02x07 - Death Mask

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Brutus.

Brutus.

Domina.

Domina, please, don't do that.

I'm so sorry.

Why don't you lie down?
You're very tired.

Yes... I'm...

very tired.

Would you like some willow water?

Would I?

It will help you sleep.

No more sleep.

Come along, cheer up.

You can't cry at your own wedding.

Show her how lovely she looks.

I look horrid.

No, you're beautiful.

Gods, still weeping.

I went to a great deal of trouble
to arrange this marriage.

Please don't ruin it.

There's not many men willing
to marry a penniless orphan.

I'm sorry.

I am very grateful.

It's just...

I'm sure he's a very nice man.

It's just I had always imagined
I'd wed someone...

someone different.

You won't wed anyone at all
if you come out all red and puffy.

I know men.

And this one will make...

a lovely husband.

When and where you are Gaia
there and then...

I am Gaius.

Yes, sorry.

When and where you are Gaius,
then and there, I am Gaia.

Pater Jupiter, mater Juno,
mater Venus

mater Suadela, mater Diana

dico ut vos audiatis ovi dato.

Pater Jupiter, mater Juno,
mater Venus

mater Suadela, mater Diana...

Makes you think, doesn't it?

About what?

About marriage.

Does it?

The two of us.

With the augur here,
we might as well do it now.

Quick and simple.

When we get married

it'll have to be
the best wedding ever seen.

You deserve nothing less.

Just a thought.

This augur moves like a snail.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Excuse me for a moment.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii

- Ludicrous old bat.
- I call for justice.

- What shall we do?
- Atia of the Julii

I call for justice.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

She'll go away soon enough
if we just ignore her.

Hey, wife.

Sun's been up for hours.

It's time to get up.

Soon.

While we're here...

No.

You don't know what I was gonna ask.

You want to make love.

That's an idea.

No good for baby.

He won't mind.

Maybe she.

She won't mind, neither.

No good for baby.

Priest says so.

Priest?

Priest?

What priest?

Priest in my country.

We're not in your country, are we?

When baby start to move, no love.

Is rules.

The baby's moving?

Yes.

Feel.

So we have no choice but to use
the deeper berths in Ostia.

We now have grain ships
in excess of ten thousand amphorae.

Tricky.

Those berths have been reserved
for our oil ships...

since f*ck knows when. Way back.

That's no reason to keep it so.

Times change.

So you keep saying.

I'll allow you to use our berths

but we'll take five percent
of the grain...

and the ships will be unloaded
by my own men.

Bollocks.

That's a license for thievery.

If we were thieves.

I'll give you the five percent,
but Mascius here...

will go down to Ostia and
he will supervise the dock work.

I'll leave today.

As you wish.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Good morning all.

You're late.

Posca's wedding yesterday.

I'm afraid I drank rather too much.

I could not get out of bed
no matter how hard I tried.

I have the most shocking headache.

So you must both
speak very quietly...

or I shall shatter into
a thousand little pieces.

I've been approached by
a number of...

eminent friends among the Senate.

They are... troubled.

I do not say that
they have grounds for anxiety

but I feel I would be remiss
if I did not...

- communicate.
- Do get on with it, man.

Yes, yes.

They're worried that perhaps
we three intend to...

establish some form of...

tyranny.

And who are these worriers?

Give me names.

That's awkward.

They spoke to me in confidence.

I'll bet they did.

You tell your eminent friends
to shut their mouths.

Tell them to go look
on Cicero's hands in the forum...

and remember what happens
to those that prattle of tyranny.

I only mention it.

- I would be remiss if I did not.
- You're quite right, Lepidus.

Quite right.

Now, shall we get down to business?

Yes, by all means.

Clearly, we three cannot
all rule together at once.

We shall only confuse
and contradict each other.

- True enough.
- We must divide responsibilities.

What are you proposing?

I suggest we divide
the territory of Rome into three.

Each one of us shall
assume command of one region.

Sounds reasonable.

Who gets what?

I haven't considered that yet.

But Rome is a very complex machine.

One can't simply chop it up
like... cabbage.

You should have Rome and the West.

And I will make do with...

Egypt and the Eastern provinces.

- Objections?
- Rome and the West has what?

Rowdy Gauls, Germans,
a fractious Senate

all the trouble of keeping
the Roman mob happy.

The East is where the money is.

The grain supply.
Most of the tax revenue.

All the revenues would be
divided equally, of course.

It would be a purely
administrative division.

All monies would be held
in a single treasury.

That would work.

And I?

What would I get?

Yes.

Africa.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

- Atia of the Julii...
- What is this?

Is she putting down roots?

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

- Atia of the Julii...
- So...

How goes your day?

Mine went extremely well.

She's driving me mad.

It's completely unfair.

It wasn't me who k*lled
her precious son.

She should be wailing
outside your house.

She just wants a little attention.

Go out.

Let her rant at you a while.

She'll soon leave.

What, and have her curse at me
in front of a mob of ogling plebs?

Never. I wouldn't give her
that pleasure.

It's up to you.

But I guarantee she won't leave
until she's seen you.

Stop pushing!

Wait your turn, woman!

Seen you on line before.

Me? No.

This looks like a fake to me.

I bet you don't even live
on the Aventine, do you?

No fake. All good. I swear to you...

- by the sacred Black Stone.
- Get out.

And don't let me
catch you around here again.

Get off!

Did you bring in wood?

Not yet.

Go do.

No hurry.

Get wood now.

Get it yourself.

I'm busy.

I give you an order.

Kiss my a*s.

Go ahead.

Try.

I'll shove it down your throat.

You'll be sorry.

My husband will beat you in pulp.

Fake.

Half the people in the line had them.

Well made.

Maybe one of the other collegia
trying to f*ck things up.

- Memmio I expect.
- Very likely.

What do we do?

Nothing.

Lost me there.

Memmio is dishonest and greedy.

Nothing we can do can change that.

If he thinks he's deceiving us,
then he's happy.

And I want everyone to be happy.

That's how we keep the peace.

We do nothing.

But he's stealing from us.

People who need food are getting fed.

What matter where they live exactly?

You must go to beat her dead!

Calm down. Beat who?

That wh*re, that Gaia.
You beat her dead!

What's she done now?

She won't bring in wood
like I tell her.

Then she say she's gonna
choke me with a stick.

- What?
- She say...

she's gonna choke me with a stick.

I don't understand.
Why would she do that?

What did you do to her?

Perfect. Now it's my fault?

Thank you. Thank you very much!

Eirene.

Cack.

What do I do?

Don't look at me.

Very funny.

If I do go and beat Gaia now
like she deserves

what do you think
Mascius is gonna do?

She's his girl, isn't it?

It's a puzzle all right.

Where's Mascius? Maybe if I go...

and talk to him man to man

he can give her
the chastisement himself.

He's in Ostia till next month.

- The new grain-ship business.
- Cack.

Maybe... if you were to give her
the beating...

I will if you want.

No. It's...

It's my wife she insulted.

My responsibility.

Marriage?

It's complicated.

With her pregnant now,
I think it drives them a little mad.

Here's to a boy.

A boy.

Chief.

What's that for?

Don't make a fuss now.

What?

You're gonna whip me?

I am.

Why would you want to do that?

You know damn well why.

Tell me.

You disrespected my wife.

That.

She tried to hit me.

She's lady of this house.

You're just a damn sl*ve!
She's allowed to hit you.

Now come here. Let's get it done.

Just it's hard to remember
she's married to the boss.

I mean, nothing against her.
It's just not natural.

She's such a mouse of a woman.

You're such a lion of a man.

Gerrae.

You know nothing of us.

Mouse.

Lion.

Anyone can see.

What sort of animal
does that make you then?

What kind of animal
do you want me to be?

The kind that will bend over...

and take her whipping
without complaint.

I could do that for you.

But you've got to
treat me nice first.

Just shut it, all right?

Just shut it and come here.

What do you think Mascius is gonna do
when he finds out you beat me?

I don't give a f*ck
what Mascius will do.

Mascius will do what I tell him.

No.

Mascius does what I tell him.

Yeah?

More fool him then.

f*ck you!

What are you gonna do now?

Is that all you got?

This was a mistake.

This never happens again.

Shame.

You and me go nicely together,
don't you think?

You and me are nothing.

But what if I misbehave again?

You gotta keep me disciplined,
haven't you?

Don't test me, girl.

I'm warning you.

You'll be sorry.

Relax.

Where's it say a man
can't have his sl*ves if he wants?

I can k*ll them too.

If I want.

You can.

You can do anything you like.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

I give up. I give up! I give up!

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii,
I call for justice.

Atia of the Julii

- I call for justice.
- Here then!

Here I am, you crazy b*tch!

Speak your piece and then be gone.

Here I am!

Gods below.

I am Servilia...

of the most ancient and sacred Junii

of whose bones the seven hills
of Rome are built.

I summon you to listen.

Curse this woman.

Send her bitterness and despair
for all of her life.

Let her taste nothing
but ashes and iron.

Gods of the underworld

all that I have left
I give to you in sacrifice

if you will make it so.

Now that... is an exit.

Come.

Come back inside.

She's dead.

All citizens be aware that
the vassal, Prince Herod

tetrarch of Galilee,
has come to the City.

By order of the triumvirate,
during his residence here

all mockery of Jews
and their one god...

shall be kept to
an appropriate minimum.

I am told Roman gentlemen
do not solicit bribes.

One must offer the bribe as a gift.

Is that so?

Yes.

Yes, that is so.

We are the most dreadful hypocrites,
I'm afraid.

I offer you a gift then.

Help me take the throne of Judea.

Make my enemies your enemies
and I offer you a substantial gift.

How substantial would this gift be?

How substantial does it need to be?

- Twenty thousand pounds of gold.
- Done.

I said we should have asked for more.

You must guarantee, of course,
to keep your Jews in line.

They will do as I say.

Or they will suffer the consequences.

Congratulations then, Herod.
You have the full backing of Rome.

- One question.
- Yes.

Our friends, Octavian and Lepidus.

You speak for them too?

I do.

We speak with one voice.

So they will not come to me later
expecting gifts of their own?

No no. No, your gift...

is for all of us.

Good.

Wonderful to have such trust
between friends.

That is what I call
a good morning's work.

Indeed.

A good morning's work.

May I inquire what my share will be?

Share?

Share of what?

Of Herod's gift.

What gift?

I see.

Do you?

Let me be clear.

There was no gift.

Herod came here today
to discuss administrative issues.

Of taxes on olive groves.

Of border defenses
against the Parthians.

- There was no gift.
- I understand.

Really, Posca.

Ever since you got your freedom...

you have become insufferably greedy.

Go home. Have a good lunch.

Make love to your pretty young wife.

But do stop grubbing about
after other people's money.

Trust me.

You'll be far more content.

Scum.

b*stard scum!

What good is shouting at him
on the street?

It's childish.

You're only gonna
get yourself into trouble.

I'm telling you
he's worse than his father.

He'll not stop until
he's made our people...

sl*ves and idolaters.

He should die.
The b*stard should die!

It would be a mitzvah, no doubt.

I'm serious.

Come on.

Us?

If not us, then who?

Herod is here.

We are here.

The future of our people
is in our hands.

Salve, Maecenas.

Hello, Posca.

Might I have a word?

I suppose, if you must.

It strikes me...

you're the sort of man
that knows how to keep a confidence.

Yes.

If a man were to tell you something,
in confidence

you might tell others
but you would not reveal your source.

No.

And perhaps you're the sort of man
that knows how to...

properly...

reward...

those who confide in him?

You have me exactly.

You're a fine judge of character.

Those lions you bought me
were useless.

Wouldn't pull my chariot for sh*t...

and bit the arm off
a perfectly good groom.

They are temperamental animals.

I am very fortunate
to have a giraffe

should you be interested.

What would I do with a giraffe?

Camels, perhaps?

Camels?

Do I look like
a f*cking date merchant?

Lions that run!

Get out.

Now...

what news, young Caesar?

What is one third of twenty thousand?



Do you take me for a fool?

Question after question
makes for a very poor conversation.

If you have a grievance,
just say what it is.

We had an agreement.

We were to share all revenue.

Yes.

Herod has agreed to give you
twenty thousand pounds of gold.

I want my share.

Who told you this?

You deny it?

Who told him?

I've bought one of Herod's people.

Do you deny it?

If Herod is kind enough
to give me a gift

what business is it of yours?

A gift is not revenue.

It is not a gift. It is a bribe.

For political and military favors.

The cost of which favors
shall be borne by the State.

Pedantry.

Let us be realistic.

This arrangement of ours cannot work

if you seek every opportunity
to aggrandize yourself at my expense.

Aggrandize myself?

This from the boy...

whose so-called father
has been declared a god.

An honor he well deserves.

He only did it so that...

you might be known
as the son of a god.

You have no accomplishments
of your own, so you...

seek to borrow the glory of others.

It's true.

It was no accomplishment
to defeat you at Mutina.

You defeated me?

You cowardly little sh*t!

He'd never even left his tent!

You have never defeated me
in anything.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
let's not get overheated.

I'm sure we can come to
some kind of reasonable agreement.

I had hoped you might have learned
some humility and discipline.

I see now that
you are still the same...

crude, arrogant letch
you always were.

That's right, just the same.

And still f*cking your mother!

Are you all right?

Yes, nothing.

- Do you want to go lie down?
- No, it's fine.

Anything else, mistress?

Water.

Master?

No.

Nothing.

See? Good sl*ve now.

Ever since you gave her
a good beating.

There you go.

You should beat her
the same way every month.

If she wakes before I'm back,
tell her I've gone to Lyde's temple.

Tell me again about the farm.

What kind of animals will we have?

Sheep.

Goats.

- Pigs.
- And chickens?

Yes, horses as well.

Elephants, if you like.

Sons of Dis, will you...

- What's the matter?
- I'm sorry.

It's not you, it's...

It's business matters.

Forget it.

Give me a kiss.

Do you still love me?

Of course.

Very much.

Omnipor, I've been looking...

Excuse me.

- Is that...
- It's nobody.

It's just a girl.
I'll see you outside.

That's the daughter
of Lucius Vorenus.

No, it's not.

Don't f*ck me about.
I've got eyes, haven't I?

How long has this been going on?

A few months.

Are you insane, girl?

Don't you know what disrespect
this shows...

- to your father?
- I don't care. I hate him.

That's all very well, but think
what will happen if he finds out!

As long as I smile at him...

and serve his damn soup
like a good daughter...

he thinks everything is fine.

- He won't find out.
- Will he not?

Him and me are friends by oath.

It is my duty to be honest with him.

- I'll have to tell him.
- You can't. You can't tell him!

I'm sorry, love,
but if I don't tell him

then I'm just as guilty
as you two, aren't I?

And what if he finds out
some other way?

He's never gonna believe
I didn't know.

His precious daughter
and one of my men!

He'll have my guts!

This is a right f*cking mess.

Please, sir, don't tell him.

He'll k*ll her.

No, he won't go that far,
I shouldn't think.

Yes, he will. You know him.

He's an animal. He k*lled my mother.
He'll k*ll me.

But what am I to do?

You've put me
in an impossible position here.

I'll do anything you say.
Just please don't tell him.

I don't know.

Maybe...

Maybe I can help you out.

Thank you.

Would you do something for me
in return?

Anything.

Me and him do a lot of business
together.

If you kept your ears and eyes open,
told me what was going on

that would be very helpful to me.

I can do that.

Good girl.

It's settled then.

Herod's gift will be shared
three ways.

Minus finder's commission.

Each of you agrees
to consult the other...

before naming any officials
above Aedile rank.

The same goes for the appointment
of foreign chieftains

princes, kings and so forth.

Now, all monies received

including taxes, customs revenue,
military spoils...

and informal gifts and bribes,
will be placed in the treasury...

under the supervision
of a Saturnine priest.

Fine.

And now you must shake hands.

Lovely.

Friends again.
That wasn't so hard, was it?

No. If we're all done

- I have work to do.
- You do realize...

your two bickering
has put the whole City in a panic?

I'll have the newsreader
say something.

"Renewed vows of amity" and so forth.

No one believes
what the newsreader says.

You have some notion
you wish to suggest?

I do.

If a marriage was to happen
between our two houses

no one could doubt all was well.

I don't care if all Italy burns,
I'll not marry him.

It's not a bad idea.

It would be a strong expression
of unity.

And the plebs love a good wedding.

I have no objection.

Thank you. I should think not.

We should discuss it, at least.

We could do it after Lupercalia.
It's very auspicious.

What?

If we are to discuss
a marriage contract

it's hardly appropriate
for a woman to be present.

Yes, sorry.

Carry on.

Be sure to leave enough time...

for my dressmaker
to make me something nice.

Yes, mother.

I'm getting married.

Anthony and I are getting married.

Where's Octavia?

This wedding of Anthony's tomorrow...

I've just heard
the dog Herod will be there.

Him and a thousand other aristos.

There'll be Lictors all over.
Soldiers as well, probably.

Watching the bride and groom,
nobody even paying any mind to Herod.

There'll be a big crowd.
Lots of noise. Chaos.

It's the perfect time.

I don't know.

You're not losing your nerve,
are you?

- No.
- We made an oath on the Torah.

And I'll not break it.
I'm just saying...

we've got to be sure.

- We only get the one chance.
- This is it!

Who knows?

If we're lucky
and the crowd's thick enough

we might even make it out alive.

No.

There's no chance of that.

We'll be hacked to pieces
quick as Pan.

His will be done.

Tomorrow, then.

Come, children.

Yesh.

- What are you doing?
- You scared me.

I was looking for you,
but you weren't here.

Here I am.

You alright?

- You look feverish.
- No no, I'm good.

What do you need?

Nothing.

Sister needs a new dress.

She grows like mustard.

- Thank you, father.
- Nothing for me?

I love you.

We need to talk.

Yes, we do.

I was thinking
we should take a little break.

- A break?
- From sex.

Just until our wedding night.

I want our wedding night
to be something special.

Don't you agree?

And we have so many practical things
we need to discuss.

Where we're going to live, for one.

I'm perfectly happy
moving into your villa.

But it will need to be redecorated
from top to bottom.

And I insist you sell your sl*ves,
male or female

whom you've previously f*cked.

- Atia, I...
- I insist.

And another thing. You still
haven't bought me my wedding gift.

I need to talk.

I'm not stopping you.

When and where you are Gaia...

I then and there am Gaius.

When and where you are Gaius...

I then and there am Gaia.

[Latin]

[Latin]

Why so gloomy?

No reason.

A bit of a headache.

Poor Atia.

I feel for her.

I always thought
her attachment to Anthony...

was purely practical.

But look at her.

I think the old girl's
genuinely in love with him.

Why did Octavian do this?

Simple.

Octavia is more likely
to provide children.

And what is marriage if not a machine
for the production of babies?

It's wrong.

It's just wrong.

Careful, friend.

Anyone who didn't know better...

might think you were
in love with Octavia.

Blessings upon you.

I'd rather eat sh*t.

Please try to see beyond
your own desires.

I couldn't very well
let you marry Anthony.

Everybody knows you were lovers.

The public would assume
it was a marriage of mere...

sentiment.

Of lust.

Whereas this match is clearly
a political statement of unity.

Atia.

Go away.

You cannot stay in here.

Our guests will wonder where you are.

Our guests can go
and f*ck themselves.

There was no choice.
Your son would have it no other way.

And he is your master?

He is my political partner.

- Policy dictates that.
- Policy be damned.

Speak plain.

You love power more than you love me.

They are two
completely different things!

This marriage has nothing
to do with us.

It changes nothing.

Love, you and I...

- It changes nothing.
- I see.

First you betray me and now
you propose to betray my daughter!

Forgive me.

You ready?

Let's go.

- Wait.
- They're coming!

I'm sorry, I can't do it.

What?

No more k*lling.

Herod is just a man.
His death is useless.

It's just more blood.

If we k*ll him,
another will take his place.

We'll k*ll him too.

Not by my hand.

You made an oath.

I break it then.

Brother.

I have a wife.

- I have children.
- You're a coward.

A sniveling coward. You always were.

I'll do it alone then.

No. No!

Brother!

You...

are not...

my brother.

This is strange, isn't it?

Look, I...

I know you're not exactly happy
about all this, but...

it is our wedding night.

Do as you like.

If you wouldn't mind just...

Send her bitterness and despair
for all of her life.

Let her taste nothing
but ashes and iron.

I need silphium and hellebore.

You caught it early.

Yeah.

Drink this...

before bed...

and when you wake...

in the morning

problem is over.

How's it taste?

I hate strong flavors.

If you put it in willow tea,
you won't taste it at all.

I'll give you some horsetail
in case there's much bleeding.

No, that's all right.

I don't need that.