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servant for a highborn lady.

Only once a year can their like

be found on the auction blocks of Rome.

They won't be sold separately.

What am I bid?

500 gold pieces.

1,000.

- Don't lose them, Gallio.

- 1500.

- Marcellus, are you my friend or aren't you?

- Not to this extent.

- 2,000.

- The bid stands at 2,000 pieces of gold.

- You bid for yourself?

- No.

Sold for 2500.

Forgive me, Gallio, but I have

decided to give them to the lady Diana.

- But, sire...

- You wouldn't refuse me?

No, sire.

Offered as a gladiator, a Greek.

I guarantee his strength and fighting spirit.

- Buy him.

- 50 gold pieces.

- 50.

- Dog's meat!

There are no more bids. Get on with the sale.

- You bid against me?

- Against Tribune Quintus.

- Be careful, Tribune.

- The Greek is well-qualified, sire.

- He's worth a better price.

- 200 gold pieces.

- 300.

- You want to make a gift of him to me?

No, sire. I want him.

And I bid against Quintus.

- 500.

- 700.

- 800.

- 900.

1,000.

3,000.

The bid is 3,000 pieces of gold.

A little high, but I expected

to spend more on the twins.

You offend me, Tribune.

I think it's time you offend me no more.

Detail! March!

Sold to Tribune Gallio.

A wonderful purchase, sir,

even though you may have to beat him.

- Yes. Unchain him.

- Sir?

- Unchain him.

- But he's a dangerous man.

- Unchain him.

- Yes, sir.

What's your name?

Demetrius, from Corinth.

At the end of the street you'll find

the house of my father, Senator Gallio.

It has a scarlet door.

Report to the steward there.

There are times

when I'm away with Senator Gallio.

In that case, the slave attending

the front door is required to light the lamps.

To be a slave in this household

is an honour.

To be a slave anywhere is to be a dog.

The door. Open it. Remember to bow.

The door. Run, you fool.

- Good evening, Marcipor.

- Good evening, sir.

It's you.

No household duties.

He'll be my personal attendant.

You could have run away. Why didn't you?

I owe you a debt, sir. I pay my debts.

- Not a slave's reason. More like a Roman's.

- A Greek's.

Yes, I know. In the great days of Greece,

we Romans were no more than barbarians.

Have Marcipor show you where I keep

my clothes. I'll change before dinner.

Good evening, Mother. Lucia.

Sorry, Mother, I was outbid for those twins.

- We know, Marcellus.

- Diana was here.

Diana? You should have

kept her till I got home.

Marcellus. She told us that

you and Caligula had a quarrel...

- Don't worry about that.

- Caligula's very angry.

- She takes him too seriously.

- She has to.

- She's going to marry him.

- Did she tell you that?

Mother, look. I think

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