Caesar Must Die Page #4

Look at him

he's become swollen-headed!

Instead of doing his time seriously.

He's playing the clown.

He despises the world he left below, and

he's reaching for the clouds in the sky.

Give him time.

Give him a crown,

and if the serpent is

still inside the egg,

up there it will hatch,

and intoxicate the whole of Rome.

Caesar must die now.

The ides of March have come.

They are approaching.

Go and meet them.

Move it!

THE CONSPIRACY:

Excuse us if we interrupted your rest.

I couldn't sleep tonight.

- Welcome to all of you.

- Wait here, friends.

I must pass a message to Brutus.

Guys, do you see that?

The storm has passed.

That's the east.

The sun rises over there.

- At least I think so.

- No, you're mistaken.

He's right, those pale stripes

on the clouds precede the dawn.

At this time of year

the sun rises over

there, in the direction

of Capitoline Hill.

The east is over there.

- Do you have a problem with me?

- No, you say your lines well.

But think about these four fools

that are about to kill their leader.

And what do they do?

They debate over where the sun rises.

I'm OK with that.

We're all a bit foolish.

The conspirators too.

And thank goodness for that,

because the character resembles me more.

Let's shake hands, one by one.

We are confirming our pact with an oath.

No, no oaths.

If we are true men,

a look in the eye is enough.

Pain and anger inside our hearts,

the shame of this infamous era,

is enough to risk our lives.

If it's not,

why are we wasting this night.

If we're not ready,

let's go to sleep.

The tyrant will arrange

our lives tomorrow.

Therefore, no oaths.

We'll leave the oaths

to priests, cowards,

the old bootlickers,

the infamous bastards,

the nobodies and all the

tricked and happy cuckolds.

Our task is so great that

no infamy can stop it.

Yes, but who else

will end up like Caesar'?

Metellus is right. Caesar's right hand

man must end up like Caesar.

We all know what Anthony does.

He's a cunning deceiver.

He'll ruin us all.

Same destiny for Anthony and Caesar.

Justice is not a slaughterhouse.

We are the executors of justice,

not butchers.

That's how the people should see us.

We rebelled against the ideas,

against the spirit of Caesar.

This is not a murder,

it's a sacrifice.

If only I could tear

out the tyrant's spirit

without cutting open his chest.

If only...

What is it, Sasa?

You can't remember the lines?

He knows. The character

of Brutus is inside of him

I learned them by heart too,

but it's difficult.

Difficult?

But why'?

Was there no domineering

Caesar's back at our place?

Betrayals, murders...

It seems that he doesn't

want to remember today.

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