Domina

Our family fought to establish the Republic,

but now, I think we'll have to fight again to keep it.

But, to restore the Republic,

we first have to destroy it.

The Republic was corrupt and lazy.

We can achieve so much more.

I want to be a god.

Today I ask you to make burning pains

in the womb of Livia Drusilla.

Let the baby of Gaius Julius in the womb of Livia Drusilla

die in writhing agony.

May I ask a favor?

The boys. You want me to adopt them.

Just look out for them.

Power must go to someone

who would give it back to the Senate.

You're not talking about me, are you?

I'm talking about Drusus.

Gaius Julius Silanus tells me that two nights ago,

you broke into his house to debauch a slave girl.

It was his daughter I was debauching.

Drusus!

I put you where you are,

and Livia kept you there!

Shame on you to get rid of her the minute she's no use!

How long have you known? Does my father know?

Of course not. Julius would never see you or Rome again.

There are rules, even for people like us.

I'm going to now adopt Marcellus

as my son and heir.

Thank you, Father.

Clarify his position to the Senate publicly.

I agree.

Well, I don't think that Gaius needs our approval.

This isn't about protecting the boys.

This is about power.

Marcellus has to go first.

He can never take power, never.

Marcellus.

No, Marcellus!

Marcellus, no, no, no, no, no.

Gaius, I have something terrible to tell you.

It's about Livia and Marcellus and Antigone and Tycho.

They killed my son.

We have to destroy her.

Do you think I killed him?

Means, motive, and opportunity, Livia.

You had all three.

Julia, you're out of mourning for Marcellus,

so obviously it's time for your next marriage.

And I can think of nobody better

than my brother, Marcus Agrippa.

Neither can I.

Marcella, you'll marry Iullus.

While I live,

Antigone will never be sent away from this house.

I will never forget you.

I'm Livia Drusilla of the Claudi.

I don't break my word, and I don't run.

I love you, Livia Drusilla.

I love you, too.

Fuck.

We made it.

I just want a bath.

About that...

It won't take long.

You want to know what's really going on?

You go to a whorehouse.

We've been away a long time.

You get things you don't get from official dispatches.

I just wanna know what the people are thinking.

Well, I don't care what the fuck they're thinking.

I just want a bath.

Just a quick drink. No one will recognize us.

You're always telling me to listen to the people.

Great.

Hey, you.

If you want to pimp your woman in here,

you have to pay the house.

You can have me for six asses,

in a private room, any way you want.

And there's boys, of course.

Just some wine, and something to eat.

There's nothing to eat here, you ass!

There's a famine. Where have you been?

There's no bread anywhere. The grain stores are all empty.

And where's fucking Augustus?

Off east somewhere the last three years.

Doesn't give a fuck about us.

If that fuck Augustus and his slut of a wife

show their faces in Rome now,

they'd be thrown in the fucking Tiber!

So now you know what the people are thinking.

Let's go.

Hey! You owe me for the wine.

- Drink it yourself. Argh! - Hey!

Gaius!

Gaius!

Livia!

Gaius!

Livia!

Get back here!

Try to fuck off without paying!

Get off me!

Break it up!

Arrest both those bitches!

- Enough! - Get off me!

- Gaius! - Uhh!

Tiberius!

Excuse me, Vipsania.

Tiberius, it's your mother.

Drusus.

Tiberius.

Fuck off!

They're back, Gaius and Mother.

What?

Oh, fuck!

She's lost.

The fuckers aren't due back for months.

Stepfather!

By the river in the Thirteenth!

We'll find her!

What the fuck are you staring at?

Have you seen a woman?!

Dark hair!

She was in a fight with a whore earlier!

Didn't see anything.

Where's my fucking wife?

The watchmen stole your bracelets.

Were they really gold?

They were my mother's.

Hey!

Hey, you! You!

I'm Livia, the wife of Augustus!

Shut your trap!

Shit!

Are you a whore?

What?! No.

I'm going to be a whore.

I'm going to have a new dress and loads to eat.

Can we send messages out of here?

If you have money.

If you don't, you'll go to the market tomorrow.

What market?

The slave market.

The watchmen sell you there.

They're not supposed to, but they do.

Unless you have money.

They can't sell me. I'm a citizen.

Can you prove it?

Me neither.

You should get some sleep, Livia.

You want to look your best tomorrow,

or you might get bought for the fields.

You don't want to end up in the fields.

Nobody lasts long there.

We're at the market.

I've never been, have you?

Hey. Hurry up.

Why are you here anyway?

I got caught stealing bread off Faustus.

He collects the poop for the tanneries.

Do you know him?

I thought there wasn't any bread.

There isn't.

Unless you know where it is.

Faustus always has bread.

Move.

Whorehouse.

Whorehouse.

Fields.

I'm sorry, Livia.

- Hey, what's your name? - Ursa!

Move.

Pretty Roman girl, native speaker.

Certified healthy virgin ready for the brothel,

light work in the house.

What shall we start with?

5,000.

5,000. Five and a half?

Five and a half. 6,000?

6,000! Six and a half?

She's still a bargain, six and a half?

Sold, 6,000.

Younger than she looks.

This one offers years of experience.

Smile, you bitch,

or I'll flog your arse right here.

Tough and scrawny,

she won't cost much to feed, always a consideration,

especially in a famine.

Treated properly, will give you years of excellent service

in the kitchen or in the fields.

What shall we start with?

- 1,000? - Too much.

1,000, anybody.

Darius. That old bag

is the exact image of Livia Drusilla, huh?

A bargain at 950.

It's incredible, the resemblance,