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When you want to poop,

make your own empire. Lie down.

Let's return to antiquity,

that would be progress.

- A fire!

- What? - All of Rome!

Light of Helios!

Don't you know that was my order?

- Beard of copper! Why did you do this?

- Because Rome is mine!

But what about my savings!

Save my savings!

But I am not the fire brigade.

Wait! I must make a call.

Speaking? Speaking! Of course!

If I am speaking you must be listening.

You're receiving me? Oh! What reception!

Ha ha ha. No, Miss, connect

me to the station...

No, no! The fire station.

Huh? Right now?

All right, go ahead.

- What is it?

- They're coming.

- This is it?

- No, but they're coming.

Already coming.

Oh! I admire your diligence.

Yes, I'm speaking with the fire

fighters, you fine fighters!

Yes, it's burning! This is Mr.

Nero, from the Palatine, yes!

What is burning? A fire, of course!

Do not forget, huh?

Make a knot in your the handkerchief,

tell your friends when they arrive!

Huh? No! No!

- You're lying! Intentionally! No!

- What is it?

- Tell me it's not true!

It's not true! - What?! - No!

He says a firefighter came

and left an umbrella, look...

Huh? But no! These

are burning matters!

Man:
Death to the arsonist!

All (together):
To death!

- (in dialect of Rome) They fight!

- But no, it's there. It's the people!

What... What does this

vile multitude want?

Mamma Mia! Mamma Mia!

- We want your blood!

- Take Butter's blood!

Butter, lend me your blood, come!

See? When you need it most,

the butter melts away.

Tigellinus, would you burn for me?

Do you not fear my death will

make the praetorians revolt?

Man:
Death to the mother-killer!

All (together):
To death!

Death to the mother-killer?

I am an orphan!

- Caesar, why do you not flee?

- Enough.

The public must forgive me

this professional flirting.

At times like this,

the actor disappears,...

...and vanity takes over, the vanity

of technical theater and cinema.

These internal choruses

I seem to have done well, right?

But the public did not take them.

I will repeat them.

Do it again.

Man:
Death to the mother-killer!

All (together):
To death!

For what I pay them, they do miracles.

I'll make them do it a dozen times.

- Caesar.

- What is it?

- (in dialect of Rome) They want to kill you.

- But why?

- To make you pay for starting the fire!

- But why? Who told you that?

- They told me so.

- They will make me pay? - Yes.

But no! I am insured against fire!

Talk to the people!

Wait, I'll talk to the people.

How exciting, addressing the crowd!

No! Those guys want money!

Ah! Wait!

What an idea! The people are mine!

I hold them in my hand!

- 3!

All:
6!

- 7!

8!

- 4!

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