[At Philippi]
[To Octavian] Watch closely, boy. This is how history is made. Now, let's have some fun! [gives the order to advance]
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[At Philippi]
[To Octavian] Watch closely, boy. This is how history is made. Now, let's have some fun! [gives the order to advance]
What's happening? Do you know?
No idea. On my command, forward!
Where are you going?
When in doubt... ATTACK!
[The cavalry charges with Antony at their head. Agrippa looks after them longingly.]
Go.
Thank you. (to troopers) You two, on me!
[Rides after Antony.]
[Cassius is brought back from the battle line, mortally wounded.]
Cassius? What happened?
Not sure, to be honest. Hell of a birthday...
[As Antony's forces approach, Brutus decides to go down fighting.]
Give my best to my mother. Tell her... tell her something suitable.
[In the aftermath of the Battle of Phillipi]
Breathe deep, boy. The smell of victory.
[disdainful] Smoke, shit and rotting flesh.
Beautiful, isn't it?
[Servilia, kneeling in front of Atia's house, curses Atia, then commits suicide followed by her slave, Eleni.]
...Now that's an exit.
Nobody's a traitor until they are.
From pliant virgins to learned greeks - Rufus has slaves for every budget.
[Regarding Mark Antony's affair with Atia and Octavia's affair with Agrippa]
So what? What if it is true, huh? What are you going to do about it? There is nothing you can do about it.
I shall send my women to their house... [Antony scoffs] ...where they shall remain, in seclusion, under guard until I say otherwise.
I'll do no such thing--!
Silence. [to Antony] You. You shall leave this city.
"Leave this city"?!
You shall go east to your provinces, and you shall not come back.
[scoffs] Or else what, boy?
You shall leave this city or I shall declare that our alliance is broken. I shall have this sad story told in the Forum, I shall have it posted in every city in Italy, and you know the people are not so liberal with their wives as you are. They will say you wear cuckold's horns. They will say your wife betrayed you with a low-born pleb on my staff. You will be a figure of fun. The proles will laugh at you in the street. Your soldiers will mock you behind your back.
[By this point trembling with fury, Antony grabs Octavian's throat to throttle him but hesitates. Octavian does not flinch.]
[whispers] Go on, strike me. See what happens.
[Slowly, Antony releases his grip, and departs.]
Sir your wife instructed me to tell you something.
Oh?
She instructed me to tell you that "you are cowardly scum".
[laughs] She did, did she? And what's your opinion of that?
It's not my place to have an opinion , Sir.
Ah, tell me anyway.
Is that an order?
Yes. That's an order.
You're no coward, but you do have a strong disease in your soul. A disease that will eat away at you, until you die.
Really? Hmm... and what is this disease?
I don't know. I'm not a doctor.
No, no you're not. So how can you be so sure of your diagnosis?
I recognize your symptoms. I have the same sickness.
Do you believe there is an afterlife?
Of course.
Well, there are people who say no. And this is all there is.
Who says that?
Learned men. Greeks, probably.
Greeks?
Mmm.
Greeks talk a whole pile of nonsense.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Antony [examining the knife Cleopatra apparently used to kill herself] No - this won't do. Let's use a proper, Roman sword.
[Vorenus offers his sword, Antony takes it, regards it for a moment then draws it]
It's a damn good sword. [Throws the sheath away, looks around the room] It's a good place to die at any rate. Could've been a ditch in Gaul. Men that knew Alexander ... once stood here.
Good a place as any, I suppose
Lucius Vorenus - iron to the end. Don't you die here with me. You get out while you can.
I'll do that. It's been an honour, serving with you Sir.
Has it? I... I hope so. [positions the tip of the sword above his stomach] Brace it there, eh?
Any instructions or messages, sir?
No. Just... tell the people I died well. I died Roman.
[Discussing Pullo]
Is he a good man?
Define "good".
I was all sweetness and light with her... charm itself.
Yes, that is your most disheartening manner.
[hissing into Octavian's ear] You have a rotten soul. [dies]
What did she say?
She said I had a rotten soul.
Ah. Well, can't argue with that.
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