VESPASIAN: Previously on Those About to Die...
(GRUNTS)
FARID: (IN ENGLISH) You seek the arena, do you?
-Come. -FONSOA: Just looking to sell our Andalusians.
I'll speak to Fimbria after the race.
VESPASIAN: Your brother did well today, you did not.
You neglect your duty
for that Judean queen who sleeps in your bed.
-Your wife's shares? -SCORPUS: What is that?
TENAX: Wealth, position, power.
500 shares of the Blue Faction.
SCORPUS: Why did Kirko's chariot fell apart?
-(MAN YELLING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOOR OPENS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR UNLOCKING)
TENAX: You can leave.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR)
By the Gods...
What are you doing?
What do you want?
-What's this? -One cotter pin, cut halfway through.
My racing partner is dead.
And I would be if I hadn't switched rigs.
Is this one of your fixes?
Scorpus loses, you collect big.
I break a few bones or my neck, to make it look real.
No, of course it's not.
I told you, I have much bigger plans for the both of us
than a few more rigged races.
Then find out who sabotaged my rig,
and kill them.
Oh...
Nice.
Looks just like my horse, Incitatus. (CHUCKLES)
Go. And take your winnings from today.
Don't take me for granted.
I don't.
(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
-(HORSE WHINNIES) -(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Yes. Good boy.
How do you know Andalusians?
I drove them. A long time ago.
You raced?
Well, there are no horses out there to equal our Andalusians.
How are they?
Sorna and Sista got their legs cut from the debris.
We'll have to rest them for a week.
Andalusians, huh?
-Yes. -Huh.
Gavros has a high opinion of Andalusians, I think they're pigs.
They're faster than your Bays, sturdier, and more nimble.
If they're pigs, what does that make your Bays?
Listen to the boy. Who does he remind you of?
I was thinking me, but now...
I'm thinking you.
Tomorrow afternoon,
I'll take a look at your Andalusians.
Gavros!
Your brother has a way with words.
Your running your horse for Scorpus tomorrow afternoon.
Well done, little brother.
Imagine our horse is running for the Blues in Rome.
Where do you stay?
I know a place. Follow me.
(LAUGHS EXCITEDLY)
One of Tenax's.
This one has fewer vermin than the others.
Who's Tenax?
You'll find out soon enough.
ELIA: Thank you, Gavros.
LANDLADY: Nine sesterces a month.
Each.
I only have two.
What did you spend it on?
You've already spent enough time in a bed, Fonsoa.
Now, you get the floor.
(CHUCKLES)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNORING)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
-(STARTLED GASP) -(GRUNTS)
What's happening?
-GIRL: Papa! -No, no, please!
(SHUSHING)
(LENTULLUS BREATHING HEAVILY)
TENAX: Who told you to do this?
I didn't do it. Tenax, please. Believe me.
So you're more afraid of whoever it was than you are of me.
No, please, please. I know nothing about this.
(WINCES) Believe me, please...
You disappoint me.
-No! No, no, no! -GIRL: I know who!
He had red hair and he was in the shop.
He said it was a surprise for you, Papa.
Said it was a secret.
TENAX: Lucky you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(MEN LAUGHING) -LUCIUS: Yes!
It's your day, yeah?
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER SUBSIDES)
TENAX: You're new to Rome, yes?
Who are you?
I'm Tenax.
Ask around.
People will suggest you be polite to me.
What do you want?
The way things work around here is that
before you fuck with a chariot race,
you ask me nicely.
And if you want to do it in a way that might kill
the most valuable charioteer in Rome
who happens to be my friend,
then I'd say no.
And I'd cut off your balls.
Your name again?
Tenax.
I heard of you.
You're very powerful in your little world.
The person who hired me
is from a much, much bigger world.
(ALL CHUCKLING)
Perhaps this person will protect you.
We'll see.
(LAUGHS)
-(SPITS) -MAN: Come on, Lucius.
NORO: He didn't even stand up.
DACIA: You should have killed him.
TENAX: I will.
First, I have to deal with the one who hired him.
NORO: How do we find out who it was?
TENAX: He just told me.
(ANIMAL HOWLING)
I will not send you away.
But you must.
I'll be Emperor soon.
No one will challenge me.
If your brother takes the curule chair, what then of me and my people?
Nothing would delight him more than
filling his arena with our blood.
It's not his.
It's Rome's.
It's mine.
Stay here.
In Rome.
(KNOCKING)
(SIGHS)
You two, out.
(GROANS) Did you kill the little shit who tried to kill me?
Not exactly.
It was Domitian who ordered your chariot sabotaged.
Domitian?
Why would he want me dead?
He just needed some money, so he...
nudged the odds a bit.
Why would Domitian need money?
His family rule the fucking world.
Yes and no.
His father keeps him on a tight leash.
Remember, he is the lesser of the two sons.
He has to tread very carefully with his father.
He owes millions to betting taverns all over Rome.
Which tell us just how desperate he's become.
It's good news, really.
This is the final piece of the puzzle we need
to get our faction.
What? How?
Well...
in you, we have the best driver in history.
-Agreed. -And when I sell the shares in the Blue,
we'll have enough to fund our own faction.
Then, all we need is permission
from the Aedile Ludi,
Master of the Games, who happens to be?
The noble, but skint
Domitian, son of the Emperor.
(LAUGHS) Yes!
That's what happens to slaves
when they don't accept their fate.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
FARID: Take them.
-No! -Kwame.
Look at me. Be strong.
(WHISPERS) Be strong.
-Be strong. -Help!
KWAME: Aura, look after her!
(JULA SOBS)
JULA: Kwame! No! (CRIES) No!
No!
(LIONESS GROWLING)
Ah, Farid.
What do you have for me?
Feast your eyes.
-(GROWLING) -CARPO: By the Gods.
I've heard of such beasts, but thought they were imaginary.
FARID: Oh, he's real. And you're going to pay real money for him.
He killed two men in the taking,
and ripped apart another during the transport.
CARPO: (CHUCKLES) Well, I'm done for.
-(SNARLING) -I like him already.
(ROARS)
Who is he?
FARID: Kwame, his captor.
He fears the beast is protected by demons.
I fear claws and teeth.
Not magic.
You should fear both.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BIRD CHIRPING)
(IN ENGLISH) Four hundred.
Five.
(CRACKING)
(COINS CLINKING)
One moment.
(LAUGHING)
Some Numidian is selling pearls.
Ah.
Newly bought slaves, where would they be taken?
Salam.
(CHUCKLES)
-(GASPS) -(SHUSHING)
(IN ENGLISH) How many pearls do you have?
And the money you got from the one you sold?
(CHUCKLES)
What else might she have?
-(GRUNTS) -Can't you see?
(GRUNTING)
Psst! Go!
(GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(CHUCKLES)
(GROANS)
And to think my brother were to throw him from the Tarpeian Rock.
(GRUNTS)
DOMITIAN: What a waste that would have been.
-Flamma. -Flavius Domitianus.
Are they still feeding you well?
Yes.
-Women? -My pick.
On the Kalends and the Ides of each month.
DOMITIAN: (CHUCKLES) Good.
New arrivals.
Good.
Too light. Even for Retiarius.
I've seen him fight.
He's fast.
He's said to have killed a lion with his bare hands.
(SCOFFS)
DOMITIAN: With his bare hands?
I'd like to see what you can do.
Put him with this one.
ATTICUS: Viggo.
(LOCK CLICKING)
ATTICUS: Medium tether.
(GRUNTING)
(YELLS)
(LAUGHS)
(GROWLS)
(GRUNTS)
(ROARS)
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
VIGGO: He's not allowed to do that.
DOMITIAN: A gladius.
(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
-(SCREAMS) -DOMITIAN: Stop!
Stop.
Forgive me, Flavius Domitianus.
Viggo has a following.
Isn't it perhaps better to let Flamma kill him before a crowd?
DOMITIAN: Very well.
A lion. Without a weapon.
A lie, of course. But a bold one.
North Africa, filled with filthy vermin and dogs,
pacified by my august father.
But, thankfully, not pacified too much.
So, tell me.
What could you kill with you bare hands?
-(GRUNTS) -Restrain!
Buy him. We'll make a good show of his death.
With me.
Where is he?
Don't worry. He'll be here.
Here he comes.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
They're small for Andalusians.
It is not their size that makes horses fast.
And no whip. They run better without it.
-(HORSE NEIGHS) -(URGING HORSES)
Yah!
Hut, hut, hut.
Whoa.
They're fast.
Whoo. (CHUCKLES)
Yah!
-Yes, here, you... -Hey!
Have you thought about my offer?
Yes, I have.
(SIGHS) Twenty-thousand sesterces for the ten,
but the three of you stay on as stable hands
to get the most out of them.
-We accept. -Both offers.
The hell we do. We agreed to go back.
Elia, look around.
-Do you really want to go back? -Yes.
FONSOA: We're at Circus Maximus and this is Scorpus.
He's trying to buy your horses and hire us.
Exactly. He wants to trap us in this sewer of a city.
Twenty thousand sesterces.
I will take the money.
But we agreed to sell the horses and go back.
We could really be someone here.
Make a name for ourselves.
Horses, as many as you want.
I have all the horses I want back in Baetica.
SCORPUS: Boys.
Scorpus is waiting.
Yes.
We vote.
I'm in.
Yes.
I am not voting. I'm leaving.
Elia!
He'll come around.
We have a deal.
The little shit stays as well, yes?
Yes.
I have just driven the fastest horses in my life.
Are you sure?
They fly on the wings of Pegasus.
So I bought them.
Well, with your money.
-So you're in? -Of course I'm in.
(SIGHS) I've always been in.
(DINGING)
What do you want?
Isn't it normal for Scorpus to buy horses?
With your money, yes.
This was on his own.
Do you think Scorpus is leaving us for another faction?
He's up to something.
Consul. There is a man here requesting an audience.
Tenax, a plebeian.
No, of course not.
Send him to one of my clients.
He is very insistent.
He says he has something to offer you regarding the Blue Faction.
Five hundred shares of the Blue Faction.
How did you get these?
A gambling debt.
Why did you come to me with them?
Because these shares will make you lead owner of the Blue Faction again.
Meaning, you'll pay more for them than anyone else.
-Perhaps. -For certain.
The Blue Faction was prosperous when you were lead owner.
It's no secret that Caltonia married old Linius
because of their combined shares.
And then, he died, and she remained lead owner.
And it's no secret that you want that position back.
700,000 sesterces.
-That's absurd. -800,000 sesterces.
This is an insulting way to bargain. Be off.
As you wish.
I assume Caltonia will want to permanently solidify her position as
lead owner.
Stop.
Five hundred thousand.
Nine.
Fine.
Nine hundred thousand.
But we tell the world it was five.
As you wish.
Enjoy your revenge, Consul.
Vile man.
Why did he sell to us and not to her?
Because he correctly measured my hatred of Caltonia
with my desire to be lead owner.
(LAUGHS) What a face she'll make when she learns of this.
DOMITIAN: Beautiful, isn't it?
Beyond.
If these Judeans waged war with the same facility they have to build,
we never would have defeated them.
Flavius Domitianus.
Thank you for agreeing to see me.
You can thank Scorpus for that.
Please tell me you're not here to ask for what I owe you.
No.
No, I've long since come to realize
that taking bets from the Imperial family
is no more than a form of taxation.
Good.
Speak.
This conversation should be held under four eyes.
Go.
Look, I don't care about what you owe me.
I don't care that you tried to rig
the race yesterday, at all.
It just tells me one thing.
You need money.
Lots of money.
You play a dangerous game here.
As do you.
The grain supply.
Food riots. Ambition.
They're all dangerous.
I don't know whether I should listen to you
or simply have you killed.
You could do both.
Why not listen to what I have to say first?
-Very well. -Like you, I'm an ambitious man.
My partner, the great charioteer, Scorpus, and I
wish to form a new racing faction.
He would break away from the Blue?
After everything they've done for him?
He's ambitious.
Same as me, same as you.
I'm enjoying this. Continue.
Scorpus and I have the money to start a new faction,
and we've recently acquired some horses, astonishing horses,
that will ensure victories.
All we need now is Imperial permission
from you as Aedile Ludi to race them at the Circus Maximus.
And how would this benefit me?
A river of money.
Half ownership in secret and all that it will yield.
Victory purses, gate percentage.
Seat fees, stud fees, betting proceeds,
as well as the value of the shares themselves.
These "astonishing horses"?
Andalusians. With, in the words of Scorpus,
"The wings of Pegasus."
With Scorpus driving them, we'll never lose.
Unless, of course,
the odds make losing more profitable.
And one other thing.
I'd like to formally become your client,
in order to better serve your interests.
My client.
That is a big step.
The responsibility goes both ways.
Up and down.
I'll consider it.
And your other offer as well.
Leave now.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(MEN LAUGHING)
LUCIUS: Brothers!
Gotta take a piss.
Ah! See if you gotta go after I'm done. (LAUGHS)
(WOMAN GIGGLES)
(URINATING)
(GASPS)
My pearls, or I cut it off.
I only have one left. I swear.
I used the rest to pay debts.
That's all that's left.
On the ground.
(GRUNTS)
(THUDS)
Elia, how many times do I have to say it?
It's not forever. We'll all go back together soon.
When, exactly?
After you're grooms instead of stable hands?
After you start driving?
Give it a chance. One fortnight, then decide.
No.
You've lied to me. Both of you.
You never intended to go home, did you?
Take good care of Ferox. Barley in the summer,
and don't forget to take him to the pasture.
-Water brushes only, never oil. -(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Carrots for his teeth.
Elia. Come.
Quickly, come!
Ferox.
(LABORED BREATHING)
(NEIGHS SOFTLY)
Come closer.
Yes, it is that time.
Since Caesar Augustus, no emperor
has been succeeded by a true son.
They've all been followed by adopted sons
or by usurpers. Until now, until me.
Huh.
Look at the two of you.
Both more than capable of taking my place.
Titus, the soldier, like myself,
with a string of victories.
And Domitian, our politician of insight and subtlety,
so adept at handling the Senate in our absence
and helping me secure the curule chair.
It is a difficult choice.
But nothing, nothing is more important
than protecting our beloved Rome.
Our foreign enemies are dangerous,
and our enemies here in Rome itself are also dangerous.
Ready to sacrifice this city on the altar of their ambition.
But of the two,
our foreign enemies,
the Parthians, the Gauls, the Britons, the Huns,
they are the greater danger.
Therefore,
a soldier must sit on the curule chair.
Titus, you will be Emperor.
Domitian?
I will serve my brother in every way I can.
That is good.
DOMITIAN: Door!
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Do you strike now?
Against Titus' legions?
His riches and the loyalty of the Praetorian Guards?
No. Let Titus believe he's won.
I will fight him with the weapons I've been granted.
No, no, no. I must look like
Alexander the Great, not a street whore.
I need something much more dramatic for my grand entrance.
Scorpus the Great.
Driver of his own faction. Yes?
TENAX: Out!
Hmm?
Is this what you call discreet?
Word will get out once we get Domitian's approval.
If we get approval.
Come, he's meeting us at the stables
to look at the Andalusians.
-Fuck! -Gavros went to go get a physician.
-My lord. -My lord.
Why didn't someone tell me?
Domitian, he's here. Outside.
As I said, fuck!
All right, I'll divert him.
Close the curtains. Go, close them.
Come on.
Come, help me.
Here.
Flavius Domitianus.
Where are these horses with the wings of Pegasus?
First, how about some food, or wine, perhaps?
No.
Girls, or maybe boys?
I was thinking, the stables don't show them at their best.
You should see them on the track,
-running, perhaps tomorrow? -Tenax!
I have no time for this. Where are they?
I know horses well enough to see them running or stabled.
My lord.
Flavius Domitianus, you honor us.
Scorpus.
And sober. Impressed already. Is this one of them?
Yes, yes, Ferox. The lead.
Why is he in a sling?
It's a Spanish technique, Your Highness.
We sling them for a day after a long uphill run.
It makes them faster on the flat.
Yes. Yes, I've heard of this technique.
Where are the others?
-FONSOA: At pasture. -(HORSE SNORTS)
Outside.
(WHISPERS) It's okay.
Circus Maximus now has five factions.
Each of you will own one quarter.
My ownership of one half shall remain in the shadows.
-As you wish. -As I command.
Do not disappoint me.
Your Highness.
One more thing.
I've decided to make you one of my clients.
You honor me.
Till my death, I will serve your interests.
And should it suit me, I may protect yours.
With me.
-(HORSE GRUNTS) -(PHYSICIAN SHUSHING)
Augendus, the best there is.
He was once veterinarius for the Greens.
You were right, Gavros. Most definitely nightshade.
What can you do for them?
Bury them.
I'm not in the mood for jokes.
PHYSICIAN: There's little you can do.
A magnus might say put crows in their stalls for three nights.
And use bells to call out the Orci spirits from their livers.
I'm not going to bet my life on that one. Do what you can.
No one has seen this.
If you tell a single fucking person,
you will die in ways you cannot imagine. Do you understand?
Yes.
Remember, the only person you have to fear
more than Domitian, is me.
We understand, sir. We have seen nothing here.
TENAX: You two.
Andria, Elia, come.
All right, little brother.
You win. This is getting too dangerous.
I say we play along until dark,
and then slip out of the city.
-To go where? -Anywhere, other than here.
-Home. -I'm not going to leave our horses to die.
Now he wants to stay.
We have reared these horses ever since they were foals.
I love them, and I'm not going to leave them behind.
The Emperor's son has seen us.
How far would we get if we run?
We have no option.
We throw in with Scorpus and Tenax.
TENAX: And get guards. I'll send more.
Who did this?
I was about to ask you the same thing.
I told no one.
Except your bloody tailor and who knows who else. Antonia, perhaps?
Domitian has slaves and attendants. They talk.
(SIGHS) It's too late now.
My first year of racing,
the Reds' lead horse was poisoned with nightshade.
Physician Caldus cured it with yellow ash.
Yellow ash is poison. It will kill quicker than cure.
It worked for Caldus.
Can you get him? Where is he?
Pompeii. I'll go.
You go with him. Keep him safe.
Try not to be seen.
SCORPUS: Let's get some fresh horses.
PEOPLE: Scorpus! Scorpus!
-Guards. -Yes, sir.
Tenax. I paid your men already.
-A fortnight ago. -I'm not collecting.
I'm buying. Nightshade.
I don't sell poisons.
Anymore.
I sold all I had.
To whom?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(LAUGHTER)
(GRUNTING AND SCREAMING)
I know that you poisoned my horses. Who hired you?
You are going to kill me anyway.
Why should I tell you?
Don't be so sure I'm going to kill you.
You might be more use to me alive.
Salto there, only he knew.
He spoke to someone in a litter.
-When I was across the square. -Describe the litter.
Fancy. Gold and green stripes, with wooden handles.
Remember my mercy.
Find out who owns that litter.
-TENAX: How many have died? -This is the first.
I have saved the others thus far.
Gavros.
Find other horses to buy.
All the good stock is owned by the factions.
Anything you find will not be as good.
They'll be alive.
No more.
We pack and we'll be ready to leave
as soon as Andria returns.
I've told you. I'm not leaving.
You're a child. You've always been a child.
Andria and I have spoiled you since the moment our mother died giving birth to you.
Fine. Go.
(PANTING)
-(SIGHS) -OTHO: Mother, are you all right?
-Can I help you with that? -Yes, please.
-What do we say? -Thank you.
(TRIUMPHANT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Woola. Woola, get up.
That's the one.
Come on, let's see where it goes.
Make way.
Gold and green stripes. This is definitely the litter.
Go get Tenax.
Yes, of course. For you, I'll rush.
I can have them ready in less than a month.
I don't have a month, I'm sure I have two days.
What about these?
Oh. These are my best work.
-I can build a pair exactly like these for you. -I'll take these.
No, these are Leto's. He ordered them for Xenon.
They're mine now. Repaint them.
(SPLUTTERING) I can't.
We found the litter!
Repaint them.
What color?
(CROWD CLAMORING)
TIONES: Gather round, gather round.
The auction is about to begin.
MAN: Make way there!
(BELL RINGING)
All right.
For our first offering.
Look at this Briton. Not only beautiful,
but she cooks all the wonderful dishes
for which the Britons are so famous.
-(CROWD LAUGHS) -Who'll give me 100 sesterces?
(CROWD BOOING)
Oh come on. Eighty, then.
Excellent. This one's yours.
Step right up and come and get her.
Up next, this workhorse of a girl.
Suitable for either type of ploughing.
Who'll give me 50?
MAN: I'll give you 50.
TIONES: Fifty over here. Come and get the key.
And now, for our main attraction.
A pair of Numidian sisters.
Sold as a set or individually. Any bids?
One hundred.
One-eighty.
Two hundred.
I'm told this one is a virgin.
Untouched by man or beast.
Who'll give me 250?
Now any bids? 400?
MAN 1: Five.
-MAN 2: Six hundred. -MAN 3: Seven hundred.
Eight.
Three thousand sesterces.
(CROWD GASPS)
Sold! For 3,000 sesterces.
MAN: My word.
TIONES: Come and get your goods.
(SOBS)
Mother!
CALA: Have some pity.
-Please. -CALA: I'm sorry.
JULA: Mother! Mother!
And next, her sister.
JULA: Mother!
Perhaps not a virgin, but sturdy and well formed.
Five hundred.
I bid 800.
Sold to Tenax for 500.
No, no, no. I bid 800.
TIONES: Sorry, I didn't hear you.
Here, here, 1,000.
She's already sold.
No. No.
One thousand, I double your bid.
Sorry, the deal is done.
Talia, leave us.
Sit.
I said sit.
After you take me,
sooner or later you will fall asleep.
And when you do, I will slit your throat.
You're going to slit my throat?
(GROANING)
I own you. You are my slave.
I can do whatever I want with you.
(URGENT KNOCKING)
(SIGHS)
You don't give up.
I am her mother.
(SIGHS)
My girl.
Aura, I'm here.
I already told you. She's not for sale.
Everything is for sale at the right price.
Not her.
Why did you buy her?
I need to know things about the person who bought your other daughter.
I see.
You seek to use this daughter
as a go-between to my other daughter to spy on your enemy.
I have an alternative.
I'm listening.
I will be your go-between.
But you don't touch her.
And when this is over, whatever it is,
you allow me to buy her.
At your cost.
(SCOFFS)
No.
When all this is done,
I will consider selling her to you for whatever price I like.
I need lodging.
(CHUCKLES)
I have a room at the back.
You can stay with your daughter for a couple of nights.
My name is Cala.
Are you all right?
Hey, shh! (SHUSHING)
Water, not poison.
You did well against me.
-What do you want? -A deal.
Did you see the big gladiator watching us?
The giant one with the markings on his neck.
-Yes. -He is Flamma.
He's going to kill me.
Pity you.
(SCOFFS) Yes. Pity me.
See, from the time I was a child,
I've always been the biggest, strongest, the fastest.
As a warrior, I have always killed with ease.
Perhaps you'll surprise this Flamma.
No.
He's going to kill me with ease.
He's bigger than me, faster than me, stronger than me,
and he has an endless well of tricks,
any of which can put a sword through my belly.
What is this to me?
The trader, Farid.
He said that you killed a lion without a weapon.
That is a lie I tell the Romans
to get hired for their hunts.
(SCOFFS)
I did once kill a leopard without a weapon.
It was almost full-grown,
and sometimes a leopard can kill a lion.
So that is almost like me killing a lion.
Almost.
Perhaps in that, there is some little thing
I can use against Flamma.
With what you know, which is nothing,
you will not survive one day in the arena.
But if you tell me what you know
about fighting animals bigger and stronger than you,
I can teach you our weapons.
Give you a chance to survive,
and dream of the wooden sword.
The wooden sword?
Freedom.
If a gladiator entertains the crowd well enough,
the crowd can demand he be given the wooden sword.
Which takes him out of this place.
-The worthy ones. -And what is yours?
To free my sisters, and kill Romans.
Pity we can't kill them all.
What of the one who was watching us?
The one with the eyes of a hyena?
Mm. Domitian.
He is the son of the Emperor Vespasian.
-Then he will do. -(CHUCKLES)
What?
You want to start with killing Domitian?
Then that's what we will do.
(CLOSING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)