Pompeii

The Governor wants

these trade routes re-opened.

These rebel Celts need to be dealt with

once and for all.

This entire territory requires

a clear and well-defined message.

Yes, Tribune Corvus.

No!

Kill them.

Kill them all.

Useless!

You've dragged me from a perfectly

adequate brothel for this?

What Caesar saw in this hell hole,

I'll never know.

These Thracians are far too costly to feed.

They're always maiming the guards.

I'm looking for something new, Bellator,

something fresh.

They call him The Celt.

They say his people were horsemen

and that he is the last of them.

Celt! Celt! Celt!

Wasted out here in the provinces,

wouldn't you say, Master?

Make way! Make way!

Off! Off the road! Off!

Off the road!

Make way for your betters!

Move it, scum!

Clear the way there!

Move!

The horse.

Back in line, slave!

The horse is in pain, you ignorant pig!

Stop!

Let him help the horse.

Yes, My Lady.

Easy. Easy, boy.

Put pressure on the top of the leg here, so

he doesn't feel the pain when I move him.

I'm sorry, My Lady. He's a savage.

Get up!

Harness another horse.

Why would the brute do that?

Because it was the kindest thing to do.

Come.

Thank you.

Go on!

A whole year in Rome

and I never saw you look at any man

the way you looked at that slave.

I can't believe he had

the strength to do that.

Didn't you see his muscles?

- That's not what I meant.

- Really?

Please...

Look. There it is.

We're home.

Driver, what is it?

The Vinalia, My Lady.

The streets are blocked.

Drunkards everywhere.

- What?

- Come on.

My Lady?

My Lady!

- We'll meet you back at the villa.

- My Lady!

I remember every statue,

every street corner.

Does it make you miss Rome?

It makes me forget it.

Cassia, it's so good to see you.

But how are you here? We weren't

expecting you until after Vinalia.

I couldn't bear to spend

another day in Rome.

Too many arrogant men

who flatter you with their presence.

It sounds like my baby

is no longer a child.

Father, are you crying?

Tell no one.

Or I'll never haggle a decent price again.

We missed you.

Juno's tit! Is this all your luggage?

What have you done,

purchase the entire city of Rome?

Did you meet anyone there?

- Nobody worth talking about in Pompeii.

- Well, not to worry.

I think your father has informed every

unmarried man in the city of your return.

Oh, no. Really?

Now, come on.

I want to hear everything about Rome.

I've missed you.

Welcome to your new home, savages.

Keep walking!

Stop!

Unlock them.

Feed these animals.

Vi res!

I missed you.

I missed you. Hello.

He's pleased to see you, My Lady.

And I can see he's been in good hands.

Thank you, Felix.

And I'll have Vires ready for you

first thing tomorrow.

- I'll exercise him myself tonight.

- Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Atticus...

I think that's The Celt.

Which Celt?

The Celt.

They say that Celt is faster even than you.

They always say that.

He wants to know your name, Celt.

He wants the name of the man

who killed his brother.

He wants to know my name?

Two wine rations on the big Thracian.

Two wine rations. Done.

Explain.

He did not start it. He was trying to eat.

Bellator!

Your purpose is to care

for these men, is it not?

Having them bite pieces from one another is

of no value if no one is paying to see it.

I'm sorry, Master Graecus.

That one is done.

This one...

Can be repaired.

And the next time, Bellator,

it will be at your cost.

I'll remember you, Celt.

Open the gate!

Close it!

You owe me two wine rations, Celt.

Thirsty? Okay.

What's wrong?

Vi res!

Vi res!

Wake up, scum.

On your feet.

Relax.

If I was going to kill you, Celt...

I would have done it already.

What is your name?

We will have to speak at some point.

No, we don't.

What we have to do

is kill each other at some point.

So my name's my own,

I have no interest in learning yours.

Everyone out!

Move!

You're getting old, Atticus.

Plenty of young flesh out here

just aching to take apart a champion.

When I win in the arena tomorrow,

I'm a free man.

It's Roman law.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

Atticus, my champion,

tomorrow you have the honor

of closing the games.

First,

let us see if I have found an opponent

worthy of you.

Now...

Who's the poor bastard

who has to die for my freedom?

Unlucky, Celt.

Very unlucky.

But I'm going to take it easy on you.

Give you a fighting chance for tomorrow.

You may have earned your reputation, but

not fighting against a gladiator like me.

You made that a little too obvious.

Did I make that too obvious?

Bellator!

Get away!

Get out of the way! Get up, scum!

Back to work!

Why did you save my life?

No gladiator should die

from a blade to the back.

When you die,

the blow will come from the front.

I promise it will be tomorrow.

And it will come from my hand.

Well, I can make you a better promise.

When the time comes,

your death will be quick.

And it will come from my hand.

Don't worry.

Your plan is nothing short of brilliance.

Only a mad man would advise

the Emperor against investing.

Well, let us hope that

the Emperor has not sent us one.

Senator, do forgive us for not being able

to receive you at the harbor.

Severus, you're a busy man.

I understand entirely.

Besides, if I had a wife

as beautiful as yours,

I'd be in no hurry to forsake her company.

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