- You shut up too!
It understandable that at the
prospect of being sliced open
as a show for 500
people, they had to...
Shut up everybody!
Iberians can be great allies.
They're excellent horsemen
and great warriors.
I just saw that.
But no one's giving me a
reason not to kill them.
First of all, they have a sword.
That's a good reason.
I'm not sure if you could
trust general Publius anyway.
What?
It could be part of the men
who plot against you.
That's your opinion.
He's dead and he can't defend himself.
He was in charge of
logistics, right?
So what?
Who ordered to buy those
chickens with big bones?
The most important thing is
that show your generosity.
To win is to win the
other side over.
Alright then.
I won't do anything until
they drop their swords.
Excellent.
Drop your sword.
Drop your sword!
Now!
- Kill them!
- Sir!
I will try to be generous, but
they must give me eternal loyalty.
Yes, sir!
Eternal loyalty to you!
Start saying good things
about me to your people.
Tell them you that I'm a civilized man
who fights for peace and harmony.
Yes, sir.
There's only one problem now.
I promised a show to 500 people.
I wouldn't worry about it.
We needed a body, and
there you have one.
Are you trying to turn the
kitchen into a palace?
We want to live a bit
better than pigs.
Well, you're wrong.
Dirt makes you strong.
Masters spend all day in the water and
they fall sick every now and then.
What if you help us kill the rats?
It's the door!
They're coming!
Okay.
I help you kill the rats,
and you help me kill
a worm that's inside of me.
A worm inside of you?
It swirls around
every time it sees you.
I don't like worms.
- Because you haven't seen mine yet.
- I can guess how it is.
No, you can't.
I'm a Carthaginian.
- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.
- What's for lunch today?
- Kid goat.
Tell the cook from me to season
it well and to add lots of oregano.
- Where's Mandoni?
- He will stay at Agrippa's school.
- What?
- He'll soon become a great gladiator.
- He won't come to sleep here?
- No, he won't.
I told you he'll stay
with his new mates.
Don't worry.
His life will be better down there.
He may even become a hero!
Lots of oregano,
don't forget about it!
Hadrian!
- You must help me.
- Me?
They're holding Mandoni and they
want to kill my son no matter what.
Pompey will protect him.
There's nothing I can do about it.
You can talk to your grandmother.
She dominates all the others.
What can I tell her?
You tell Caesar that I'm
feeling much better.
I'll go back to the
garrison in 3 or 4 days
And I'll take care of the
new assignment he gives me.
As soon as I finish
tying up your sandal,
I'll take the fastest horse and
I will fulfil your desire.
You'll be a good aid, Marcus.
- It's the dream of my life.
- Okay...
Since you want me to like you so
much and you're going to Tarraco,
I've got another errand
for you to make there.
Do you know a brothel
of a Lydia Lapodaka?
- Better than this house.
- Is that right?
They told me she prepares a tonic
drink that warms up your blood.
Here...
You give her these two aurei and just
tell her it's for a wedding night.
- Which wedding night?
- This one.
- Tonight?
- Yes.
- So you're feeling good?
- I'm feeling better than ever.
- Aren't you afraid getting sick again?
- I won't make the bride wait any longer.
Oh, she's a very patient woman...
Maybe.
But despite being the personification
of purity and innocence,
she must be wishing
to be deflowered.
Most probably, but she
could well wait...
Do as I tell you.
I want her to see that she didn't marry
an old man, but a great man instead.
Come on.
Julia! We must act today
before the sun goes down.
- Where's Arinsal?
- With father. He hasn't come back yet.
That's better.
I still don't see how you can
get Arinsal to rape Marcia.
He won't rape me, you idiot!
- I thought...
- He'll just pretend he did.
How can he agree to that?
He won't have to.
He'll just think he did it.
Is that so?
Don't fret.
I've got it all figured out.
Last lap!
Is this the 99th?
This is the last one.
You've got to do one more!
Can I take the cattle out?
Wait for them to finish, you jerk!
How many times I've told you one
must be discreet with the cattle?
- Many times, sir.
- And so?
You've whipped me so much that my
head does not work properly anymore.
Last one!
100!
100!
100!
Very good, very good.
I could kill him right away.
Just grit your teeth
and let him praise you.
- Most won't do 100 on the first day.
- You don't say.
He'll treat you like a king if he thinks
that you can make him earn lots of money.
You have the strength of a bull.
He could eat half a
bull right now, right?
As a prize, tonight you will attend
the banquet we make every moon...
in honour of Ossipago and Carna.
You're so lucky. You will eat like
you've never eaten in your whole life.
Who are Ossipago and Carna?
The gods of bones and flesh.
Take him to have a bath.
Let him get a good massage
have them perfume him.
What the hell is this banquet about?
He invites a few patricians
to put us on display.
Don't worry. It's a
look-but-don't-touch affair.
And Agrippa would raise the stakes.
I only want to go back to my people.
You'll forget about them as soon as
you taste the meat they serve there.
I couldn't care less about it.
You have never tasted such a tender and
tasty meat in your life, believe me.
Okay, get the cattle out now.
Come on, move!
Move!
Arinsal, my son!
Caesar Augustus is a great Caesar.
He is magnanimous and powerful.
He spared my life.
He may have spared your life,
but your neck is a real mess.
I'll tell Bescaran to sew it.
Oh yes.
Go.
Have you eaten, sir?
I'm not hungry.
Do you want me to wash you?
No.
I'll do it myself.
Go.
Arinsal, my son!
Go with him
You and I have to talk
very seriously, Arinsal.
- Has he done anything wrong?
- That's none of your business.
I couldn't let them kill Caro.
You can do anything I order you to do.
Even if tell you to kill her.
I'm your father now.
Today you put yourself in danger
and you put me in danger.
As a punishment, you'll go
empty out the latrines now.
Quick!
- They want to kill my son, sir.
- Who wants that besides me?
Everybody.
I fear for him.
They won't dare as
long as I protect him.
Please change your mind.
Please.
- I want you to make him a slave again.
- No.
- That's out question.
- Sir, please!
You ask for many things and you
give very little in return, slave.
I will give you whatever you want.
Let's go.
Let's go to the barn.
You are a very presumptuous woman.
You must think you're wonderful.
Me?
Do you really think that I like you so
much that I'd do anything to have you?
- I don't know.
- I have all the women I want.
No favours in return,
no tears, no conditions.
Do you understand?
You do?
Get up now.
If I wanted you...
...it's not the case.
I would do my best to seduce you.
If I wanted you,
and it's not the case,
I wouldn't stop until I'd feel you
desire over mine. Do you understand?
But it's not the
case, as I told you.
Pompey, just find any
excuse for tonight.
- Why?
- We're invited to a banquet.
I'm not in the mood.
It's a special one
organized by Rufus Agrippa!
You see I don't like to watch
strong, oiled men, Antonius.
There will be whores too.
The best in Tarraco!
There will be cockfights,
music, Palestinian dancers...
Lots of wine and meat!
- No... don't tempt me.
- And dice!
Come on. When was the last time
we went to an orgy together?
No, I'm not interested, really.
You will never be really
faithful to my sister.
- You know that.
- Who says that?
Men can change.
Men!?
Men are other people!
You are Pompey!
Take Marcus with you.
He'll appreciate it more than me.
How could I take Marcus to an orgy?
I'm an open-minded man, but there are
certain things you can't do with your son.
Okay, I'll think it over.
No, please.
I can't promise you anything.
Arinsal!
For you.
What's in there?
- The kitchen.
- Why is it locked up with a key?
Here it is.
Lydia Lapodaka's aphrodisiac beverage.
Great. This will allow me to
live up to past campaigns.
Don't look at him like a man.
Look at him as a solution.
He's just a boy.
- Sorry, wrong room.
- No, come back here!
- I know how you can get rid of Arinsal.
- You?
I thought of a solution that
will leave everyone happy.
Save for Pompey, I guess.
- You never know, we're going to a banquet.
- We'll spend the night out.
Hasdrubal, keep an eye on my son.
I want you to sleep at his feet.
- Are you good with the bow?
- Like Cupid.
Would you take a job?
I know Calpurnia and I know
she wants Arinsal dead.
- So does Drusilla.
- Stop it!
- I don't want this in my house.
- It's already cooked, it's no big deal.
It makes me sick!
Here's the meat!
Oh, Bacchus!
***Fansubs by MoonCT***
VII. All about the son
What?
- You heard right.
- Adopting Arinsal?
- As a citizen of Rome, I can adopt anyone.
- That boy is like a beast!
- He can be a great doctor
- His head is full of lice.
- Wouldn't you like to have a brother?
- Not this one.
- Neither would I.
- I don't like your wedding either.
If you need a son so bad,
why don't you make one?
- We're trying.
- You are?
- All the time. Are you envious?
- You're late.
- This is for Jupiter to decide.
- We'll just enjoy the pleasures of love.
About time after so many years.
There are two different issues here.
- We'll have two children if it's right.
- You already have two of them.
- Two male children, I mean.
- Male, the big word!
I agree.
If the boy has good skills for medicine.
He has them indeed.
I see myself in him at his age.
If it hadn't been for grandpa,
who taught me everything I know...
It's always useful to have
a doctor in the family.
That's right.
- Why not your nephew Hadrian instead?
- He can't bear seeing blood.
- Like his brother.
- I can see blood, but...
- You don't like red.
- Hadrian's destiny is already decided.
He will replace you all in the
great family business, right?
Exactly.
He'll make a living with his hands
free of dirty guts and livers.
Well, that's perfect.
As of tonight, if you agree
our new son will live here.
- Here?
- Yes. Where else?
We don't have any spare
room in this house.
He can stay at Marcus'
and Hadrian's room.
- With my children?
- This is my house.
It's part of my salary
as Caesar's doctor.
The room that Vespasian
and Marcia occupy
will be free as soon as
the general recovers.
Marcus will also leave for the
campaign against the Astures.
It will be a long time
before any of this happens.
Our new son will settle here today.
It is our desire and that's it.
Don't worry.
Time and patience set
things straight eventually.
- Come here!
- Let go of me!
This boy is stupid. He hasn't understood
that what he wants is irrelevant.
It's what they want that matters.
Let go of me!
Arinsal,
yesterday you were happy...
thinking that you could learn
to become a doctor. What happened?
- I don't want to take a bath often!
- Well, you'd better!
I don't want to learn to read
and write, much less in Latin!
Latin is spoken throughout the world.
It won't hurt you.
I'm a warrior, not a sissy
who perfumes his armpits.
Who changed your mind in a day?
I did.
Caro, help me take him to get bathed.
Don't.
And you leave the child alone.
Come on...!
I told you to leave him alone!
You're dumber than a goat.
Do you think you can decide?
Or can I? Or can they?
We are slaves. Carve this word
in your brain with golden letters.
We're a step above the dogs
and one below the horses.
He's right.
Stop playing the hero.
I don't play the hero.
You should try to use your
situation to your advantage.
What situation?
You could be dead
or in the galleys.
But you eat twice a day instead.
And your son has the chance
to be someone.
Someone... Roman.
Roman... or Iberian...
it doesn't matter.
Fed, healthy...
Respected.
- I want the best for him. Don't you?
- You want him to betray us?
The best...
...is for him to helps us from the new
position this family is offering to him.
Take him to get washed.
He'll never be our son again.
Marcus, help me
bring a triclinium.
It will be Arinsal's bed
for the time being.
- Should I help you?
- Yes, indeed.
Aren't there no slaves around?
You never refused to help me.
What's different now?
- We don't want him here.
- Go and complain to Pompey.
- What are you doing with my clothes?
- He needs a sleeping shirt.
- Why must it be mine?
- I'll sleep on the ground, never mind.
You see?
I have some orders to obey, okay?
You put on your shirt, you shut up and
you come with me to find a triclinium.
Come on!
Grab my bed, my shirt... grab
whatever you want. It's all yours!
Where are you going?
To sleep with the slaves.
Isn't that what we really are?
Don't be foolish.
It's Pompey's house.
He can do as he pleases.
- He's right.
- Please stop it.
- You are the heir of the house of Scipio!
- But the house is his!
The house is his,
the business is your mother's.
We are nothing. This is the harvest
of a 20-year-old marriage with you.
Do you want to divorce me?
If my children must sleep with
a stinking slave, then yes I do!
Come to my room.
You'll both sleep with me.
What?
You can sleep with your new nephew.
Too bad he's too young for your taste.
- Calpurnia!
- What?
Don't go down this road.
Or else I'll put you in the worst
ship to Egypt tomorrow morning.
- You wouldn't dare.
- Oh yes I would. I'd love to.
- I've been wanting this for years!
- What would you do without me?
I'd be finally happy!
That's what I'd do!
I gave you the best of my life!
I can't even imagine what
the worst could be then!
You can go where you were going to.
You wanted to sleep
with the slaves. Well, go then.
It will be a good experience
worth remembering all your life.
Take him with you, Hasdrubal!
Marcus will make the new member of the
family feel welcome. Right, Marcus?
Yes, father.
Are you sure about this?
Should I allow this?
A filthy Iberian sharing his
bed with my two children.
The son of your eldest son!
Your grandchildren!
- Take it easy.
- I can't!
This is beyond me!
And Antonius agrees with it!
He's a lazybones.
Sometimes I wonder how can
he be blood of my blood.
Pompey calls the shot.
You don't even take a stand!
I'm getting old, my
dear daughter-in-law.
If I was your age...
What's the use of my
age for me anyway?
What can I do all by myself?
You're not alone.
You have your children.
The Greek whore is all
Marcus that has in his mind.
That's what happens when they
discover the toy between their legs.
Hadrian is a rebellious kind,
but he's such a sensitive person...
We can't let him become an artist.
An artist is the ruin of a family.
Claudia used to back me before.
But now she's on this idyll...
You can't count on
anyone anymore.
Whatever you must do,
you must do it all alone.
Yes.
All alone.
I understand this is
not easy to do...
I guess you came to
the same conclusion.
Yes.
It's either him or your children.
That's obvious.
Yes.
I will help you kill him.
Don't worry about that.
You mean kill the child?
Yes, you'd feel sorry
about children.
But what kind of bad mother
wouldn't eliminate a threat
that may darken the
future of her children?
You are right.
If Pompey needs to show a son to Caesar,
let him show him yours instead.
If Pompey should find out,
he'd have me get killed.
He'll never find out.
Do you have any plan?
- I won't sleep here.
- Your father's orders.
- I'll sleep in the yard!
- Your father's orders!
How can you live like this?
Shut up!
The animals in the barn
live better than this.
Come with me.
You'll sleep in Arinsal's bunk.
That's a very hard bunk
for such tender bones.
Watch out!
You may break them!
He smells like roses!
You'll be fine here.
They rob our son and you
still give them shelter.
- It's not his fault.
- You forgive so easily.
- And you make it all difficult!
- Enough!
Time to sleep.
I didn't know that you
slaves lived like this.
Masters don't worry about
how their servants live.
This is the great law of Rome: some have to
suffer so that others can live like kings.
The boy is right.
We are animals because we want to.
I don't get you.
We're the first ones who must
believe that we are persons.
Nobody's a person without freedom.
- Thanks.
- Sleep.
I shall write a play about slaves.
What?
- Have you ever been to the amphitheatre?
- Shut up!
Mum!
By Apollo and Aphrodite.
You don't know how much I envy you!
You are attracted to each other!
Yes, yes, yes.
- It's natural. We're man and woman.
- But after so many years...!
Years may cool the passion,
but they improve the technique.
I just got married and
I only feel dry heaves.
- I told you.
- I thought he would die!
What can you do about it?
I may divorce him.
On what grounds?
He's too old?
You knew this before
getting married.
That he makes me sick?
You can't just say that one of
Caesar's best generals makes you sick.
- Do you want them to banish you?
- No.
And if I say I'm not a virgin?
- You're not?
- Yes, I am. But I could say I'm not.
- You're playing with fire.
- He may have you killed for that.
I'm a virgin!
I swear!
- I'm not a virgin!
- Really?
- What did you and me do last night?
- Just once. It's not such a big deal.
You lose everything just once!
Isn't there a way to...
- Yes, but I don't want to hear about it.
- But how...
You sew it together.
Do you mean...?
Your old slave could do it to me,
or even your friend the whore...
Vespasian is a very generous man.
You could just explain it to him.
You really want me to tell him
that his future man of trust
made love with his wife on his
wedding night while he lay dying.
- Are you sleeping?
- No.
No, I'm not sleeping.
I was waiting for you.
I killed some time after dinner.
I went to yard and asked
the stars about your health.
And what did they say?
Stars say nothing, you little brat.
They are up there hanging
from who knows what.
The answer to things we don't
understand is not in the stars.
I've seen too many dead bodies.
I've killed too many people.
I only believe in what I can touch.
Did you love your previous wife?
- Which one of the two?
- Both of them.
I married the first one
out of obligation.
It was a family deal.
- She was so thin!
- How did she die?
Shattered.
- By whom?
- By me.
I was very Young and very strong.
I returned full of desire
after a campaign in Britain.
- I told you, she was very thin.
- Poor girl!
You don't have to worry, my princess.
I used to be an animal but
now I'm sweeter than honey.
What about your second wife?
- I had to kill her.
- Why?
She cheated on me with
one of my trusted men.
Both of them are at the bottom of the sea
of Capri with a stone tied to their neck.
But you don't have to worry.
- You're so innocent!
- Very much so.
Trust me.
I'm an older man, but I learned a lot by
invading the bodies of women.
Invading?
Yes.
Every woman is a territory.
Hispanic females, they're a forest.
Those from the Gauls, a valley.
Those of Britannia,
an elusive peak.
And the Romans,
you're like a vineyard.
The vineyard is sleepy.
The vineyard has to
give me many fruits.
I haven't had any children yet.
We must hurry.
It's natural.
Yes...
I'll count the hours...
So will I.
The Iberians, the Iberians...!
I'm sick of hearing
about of the Iberians
as if they were
prodigies of nature!
- But they are, divine emperor.
- There's nothing divine in me.
- You are a god.
- I'm not!
If I were a god, my
teeth wouldn't hurt!
And my toenails wouldn't
feel like thorns in my feet.
My tongue wouldn't be
dirty after a bacchanal!
And if I, the most powerful man
in the universe, I'm not a god,
then they're not either!
But it's a magic thing,
Great Augustus.
In the woods, they hide in a way
to be confused with the trees.
- What do you know?
- That's what the soldiers say.
In the rivers, they stay inside the
water for hours without breathing.
Are you telling me
they're sirens now?
The rumour has it between the troops
that they are... infernal beings.
Infernal beings.
Infernal beings are this bunch of
of coward and corrupt generals
who are the shame of Rome.
Very well. Bring me
an Iberian immediately.
- An Iberian?
- Yes, dead or alive.
Call Pompey.
Have him come here and slice
him open for everyone to see.
We'll see if they're men
or demons once and for all.
Hi, Caro!
- Hello sir.
- Why are you tell me sir?
They told me to call you sir, sir.
I'm just Arinsal.
And you're Caro, the one who taught
me how to throw stones with the hone.
I'm the personal slave of
the three young masters.
There were two of them before.
But now they are three.
You look like a girl!
Hey, what are you doing?
What's going on?
Who's attacking us?
I'm hungry. Bring me three eggs,
goat cheese and some dates.
Right away, sir.
After I bathe your cousin.
My cousin?
Oh, my cousin.
Bathe him well.
He still stinks like a mule.
I took a bath yesterday.
Pompey says you must
take a bath every day.
Every day?
My skin will fall to pieces!
The only thing that makes
your skin fall to pieces.
It's filth.
Have you heard about leprosy?
You'll hear about it if you
finally become a doctor.
Hurry up.
Caesar is calling.
He's calling us?
There's a chariot and an escort of 6
soldiers waiting by our house gates.
You'll come with us too, Caro.
They asked me to bring
an Iberian with me.
Why?
I have no idea.
We'll know when we get to the palace.
Come on.
Don't delay.
- No grape juice?
- It's coming.
Hadrian, by Juno, what's
that you're wearing?
Can I have breakfast here, sir?
Or should I stay with the slaves?
Sit down and eat.
You're home.
Have a good breakfast.
I hope you learned the lesson well.
I learned the lesson, father.
It's very hard to take.
- Is it?
- Indeed.
Yes, it's very hard to take
that we, the Romans,
the great civilizers of the Earth,
the refined and blessed ones by the gods,
can treat the people we have at our
service in such a heartless way.
Oh, Jupiter, father of all the gods!
Listen to the words of my poor son.
He's speaking like a crazy person.
Why must they sleep like
animals in a pile of dirt?
- They're human beings like us!
- What are you talking about?!
They have blood, skin
and bones like us.
- So do animals.
- But the slaves have a brain!
- So do monkeys.
- Do monkeys have feelings?
We don't know and we don't care.
We don't know what slaves
have or don't have either.
- Well, I care about it!
- Just sit down and eat!
I won't treat my own slaves
like this when I'll be an adult man.
You won't have a chance to be an adult
man if you keep thinking like this.
- No!!!
- What?
This dish is not for you, son.
It's for Arinsal.
Why is it for Arinsal?
This is what Claudia said.
Didn't you, Claudia?
- I didn't say anything.
- Yes, you did!
It's not true.
Then Hadrian can grab this dish
and eat whatever he likes.
He won't eat from this
dish or any other!
Can't you see he's
delirious with fever?
Nooo!!!
You prepared an odd
breakfast for my son.
I have nothing to do with this!
Of course you don't.
This is a wild country.
It's full of scorpions.
Yes.
And she-scorpions too.
Yesterday I saw a big
one in the yard.
If anything happens to Arinsal...
Antonius, will you let him
insult me and threaten me?
I can't walk with these things.
My feet hurt.
They're called sandals.
You'll get used to them.
Let's go.
- I'm hungry.
- You'll eat on the road.
Come on, son.
You too, Caro.
Julia... What is it?
I wish it would have bitten me.
That's a strange way to take a bath.
- I just want to kill myself!
- Oh, sorry about that.
You all won't care if I die.
What?
Nobody listens to me.
I'm desperately unhappy!
Well, killing yourself won't
make people happy either.
I hate Hispania.
I want to go back to Rome.
- You're jealous of Arinsal.
- No, I'm not!
- Yes you are, and so is Hadrian.
- Aren't you?
No. I'm an adult.
I have other problems.
Which ones?
You wouldn't understand.
You're afraid Vespasian might kill you if
he finds out you deflowered my sister.
- How do you know...?
- I know everything! The gods speak to me.
Sure, and what do they say to you?
That you and Marcia could save
your life if you weren't so dumb.
How?
- There she is.
- How can we do that?
So now you're listening to me.
If you have an idea, spit it out quickly
or I'll tell Marcus to drown you down.
You could say that lost
it against your will.
You're right!
I'll say Marcus forced me, I'll cry
a little, and I'll be off the hook.
- What about me?
- We can't both be saved.
- One of us must take one for the other.
- I don't see it.
Marcus. I'll be eternally in debt with
you for your spontaneous gesture.
- It doesn't have to be him who forced you.
- Oh yeah?
- It could have been just anyone.
- Who?
A savage.
An Iberian.
A newcomer to the family.
Yes, but who?
Arinsal?
- Isn't he too young for it?
- No enemy is too young, my dear.
- What's wrong with you today?
- I'm sorry.
- Save your anger for the arena.
- I told you I'm sorry.
Did you know that if you win 35
times, you have the right to be liber?
What does that mean?
You stop being a slave.
You become a man like any other.
- They want me to kill 35 men for that?
- We both have killed a lot of men.
They were enemies.
You'd better cut the chit-chat!
Come on!
I know who my enemies are.
I could be wrong but that
guy could be a treasure.
You mean Mandoni?
He has everything to
become a great gladiator.
- Bets can make you rich.
- Really?
You could even get 500 sesterces.
- A year?
- For each combat!
How many combats could you arrange?
Three per moon.
And one each day for the feasts
of Mars, if he survives.
I wouldn't want him to die.
He won't. Leave it to me
and we split the profits.
When will he be ready
to hit the arena?
Soon if wants to.
But he has to be tamed first.
Oh, I don?t think you'll be able to.
It wouldn't be the hardest
thing I ever did.
Let's have him here
with all the others.
And before the days get shorter,
he'll lick your hand as a dog.
Oh Phoebus and powerful
Diana of the forests,
sky's bright ornament.
You who always must
venerated and honoured,
please give us what we ask for
at this sacred moment.
I like it, I like it!
Do you, Pompey?
It's lovely, sir.
It's a fantastic hymn.
Uncomplicated, just plain words.
A real choral hymn to the
deities that anyone can recite.
Listen to this snippet:
Nourishing sun,
you who bring and hide the
day with your shiny chariot,
you who are born
different and equal,
hopefully you'll never see anything
bigger than the city of Rome.
I get goose bumps all over.
Congratulations once
again, Horace.
You know you're
my favourite poet.
Horace will transcribe
your experiment.
Experiment?
Discovery, scientific demonstration.
Call it what you will.
The people must stop
thinking about the Iberians
as divinities
impossible to dominate.
- And what am I supposed to do?
- Didn't they tell you?
- No.
- So why did you bring the slave?
They just told me you wanted me
to bring an Iberian slave along.
I want you to open him and show
everyone, especially the generals,
that Iberians are
just ordinary beings,
with a heart, liver, stomach...
Like the rest of mortals.
When you say open
him, you mean...
Just do what you'd do with a
dead body to investigate.
- Yes, but...
- What's the problem?
You've often told me that you
buy corpses to analyze them.
Yes, but as it so happens,
this here boy is alive.
We that can be fixed.
You know that.
For the sake of the Empire, we must end the
absurd legend of Iberians having 2 hearts.
Two hearts?
That's ridiculous.
I know, but some even think
that they have three testicles.
- What does "testicle" mean?
- Bulls.
I don't have three bulls.
I don't have three bulls, Caesar.
Look at me!
Get him away from me
and cut his throat.
No! No!
Pompey, please...!
Arinsal!
Please!
Well, let's go to the main hall.
I have gathered 500 people there
so that they see what you do.
Horace will write a
wonderful ode about it.
Don't you feel proud to be
the hero of an ode?
That won't work, sir.
- Killing him will not work.
- Shut up!
- It's a lie!
- What is a lie?
- That Iberians are not like the others!
- How do you know?
- Because I am one.
- Arinsal!
We don't have two hearts.
Our secret is something else.
- What is it?
- Our secret is...
Don't listen to him.
The slave is a friend of his.
My son has good feelings,
and he wants to save him.
This is worth an ode, Caesar.
I don't want to see you angry.
Julia!
- He'll never be my brother!
- That's for your father to decide.
He ignores me and Marcia.
We no longer exist for him.
What are you talking about?
He loves you both dearly.
I will never fall in love!
I will never have children!
And I'll join the temple
of Vesta very soon!
Julia!
Your husband is causing a lot
of trouble in this house.
- Does that entitle you to kill a child?
- Nobody wants to kill anyone.
- The scorpion was an accident.
- You're such a bad liar.
And you're just toy in his hands.
What are worried about?
- You don't know?
- No, I don't.
This is the Scipio family.
One of the oldest and
more recognized in Rome.
We have a fleet of ships,
a palace next to the Tiber,
a villa in Capri and more than a million
denarii invested in merchandise.
Claudia...
Do you want all this to end up in
the filthy hands of an Iberian?
I remind you that your father
adopted Pompey,
and he has ended up proclaiming
himself lord of this house.
This house which is
yours, your brother's...
Mine.
Do we want to repeat the
same mistake 20 years later?
Kill me. I'm not afraid of you.
You're not gods, or demigods, or anything.
We aren't, sir, but we
don't want to die either!
You either kill me or you die.
There's no other solution.
We haven't done anything!
You just knocked out
one of my best generals!
- He broke my nose!
- Shut up!
- It was self-defence.
- You shut up too!
It understandable that at the
prospect of being sliced open
as a show for 500
people, they had to...
Shut up everybody!
Iberians can be great allies.
They're excellent horsemen
and great warriors.
I just saw that.
But no one's giving me a
reason not to kill them.
First of all, they have a sword.
That's a good reason.
I'm not sure if you could
trust general Publius anyway.
What?
It could be part of the men
who plot against you.
That's your opinion.
He's dead and he can't defend himself.
He was in charge of
logistics, right?
So what?
Who ordered to buy those
chickens with big bones?
The most important thing is
that show your generosity.
To win is to win the
other side over.
Alright then.
I won't do anything until
they drop their swords.
Excellent.
Drop your sword.
Drop your sword!
Now!
- Kill them!
- Sir!
I will try to be generous, but
they must give me eternal loyalty.
Yes, sir!
Eternal loyalty to you!
Start saying good things
about me to your people.
Tell them you that I'm a civilized man
who fights for peace and harmony.
Yes, sir.
There's only one problem now.
I promised a show to 500 people.
I wouldn't worry about it.
We needed a body, and
there you have one.
Are you trying to turn the
kitchen into a palace?
We want to live a bit
better than pigs.
Well, you're wrong.
Dirt makes you strong.
Masters spend all day in the water and
they fall sick every now and then.
What if you help us kill the rats?
It's the door!
They're coming!
Okay.
I help you kill the rats,
and you help me kill
a worm that's inside of me.
A worm inside of you?
It swirls around
every time it sees you.
I don't like worms.
- Because you haven't seen mine yet.
- I can guess how it is.
No, you can't.
I'm a Carthaginian.
- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.
- What's for lunch today?
- Kid goat.
Tell the cook from me to season
it well and to add lots of oregano.
- Where's Mandoni?
- He will stay at Agrippa's school.
- What?
- He'll soon become a great gladiator.
- He won't come to sleep here?
- No, he won't.
I told you he'll stay
with his new mates.
Don't worry.
His life will be better down there.
He may even become a hero!
Lots of oregano,
don't forget about it!
Hadrian!
- You must help me.
- Me?
They're holding Mandoni and they
want to kill my son no matter what.
Pompey will protect him.
There's nothing I can do about it.
You can talk to your grandmother.
She dominates all the others.
What can I tell her?
You tell Caesar that I'm
feeling much better.
I'll go back to the
garrison in 3 or 4 days
And I'll take care of the
new assignment he gives me.
As soon as I finish
tying up your sandal,
I'll take the fastest horse and
I will fulfil your desire.
You'll be a good aid, Marcus.
- It's the dream of my life.
- Okay...
Since you want me to like you so
much and you're going to Tarraco,
I've got another errand
for you to make there.
Do you know a brothel
of a Lydia Lapodaka?
- Better than this house.
- Is that right?
They told me she prepares a tonic
drink that warms up your blood.
Here...
You give her these two aurei and just
tell her it's for a wedding night.
- Which wedding night?
- This one.
- Tonight?
- Yes.
- So you're feeling good?
- I'm feeling better than ever.
- Aren't you afraid getting sick again?
- I won't make the bride wait any longer.
Oh, she's a very patient woman...
Maybe.
But despite being the personification
of purity and innocence,
she must be wishing
to be deflowered.
Most probably, but she
could well wait...
Do as I tell you.
I want her to see that she didn't marry
an old man, but a great man instead.
Come on.
Julia! We must act today
before the sun goes down.
- Where's Arinsal?
- With father. He hasn't come back yet.
That's better.
I still don't see how you can
get Arinsal to rape Marcia.
He won't rape me, you idiot!
- I thought...
- He'll just pretend he did.
How can he agree to that?
He won't have to.
He'll just think he did it.
Is that so?
Don't fret.
I've got it all figured out.
Last lap!
Is this the 99th?
This is the last one.
You've got to do one more!
Can I take the cattle out?
Wait for them to finish, you jerk!
How many times I've told you one
must be discreet with the cattle?
- Many times, sir.
- And so?
You've whipped me so much that my
head does not work properly anymore.
Last one!
100!
100!
100!
Very good, very good.
I could kill him right away.
Just grit your teeth
and let him praise you.
- Most won't do 100 on the first day.
- You don't say.
He'll treat you like a king if he thinks
that you can make him earn lots of money.
You have the strength of a bull.
He could eat half a
bull right now, right?
As a prize, tonight you will attend
the banquet we make every moon...
in honour of Ossipago and Carna.
You're so lucky. You will eat like
you've never eaten in your whole life.
Who are Ossipago and Carna?
The gods of bones and flesh.
Take him to have a bath.
Let him get a good massage
have them perfume him.
What the hell is this banquet about?
He invites a few patricians
to put us on display.
Don't worry. It's a
look-but-don't-touch affair.
And Agrippa would raise the stakes.
I only want to go back to my people.
You'll forget about them as soon as
you taste the meat they serve there.
I couldn't care less about it.
You have never tasted such a tender and
tasty meat in your life, believe me.
Okay, get the cattle out now.
Come on, move!
Move!
Arinsal, my son!
Caesar Augustus is a great Caesar.
He is magnanimous and powerful.
He spared my life.
He may have spared your life,
but your neck is a real mess.
I'll tell Bescaran to sew it.
Oh yes.
Go.
Have you eaten, sir?
I'm not hungry.
Do you want me to wash you?
No.
I'll do it myself.
Go.
Arinsal, my son!
Go with him
You and I have to talk
very seriously, Arinsal.
- Has he done anything wrong?
- That's none of your business.
I couldn't let them kill Caro.
You can do anything I order you to do.
Even if tell you to kill her.
I'm your father now.
Today you put yourself in danger
and you put me in danger.
As a punishment, you'll go
empty out the latrines now.
Quick!
- They want to kill my son, sir.
- Who wants that besides me?
Everybody.
I fear for him.
They won't dare as
long as I protect him.
Please change your mind.
Please.
- I want you to make him a slave again.
- No.
- That's out question.
- Sir, please!
You ask for many things and you
give very little in return, slave.
I will give you whatever you want.
Let's go.
Let's go to the barn.
You are a very presumptuous woman.
You must think you're wonderful.
Me?
Do you really think that I like you so
much that I'd do anything to have you?
- I don't know.
- I have all the women I want.
No favours in return,
no tears, no conditions.
Do you understand?
You do?
Get up now.
If I wanted you...
...it's not the case.
I would do my best to seduce you.
If I wanted you,
and it's not the case,
I wouldn't stop until I'd feel you
desire over mine. Do you understand?
But it's not the
case, as I told you.
Pompey, just find any
excuse for tonight.
- Why?
- We're invited to a banquet.
I'm not in the mood.
It's a special one
organized by Rufus Agrippa!
You see I don't like to watch
strong, oiled men, Antonius.
There will be whores too.
The best in Tarraco!
There will be cockfights,
music, Palestinian dancers...
Lots of wine and meat!
- No... don't tempt me.
- And dice!
Come on. When was the last time
we went to an orgy together?
No, I'm not interested, really.
You will never be really
faithful to my sister.
- You know that.
- Who says that?
Men can change.
Men!?
Men are other people!
You are Pompey!
Take Marcus with you.
He'll appreciate it more than me.
How could I take Marcus to an orgy?
I'm an open-minded man, but there are
certain things you can't do with your son.
Okay, I'll think it over.
No, please.
I can't promise you anything.
Arinsal!
For you.
What's in there?
- The kitchen.
- Why is it locked up with a key?
Here it is.
Lydia Lapodaka's aphrodisiac beverage.
Great. This will allow me to
live up to past campaigns.
Don't look at him like a man.
Look at him as a solution.
He's just a boy.
- Sorry, wrong room.
- No, come back here!
- I know how you can get rid of Arinsal.
- You?
I thought of a solution that
will leave everyone happy.
Save for Pompey, I guess.
- You never know, we're going to a banquet.
- We'll spend the night out.
Hasdrubal, keep an eye on my son.
I want you to sleep at his feet.
- Are you good with the bow?
- Like Cupid.
Would you take a job?
I know Calpurnia and I know
she wants Arinsal dead.
- So does Drusilla.
- Stop it!
- I don't want this in my house.
- It's already cooked, it's no big deal.
It makes me sick!
Here's the meat!
Oh, Bacchus!
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