No, please, please, please, have mercy.
GAVROS: It's too late for mercy now.
-We warned you. -I promise,
if you just spare my life, please.
First, you say you're ruined,
and now you're trying to buy your way out of this?
-(DOOR OPENS, CREAKING) -(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
TENAX: You filthy liar!
You disgust me.
No, no, Tenax, I'll get you your money.
-Finish him. -No, no, no.
-Take his gold. -No, no, no!
-(FLESH SQUELCHES) -(GRUNTS)
TENAX: Rome, once the beacon of civilization,
is now a cesspool of corruption and decay.
Its citizens are only interested in two things.
Bread and games.
They call me Tenax, but that's not my real name.
Life is of little value in Rome.
Living in the muck,
in the shadow of the rich and powerful.
I grew up in the underbelly of the Circus Maximus.
Always hungry, fighting for food.
But ambition and hard work made me the owner
of the biggest and most profitable betting tavern in all of Rome.
How did we do?
Just over 8,000 Denarii.
-And this lot? -Jewelry to the Spaniard.
Bag the rest.
TENAX: If you want to place a bet in my tavern,
there are four horse racing teams
you can put your money on,
the Green, White, Red and Blue Factions.
Hyah!
TENAX: Their shares have all been owned for hundreds of years
by the nobility and senators of Rome,
which gives them unimaginable wealth.
(THUD, HORSE NEIGHS)
But soon,
all of this is about to change.
GUARD: Oi! This one's still alive.
-Past saving. -Don't.
End this, I beg you.
Mercy?
Live ones are worth more than dead.
No value in mercy.
TENAX: When my time allows,
I teach the kids what they need to know...
Carpo, good load today.
...things that I had to learn the hard way.
Thirty sesterces for the horse.
Ten for the man.
This one's still alive.
-Twenty. -Thirty.
-Twenty-five. -Done.
Hey, listen, men, dead or alive,
it's still worth less than horse meat.
TENAX: After Rome's Emperor Nero took his own pathetic life,
a bloody civil war followed.
This was called The Year of the Four Emperors.
Four generals wanted to become
ruler of the mighty Roman Empire.
The last one standing
was General Flavius Vespasianus.
After his army had made him emperor,
he rebuilt the city and began at its center
to erect a new, giant sports arena
to appease the mob.
The Flavian Amphitheatre.
MAN: Moving along here and...
TENAX: Emperor Vespasian had come from a lowly family
of mule breeders and had two sons.
Titus, the eldest, had become a famous general,
and Domitian became the young politician in the family.
They were known as the Flavian Dynasty.
Behold, Rome's latest glory,
born of my son Titus's conquest of Judea.
I share the glory with the soldiers of Rome.
Built for the citizens of Rome
on the same land that Nero stole from them,
to build this Golden House.
It's smaller than I expected.
Are you master of the games, Consul Marsus?
Are you Aedile Ludi?
Credit me for knowing what the crowd wants.
Circus Maximus is fine for chariot racing.
The crowd wants to see blood,
and they want to be close enough to see it.
I've ordered thousands of animals and gladiators
from every corner of the empire.
From our northern outposts
all the way down to our provinces in Numidia.
Yes, while we still await the offering of shares in this enterprise.
Ah. (CHUCKLES) Well, I've reconsidered that.
There will be no shares.
(CROWD MUTTERING)
Circus Maximus belongs to you,
the shareholders of the four factions.
But this arena will, instead,
belong to all the citizens of Rome.
(BELL RINGING)
Emperor Vespasian, Titus, Domitian, all of the Flavians,
they're nothing.
A family of muleteers.
These Flavians, they threaten our very existence.
Asserting that this new arena belongs to the citizens of Rome,
it's nothing but a ploy
to satisfy their own boundless greed.
It will sap the wealth we derive from the Circus Maximus,
and perhaps worse, what's left of our authority and gravitas.
Consul, out with it. Just say it.
-One step at a time. -ANTONIA: No.
Not one step at the time.
It is about more than stopping the Flavian Amphitheatre.
It is about stopping the Flavians.
Careful, woman.
A mere thought can lead to execution.
Wouldn't you rather take that risk
than be buried in oblivion?
Perhaps my wife's right.
If a change in the emperor
means he shares with all of us.
Vespasian is not long for this world.
Titus, the elder son, has a sense of duty.
But what of Domitian?
The venal one.
Imagine him on the curule chair.
Were he to become emperor,
that would be the end of all of us.
(ETHEREAL VOCALIZING)
(SOLDIERS MARCHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CHATTER STOPS)
SOLDIER: Listen up.
We need some water. Now.
(DRUM MUSIC PLAYING)
Good.
(IN LOCAL LANGUAGE) Two hundred for 15 bags.
Finest grade Levant pink salt.
(SNIFFS)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHUCKLES)
(IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)
Jula, stop it.
Aura, can't you just tell Mother?
What do you want me to tell her?
That I'm bored and I want to get out of here?
Sooner or later you'll have to.
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: (IN ENGLISH) Keep going.
Go on, girl.
I like it.
Dance.
-You heard me! -Please.
-Please. No. Please don't... -(GRUNTS)
-(YELPS) -(SOLDIER CHUCKLES)
(GROANS)
-(AURA GROANS) -No, no.
I'll kill you both for that.
But first, let's have some fun with you.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
(SOLDIER GROANING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What's this?
She's my sister.
Silence!
You killed a legionary.
-He was drunk. She's... -He was a Roman citizen.
These two are now the property of Rome.
-Bring them! -No, no, no. (SHUSHES)
Jula... Jula!
(OVERLAPPING VOICES)
AURA: (SCREAMING) No! Mother! Mother!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(IN LOCAL LANGUAGE) Finish up.
My daughters are cooking for me for a change.
(SCREAMING)
(SOBBING)
(IN ENGLISH) Jula! Aura!
(PANTING)
Mother!
AURA: (SCREAMING IN DISTANCE) Mother! Mother!
(IN LOCAL LANGUAGE) Cala, where are you going?
I'm going after my daughters.
What about your son, Kwame?
He's on a hunt.
I cannot wait for him.
(PREDATOR SNARLS)
(IN ENGLISH) The gods smile on us.
The Romans will pay triple for that one.
He is of the god, Apedemak.
Demons will protect him.
The lion god of my father's people.
We cannot take him.
The Romans can deal with the gods and demons.
Take him.
Or you get nothing, Kwame.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(LIONS ROARING)
(HUNTERS CALLING)
(LION GROWLING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
(SNARLS)
(SCREAMING)
Now!
(GROWLING)
(IN LOCAL LANGUAGE) Please forgive me.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
(IN ENGLISH) Stop, you fools!
I have told you,
I can get them down the gangplank.
Steady, Elia. You are not in Baetica now.
They are useless. They will hurt them.
I can do it better.
MAN: Put it down.
I don't need some upstart Spaniard
telling me how to do my job.
I've unloaded more horses than you have days.
Not one more of our horses goes in that damn sling.
I'd listen to our little brother if I were you.
He knows horses.
I've unloaded rhinos.
You could have unloaded elephants.
I don't care.
Fuck 'em. Let them do it themselves.
I have six boats waiting to be unloaded.
Any word of the grain ships from Egypt?
It's been three weeks, and without food,
the people are growing more and more restless.
Ugh, they might arrive today, maybe tomorrow.
Storms to the south.
Send word as soon as they're sighted.
Steady. Steady. That's it.
That's it.
Good boy. Easy.
That's it. That's it.
(SHUSHING)
-Romans. -(HORSE GRUNTING)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Ships from Egypt are delayed.
There's no grain. Come back tomorrow.
That was the word yesterday.
It's been three weeks since we had grain.
-You heard what I said. -People are starving.
What are we supposed to eat?
Rome cannot give what it does not have.
I don't see any senators starving.
And they are the biggest leeches of them all.
(ALL CLAMORING)
(GROANING)
Perhaps we'll take our complaint
straight to Vespasian and his pups.
To the Palatine!
ALL: (CHANTING) To the Palatine! To the Palatine!
Hey, there's another riot.
What is it this time?
Who cares? Let's go. Come on, guys.
(ALL SCREAMING)
-(SIZZLING) -To the Palatine!
ALL: (CHANTING) To the Palatine! To the Palatine!
All together! Let's go!
(CROWD CLAMORING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHANTING CONTINUES) To the Palatine! To the Palatine!
Move to the Palatine. Go!
Move, move!
(COINS JINGLE)
(CROWD CHANTING FAINTLY)
(CHANTING INCREASES)
Pay for your crimes!
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
-(PEOPLE CLAMORING) -SOLDIER: Quick! Inside!
Close the gates! All right!
(CHANTING CONTINUES) Pay for your crimes! Pay for your crimes!
Come.
You laugh as they call for your blood.
Under the divine Emperor Nero, there was daily rioting.
VESPASIAN: Where is your brother?
Off fucking his Judean Queen, I imagine.
Well, he should be here.
That mob is out for our blood.
Good reason. They're hungry.
With only the Palace Guard
and one century of our Praetorians,
I'm not sure how long we can hold.
When you were besieged at Alesia,
you used a diversion to draw your attackers away.
Did you not?
(HORSES GALLOPING)
-Hyah! (GRUNTING) Hyah! -(HORSE WHINNIES)
(BOTH MOANING)
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -(BERENICE GASPS)
What is it?
Another food riot, my lord.
And the emperor plans a race to draw the rioters away.
(CROWD CHANTING) Pay for your crimes!
(BEATING DRUMS)
(HORSE WHINNIES)
(CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING)
So much for Pax Romana.
You think it's like this all the time?
Let's hope not.
(CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING)
There's a race today.
There's not a race today.
Are you blind or just an idiot?
Look at that.
Let's see that.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
-Drums. -I'm not deaf.
Scorpus is nowhere to be found.
Fimbria's looked everywhere.
I can guess. I'll go get him.
You two get set up for the betting.
FIMBRIA: Slowly, slowly.
Be careful.
Fimbria!
We were not supposed to race for another two days.
We are not ready.
When the emperor says we race, we race.
(HORSE SNORTING)
(RUSTLING)
(BELLS JINGLE)
(CREAKING)
(COUPLE MOANING)
Scorpus.
WOMAN: Hi.
Scorpus?
Scorpus. (CLAPPING)
Get up.
(MELODIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Why?
Stop that noise.
(DRUMS BEATING)
We are not supposed to race until the day after tomorrow.
The drums might suggest that's changed.
There's barely any betting unless you're driving.
Get up.
Antonia Servilius, you honor such a place with your presence.
Look at me in judgment, I'll have your eyes gouged out.
(CHUCKLES)
You lower yourself by friendship with this thing.
TENAX: The wife of Consul Marsus. Your boss?
The owner of the Blue Faction.
(SIGHS) She loves me.
-But why? -Same as why I always win.
-Because I can. -Even hungover?
Even drunk.
(GRUNTS)
Maybe that'll sober you up.
(DOOR OPENS)
BOY: Mother. Where's Father going?
TENAX: Come on.
-WOMAN: It's Scorpus! -Look, it's Scorpus.
-You're right. (CHUCKLES) -Hurry.
-Come on. -Oh!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(WOMEN GIGGLING) -It's Scorpus.
-Go, careful. Go, rig it, quickly. -Go. Faster.
Oh, you are Fimbria?
I have a letter of introduction from Hispania Baetica.
Uh, we have ten Spanish stallions of the highest quality.
Does it look like I'm buying horses from slaves?
Uh, your emperor made the Spanish
Roman citizens, as it happens.
Look, unless you are the emperor,
you can fuck off.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(CROWD CLAMORING)
Bacchus has arrived.
Oh, finally.
SCORPUS: Thank you, Tenax.
Betting's light when The Great Scorpus isn't racing.
That's Scorpus.
-Where is my bays? -Just in from pasture,
-being harnessed now. -It's bad for horses
-not to be properly prepared. -Complain to the emperor.
I intend to.
FIMBRIA: Go away!
You have nothing to see here.
Away!
(GRUNTS)
He doesn't look so special to me.
FONSOA: He has 86 four horse wins.
It's the horses that run.
You take his horses,
-I'll take his winnings. -And I'll take his woman.
SCORPUS: Come on, come on!
(PLAYING HARP)
Gavros, how is he?
He'll be much better. He did a light run this morning.
(WHISPERS) Come on, let's move.
ELIA: Are you crazy? Come on.
(SIGHS)
Incitatus.
How are you today, huh?
(KISSES) My beautiful boy.
Have you tasted it?
Of course. I'm still alive.
-SCORPUS: So? -So...
Well-formed, with a slight scent of vinegar.
It's perfect.
-He will run like the wind. -Excellent. Come on, let's go.
Let's go, Incitatus. Come on.
The first trumpets are any minute.
These are my newest rigs.
Amazing, huh?
What? No, no, no, no.
-What is... What is this? -(THUDS)
-FIMBRIA: We talked about this. -A new rig for Scorpus?
No, no, no. I don't remember that.
Yeah, you were probably drunk.
These are lighter, better on the turns.
We have spent a fortune on them.
How many times has Fortuna favored me in my old rig?
Go, get it!
You heard him.
Get the old one. Go!
-To victory. -To victory.
You again?
What are you, spies for the touts?
We're just looking to sell our Andalusians.
I told you, I'm not gonna deal
with you and your old nags. Huh?
Andalusians?
Yes.
Let's see them.
Come, this way.
All over 13 hands, two leg turns, very tight,
no whip and white as snow.
Are you selling or leasing?
Uh, selling.
You're a long way from Spain.
These horses are too good for Spain.
-And too expensive. -(HORSE SNORTS)
We're looking to make enough to set up a breeding farm back home.
-Two leg turns? -Yes.
I'll speak to Fimbria after the race.
(EXCITED LAUGHTER)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BELL CHIMING)
Scorpus is racing.
Blue Faction, 9-3 odds.
Driver...
Scorpus.
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(COINS JINGLING)
DOMITIAN: All of these on White to win.
Spread the bets.
Is that wise? You already owe so much.
I keep you around for your mouth and your ass.
Not for your advice.
You look magnificent, Father.
Yeah?
Well, I feel like horse dung.
I hope you're right about this.
Have you sent for Titus?
Yes.
The other day, during our tour of the Flavian Arena,
you revealed too much
that you were aroused by your own idea.
Forgive me.
Control of our emotions is paramount.
Yes, Father.
A lesson that could also benefit my brother.
-Yes. -Although... (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
perhaps we should be happy he's off with his Judean Queen.
Were he here, Rome's streets would be a river of blood.
VESPASIAN: Hmm.
Father, some color, perhaps?
-Color? -On the upper cheeks.
-No. -(CHUCKLES)
The crowd wants to see a healthy emperor.
Color.
I hope this doesn't reek of desperation,.
MAN: Make way for Consul Marsus.
Make way.
Consul.
Rufus! Ready for the Blues
to get their horses kicked today?
(LAUGHTER)
Scorpus and Incitatus beat the Whites
three times in a row.
Our money is on Xenon.
-Xenon! Xenon! Xenon! -Scorpus can beat Xenon anytime.
-Any day. -Let's see about that.
-PROPHETESS: Do you have it? -Yeah.
From the mane of Incitatus.
With such as this,
I will see everything.
-You wish to know the victor? -No.
The round in which he takes the lead.
Impossible for any other,
but for me, with this,
Fortuna will show me all.
Fortuna smiles.
This horse will win,
taking the lead on the second
to the last round.
Are you certain?
Do not insult me.
Or I curse you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
BOOKIE: Next.
Who's next?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Yes.
All on White.
Here, all on White.
Move. Next.
Piss off, Rufus.
Come back when you have the money you owe me.
I want to place a bet.
No more credit.
Consider yourself lucky I haven't slit your throat
yet.
I have something of great value to wager.
500 shares of the Blue Faction.
(SILENCE, FAINT GASP)
-Your wife's shares? -They're not hers.
She's my wife, which makes them mine.
Very big bet.
You could break me.
Scorpus in the Blues to win.
Four to one.
Big. Much bigger.
Scorpus to pull to the front on the second-to-last round,
and win the race.
You want to make a round bet?
Do you know something I don't?
Will you take the bet?
If not, I go elsewhere.
Eight to one.
8,000 sesterces per share.
Done.
Scorpus to take the lead in the final round.
Do you understand? Go.
MAN: 35 on White.
(FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)
I'm tight. Two sesterces.
One sesterces.
And I'm tighter than her.
Three sesterces and I'm tighter than both of them.
Hi.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
Domitian's fuck toy is betting an enormous amount
on you to win.
(EXHALES)
Stop playing.
Eat.
(CROWD CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
This was somewhat unexpected.
-I barely had time to dress. -So I'm told.
Perhaps a little more discretion as it diminishes my dignitas.
May I remind you, my love,
that a good measure of your dignitas
is derived from my family name.
Let us not forget that.
Difficult, given your frequent reminders.
Consul. Antonia.
May the gods favor us again.
Oh, I expect they will.
Antonia, how would you judge Scorpus' driving skills of late?
He knows how to treat a thoroughbred.
(CROWD CHANTING)
DOMITIAN: Uh, wait, Father.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Now.
(EPIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALL CHEERING)
(CROWD ERUPTS)
Listen to them.
So soon after calling for our blood.
Consul Marsus has a viper's smile.
VESPASIAN: Yeah.
Friends close, enemies closer.
-Pretenders closer still. -(CHUCKLES)
(TRUMPETS BLOWING)
Citizens of Rome!
I present to you, the contestants!
(ALL CHEERING)
Four factions.
Eight chariots and eight drivers
drive or die
towards victory!
The Green seeking a win after loss,
-after loss, after loss! -(LAUGHTER)
The laughter diminishes us.
But there's Estasius and Avitas.
And the Reds, is it painted red,
or is it blood from the last-seen shipwreck?
No. (CHUCKLES) That was wine.
(LAUGHTER)
In the White Faction,
with Xenon, the wide-sleeved driver...
Xenon! Xenon! Xenon!
...the Adonis of the Esponine.
And wiping up the rear, the Blues with Kirko
and The Great Scorpus!
-(CROWD CHEERING) -Let's go!
With his speed horse, alighted here from Olympus,
-the great Incitatus. -(WHINNIES)
(SNORTS)
Rise or die!
(TRUMPETS BLOWING)
(PARSUS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
-(HORSE WHINNIES) -Whoa.
At least you can say you raced against The Great Scorpus.
(CHUCKLES)
(SNORTS, NEIGHS)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Chariots, ready?
(CLANGING)
The race is on.
Betting's closed.
(ALL CHEERING)
Hyah!
(HORSES NEIGH)
(BELL DINGS)
-Did you see that? -He's gonna destroy the vital White cart.
It'll take more than that.
Come on!
(CHEERING)
-(BELL DINGS) -Here it comes.
Hyah!
-(LOUD SNAP) -(TIRES SCREECHING)
Oh!
(SCREAMING)
(HORSES NEIGHING)
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
-Wreck. -BOTH: Ship.
(CROWD CHANTING) Wreck! Ship! Wreck! Ship! Wreck!
-What did I miss? -Not much.
(BELL DINGS)
MEDIC: Quick, check the pulley!
(GRUNTS)
Clear the base first!
WOMAN: One ticket, please.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
(CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING)
General Titus.
(BELL DINGS)
MEDIC: Go, go, go!
Off the track!
Go, go, go!
Dear God! What are you doing?
(GASPS)
(MAN GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
Scorpus, now! Second-to-last round!
-Father. -They were at our gate
calling for our blood.
-Let me explain. -Not now.
Pleased to see you, brother. You missed the fun this morning.
Yes, well, I would have taken care of the mob.
You can't solve every problem with your sword.
They needed food for their guts.
-Not gutting. -It's arriving.
-It's there tomorrow. -So you keep telling us.
Better I entertain them
than your legionnaires kill them.
Be quiet,
now.
-Scorpus, now! Now! -WOMAN: Scorpus!
(REINS STRETCHING)
SCORPUS: Easy. Easy.
Now!
Look at his two center horses.
They're barely pulling.
Oh, Scorpus is last again,
and for one of his come-from-behind victories.
Maybe not this time.
(BELL DINGS)
Hyah!
Incitatus...
-Now, Incitatus, now! -(WHIP LASHING)
(HORSES NEIGHING)
Hey!
You never tire of the artifice.
The artifice is what makes it entertaining
and profitable.
Well, I prefer the clarity of the battlefield.
You think Rome isn't a battlefield?
No, no, it's a... It's a battlefield, perhaps,
but one without clarity.
-Which makes it all the more interesting. -Enough.
Go, Scorpus, go!
Incitatus, more. More.
More.
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
(CHUCKLES) Whoo!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Come on!
Show that son of a bitch what you're made of!
Come on, faster!
-(KISSES) -Ah!
(EXCLAIMING) Yeah!
Yes!
(CHEERING)
-Fucking Scorpus. -God!
Fucking Scorpus.
(WHEEZING, CHUCKLES)
Our boy, never fails to disappoint, eh?
Never.
-Father. -No.
-Father, let me explain. -Later.
Remember, praise in public.
Discipline in private.
(CROWD CHANTING) Scorpus! Scorpus!
You lost today.
Only money. Quite a lot, in fact,
but I won something far more important.
I weakened my brother in my father's eyes.
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
-Hello. -WOMAN: Hi.
-Are you free? -Of course.
(ALL CHANTING) Scorpus! Scorpus! Scorpus!
Give me Rufus's shares in the Blue Faction.
Our patience has paid off.
-Give me a moment. -Yes, Scorpus.
(BREATH TREMBLING)
Rest,
in the arms of Elegabal, my friend.
You just got lucky.
Luck is part of the game.
Kirko is dead and another victory for me.
Shall I laugh or cry?
-Get my wine. -Yes, Scorpus.
TENAX: Let's leave the mourning to others.
We should celebrate.
What is that?
Wealth, position, power,
and respect.
All in that?
500 shares of the Blue Faction.
Ah, here we go... (CHUCKLES) again.
A new faction owned by a lowly, plebeian slumlord criminal.
-No offense. -None taken.
And a gifted drunken driver,
who has wealth and respect,
and doesn't give a shit about power or position.
No offense, none taken.
Don't you see what this means?
I sell these to the highest bidder
and we have enough to start our own faction.
Four factions have existed for hundreds of years.
Patricians own them. Not the likes of you and me.
In these days,
anything can happen.
Men rise.
Our emperor is from a family of mule breeders.
One day, even plebeians like us might rule this city.
No, of course.
And, uh, I will become a god.
No, Scorpus needs a drink.
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
Your brother did well today, you did not.
To make sure our citizens do not starve to death,
or rise up and cut our throats,
your responsibility is to ensure our grain supply.
Storms, or no storms.
I cannot control the winds or the tides.
Then you should make allowances for them, should you not?
Yes?
You neglect your duty
for that Judean Queen who sleeps in your bed.
I told you to send her away, but she still sleeps in your bed.
I wonder why.
Here, let me take your horse.
MAN: My queen.
It was reckless coming here.
Our enemies think she has too much influence on you,
and I think the same.
I defeated the Judeans,
brought her and 80,000 of her people to Rome
to build our arena.
Having her in my bed is not a mark of her influence,
it's a mark of their defeat and submission.
Do they still overwork the children?
It is better since you interceded.
And the food allotment?
Still insufficient.
The Romans themselves don't have enough.
We get what's left of very little.
You would justify our deprivation.
No, I only seek to explain it.
And what does your Roman general think
about our deprivation?
VESPASIAN: In either case, you disobeyed me.
Well, when I am emperor,
I will have to make my own decisions.
Not when, if!
If.
Soon I shall cross the River Styx
to the Kingdom of Darkness,
and before I do, I have a decision to make.
Julius Caesar
had such a choice,
and he chose Octavian, the young politician,
over Mark Antony, the soldier.
And the result was this,
our empire.
Now, I would rather choose the soldier,
but I will choose
whoever I believe will be best for Rome.
Do you understand me?
Good. And send the Judean woman away.
I will consider it.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
My queen, quickly. We must leave.
Titus is on his way.
(CROWD MUMBLING)
(ANIMAL SOUNDS)
MAN: Come on. Come on.
Hurry. Hurry.
This is it?
(EXCLAIMS IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)
(LION GROWLS)
It's fine, it's fine. It's going to be...
It's going to be fine.
My sisters.
(IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)
-Kwame! -What are you doing here?
-It's my fault. -No, it's mine.
-I killed a Roman legionary. -She was protecting me.
(IN ENGLISH) Quickly, this way.
You there! Quick! Catch him! Hey, soldier.
(GRUNTING)
-No, stop it! -Come on.
-What's going on? -This is a mistake, sir.
They are my sisters.
She was protecting the little one.
This is most unjust.
I hunt for you.
I serve you Romans.
Bring him as well.
No, no, no!
(STRUGGLING, SCREAMS)
WOMAN: Forgive me, please. The queen is indisposed.
-Indisposed? -Yes.
(BANGING)
BERENICE: (SIGHS) Is there something?
I wanted to look my best for you.
Leave us.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I am too long a commander
for bristled orders, even from an emperor.
And what orders did he have for you?
He told me to send you away.
He says you diminish my dignitas,
and that of the family.
He would do better to grant his son and heir
the right to make his own decisions.
Myself...
or Domitian.
He threatened to choose Domitian?
Not in so many words, but...
Then you must send me away.
No.
Your father sits astride the world
and your brother whispers in his ear.
If they seek to cut off your balls,
I will not be the one to hand them the knife.
Send me away.
MAN: To the mines.
(DRUM MUSIC PLAYING)
Those for the tin mines.
Those two for the arena.
MAN 2: Quick. This way.
I need more of those, fighters.
Gladiators, strong men.
This new arena they built in Rome,
a river of blood for them, an ocean of money for us.
MAN: (EXCLAIMS) To the mines.
-Jula. -Mother.
MAN: To the tin mines.
Son, tell me this is a terrible mistake.
-I'm sorry, Mother. -How did this happen?
Don't they know you work for them?
I tried to free my sisters.
-You foolish, foolish boy. -MAN: To the mines.
Maybe there is one way.
That man is sorting out
who will be taken to Rome as gladiators
and who will be sent to the tin mines of Crete.
What is the tin mines?
A death sentence.
Show them you can fight.
And pray to Apedemak.
Those men are giants.
I've seen what you can do.
Let a lion's heart roar in your chest.
Show them or die trying.
What of Jula and Aura?
Your sisters as well.
-You must all go to Rome. -How?
-SOLDIER: Woman, out! -Fight.
-You are stronger than you know. -MAN: To the mines.
Too short and too small. To the mines.
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
MAN: Let them fight.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
-(SCREAMS) -Stop!
I've seen enough.
You seek the arena, do you?
-Bring him. -Only if my sisters come as well.
(LAUGHS) A slave who makes demands.
(LAUGHTER)
Just bring him.
Then I will slit my own throat
the moment I am given a weapon.
Show me your sisters.
Ah.
They will fetch a good price from some old lecher in Rome.
Bring them as well.
Come.
(IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)
-Go home. Tend my business. -What are you going to do?
Slaves can be bought.
And they can be bought back.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CLOSING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)