The Last Days of Pompeii

Hail, Gaius.

My dear Lucius. What news from Rome?

Preparations are being made

for the emperor's birthday.

- I'm returning to Rome to see the games

- But we celebrate the birthday too.

Come, Gaius. Miss the games in Rome

for the sake of those in Pompeii?

And why not? There's no finer city

in the whole empire than Pompeii.

Always boasting, you Pompeians.

The beauty of your women,

the trading in your port.

- Even the violence of your earthquakes.

- Stay here. We'll make good our boasts.

What, earthquakes and all?

I hope not. Well, I hope we

shall meet again before you leave.

Halt! Look, your wild man

almost twisted his chain off.

He's dangerous. Do something. Fix it.

The blacksmith can fix it.

Marcus. Marcus, the smith.

- What's wanted?

- Job for you.

Good.

Don't wait for us.

Get them up to the arena.

He's worked on this link

till it's almost broken.

He's a terror.

- Prisoner of war?

- From Scythia.

- I picked him out of a batch of 200.

- For the arena?

Yes, I supply the arena

with slaves and wild beasts.

But he's more of a wild beast.

Beat him, flog him.

Only don't spoil him for the arena.

Beat a man held clown

by four soldiers?

Get him on his feet.

Marcus, what happened?

- Are you hurt?

- No, my sweet.

- Gaius Tanno, I hope you're well.

- Well entertained.

The smith should be in the arena.

Did you ever consider

fighting in the arena?

No.

I'm a man of peace.

- For a peace lover, you're a handy fighter.

- That's different.

I can fight if I have to.

But I couldn't fight a man

who'd never harmed me.

You could make money.

Not that way.

I have enough money.

Well, of course.

If you're a rich man,

a few coppers wouldn't interest you.

This is for your work...

...and this is for saving my life.

Just about what the job is worth.

A man in chains...

...going to his death like a caged animal.

Makes a man count his blessings, Julia.

Smith, you interest me.

You said you had enough money.

I never heard anyone say that before.

I have a wife who loves me

and a baby son.

I work hard, eat hearty and sleep sound.

What more could I have?

You remind me of an acrobat

in the arena...

...walking on a rope

stretched high in the air.

- Walking on a rope?

- Yes.

A rope no wider than my thumb.

- I'm not walking on a rope.

- Oh, yes, you are. Every poor man is.

You think you're balanced nicely,

but only money can make you safe.

Some little unexpected thing,

and you're clown.

Smashed.

What does your wife think

of your ideas?

A woman is always ambitious

for her son.

I hope he will grow up

to be exactly like his father.

Idyllic, but impractical.

Here, buy something

for the young blacksmith.

Marcus, a silver piece.

What shall we do with it?

- Let's go to the marketplace.

- Don't you think we ought to save it?

The taxgatherer is coming

in a few days.

I have the money put aside for him.

Oh, this is a windfall.

Let's have a holiday.

We'll take the baby

to see the puppet show.

Oh, Marcus, he's only 6 months old.

Well, he might like the puppets

very much.

- How can you tell?

- I can tell you'd like them very much.

My sweet, the richest man in the world

can't have more than I have...

...here between my hands.

That's a very pretty picture.

Good morning, neighbour.

We've just declared a holiday.

- Gaius Tanno gave us a silver piece.

- Gaius, the rich man?

He's the first noble I ever spoke to.

- Get ready, Julia.

- I'm ready.

- What about the forge?

- If anyone comes...

...tell them Marcus is too rich

to work today.

Julia, how would you like

to have some of that silk?

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