Caligula: The Ultimate Cut

Germanicus is dead.

Hail, the great-grandfather of Germanicus.

Hail Julius Caesar.

Now a god.

Hail, the grandfather of Germanicus.

Augustus Caesar.

Now a god.

Behold the ashes of Germanicus.

Murdered!

So cruelly taken from us.

The noblest of the Romans

Hail, the father of Germanicus.

Hail, Tiberius Caesar!

Who killed Germanicus?

Emperor of Rome!

Tiberius!

He's going to kill me...

You are safe. You are with me.

He's going to kill us.

Just the way he killed our father, and mother, his brothers.

I am not going to die.

You won't.

You are his heir.

There is no one else.

Yes.

There's Gemellus

and Claudius.

Gemellus is too young.

Claudius is an idiot

and Tiberius is old.

You will be Emperor... soon.

And you will be my queen.

You can't marry your sister.

You can in Egypt.

But we are in Rome.

And you are already promised.

I know,

to Ennia.

Remember,

Macro does command the Praetorian Guard.

It's only a bird.

What's it like with your husband?

What's what like?

He is so fat.

He's disgusting.

He is not.

Just large.

But tiny where it counts.

How do you know?

I saw him in the baths.

Poor, poor Drusilla.

You are vile.

Password?

Justice.

Prince.

Forgive me, Prince.

I'm not interrupting, am I?

Only my dreams.

Pleasant dreams?

News from Capri?

The Emperor commands you to wait upon him.

We sail at first light of day.

What does he want?

A last look at you perhaps.

He is 77.

May he live forever.

How is Ennia?

In love.

In hell then as the poet says.

My wife won't be happy until she sees you in Capri.

Wait outside!

What does this all mean?

Take care of yourself.

Pray to Isis for me.

Nerva, dear friend.

Ten years is a long time for the Emperor to be hidden away.

I would feel a great deal happier if he left for Rome, where he belongs.

Tell me, how is the Emperor?

Old, like me.

I mean, How's his mood?

Like the weather.

The weather is good, today.

Changeable.

I'm told that during the last month,

seven of my colleagues in the Senate have been put to death, for treason.

Nine, to be exact.

And five of them cheated.

They killed themselves.

That wasn't playing fair.

Don't you agree, Nerva?

They were all good men.

If they were good men,

how could their beloved Emperor find them guilty?

You have a gift for logic, Prince.

Caligula!

Great Caesar!

Beloved grandfather.

Do your dance, boy.

My dance?

Yes.

The one you delighted the army with when your father made you

it's mascot.

Come, Little Boots.

I've forgotten it, Lord.

Dance for me.

Delight me.

Dance!!

All right. Come in, all of you.

All right, stop that!

Do you love Me?

Yes, Caesar.

Why do you say such monstrous things about me in Rome?

But I don't, Caesar. Ever!

I hear that you often pray devoutedly for my death.

By heavens, Caesar, I swear I do not.

You do not?

- In public? - Never, Lord.

Remember this,

that I have let you live

until now.

My little fishies love me.

Innocence, you see.

I protect that innocence.

It's all I can do. For it is a foul world.

Out of here!

Nerva's scowling at us.

Nerva, my friend!

Nerva, help me convert this

young barbarian into a Roman Caesar.

There have been three Roman Caesars.

Julius, Augustus and yourself.

Which do you want him to be?

The best.

That would be your father, Augustus.

You see, Caligula, I'm insulted to my face.

Nerva, dear friend.

When I die,

watch out for Macro.

I know he hates me.

Because you are good

because you are wise.

Therefore,

when I am gone,

watch out for Macro.

I have taken my precautions, Caesar.

Heaven help Rome

when I die!

I am old.

You will live forever, Lord.

All my family are dead,

except you and me,

that child, Gemellus, and that boy, Claudius.

All the others struck down by fate.

And it is fate, Little Boots,

that rules us, not any god.

You are a god, Caesar.

No, I'm not!

Not even when I am dead.

Julius Caesar and Augustus Caesar,

they are gods.

So say the Senate, and so the people prefer to believe it.

Those myths are useful.

Little Boots,

look at you.

I am nursing a viper in Rome's bosom.

Wine!

Do you think this boy

has been drinking?

I think he's been drinking, Caesar.

So do I.

- Macro. - Yes Lord?

Give him more wine and waste none.

The laces on your boots,

quick.

And what do they say of me in Rome?

They miss you, Lord.

And they need you.

I have given most of my life to the Roman people.

I fought!

Aren't they lovely?

Yes Lord.

The satyrs are from Iliria.

And... this nymph is from... from where?

From Britain, Lord.

Britain.

Thinking statues!

And they can do as well as think.

Do you like nymphs or satyrs?

I like both.

One needs both,

they keep you healthy.

Rome is a republic, Caligula, and you and I are plain citizens.

More conviction!

Serve the State, Caligula,

although the people in it are wicked beasts..

But they love you, Lord.

No. They hate me. And they fear me...

Which is much better.

There was no choice, you know.

There was no choice.