What have you done?
You let them die,
you are Romulus,
you had to save them...
Help me!
Leave my son alone!
What are you doing?
Please leave our children with us!
There's another one here!
Don't take him away!
The king is here!
Welcome to our home.
My son Akilios will defend his family and his city.
All the children of Rome are called to war,
I shall take the other one with me too.
No, please, Kossus is still a child!
Can you use a sword Kossus?
What is the use of raising a child who will be a slave?
Kossus!
You can decide about our lives, Wiros,
but remember where you come from.
You know nothing, old woman,
nobody knows where I come from.
In battle,
every man shows his nature,
cowards remain behind,
the bold throw themselves onto the iron of their enemies.
Yemos,
is not here with us today.
If Yemos prefers to sound the retreat and stay in his hut,
remember that Wiros will never abandon you,
because the Gods have chosen me from among all men,
and now they choose me to place the most fearful of armies at your feet.
Believe in me,
and I promise you that one day you will rule over all peoples,
you will have pity on the humble,
but you will wipe the proud from the face of the earth!
Rome! Rome! Rome!
He plundered the salt,
he no longer recognises anything sacred,
he insists on fighting for this city and will lead us all to death.
Everyone wants to fight Tarinkri,
the people are with Wiros,
because he promises victory,
I have no promises to make.
The Goddess did not want this, Yemos,
this city is not our destiny,
burn it,
destroy it, save your people,
take us back to the woods,
we will start over from there,
only you can save us.
Enough!
You are our king, Yemos,
you returned from the swamps of the dead to save us all,
but if you too cannot give me hope
then,
staying alive no longer makes sense.
Is this how the Latins marry?
Without gold and without jewels?
Do you not like it?
Yes, I do.
I wouldn't trade it for all of Titus' gold.
Titus claims to be the son of Sancus,
how does he know?
All the Sabine kings are children of the God,
he chooses them,
and he also chose Titus.
How?
His mother was a priestess,
in seven years she gave birth to four children,
as soon as they were born,
they were taken to the woods,
the first died of hunger,
the second was never found again,
the third was torn to pieces by wolves,
only Titus survived.
This was the sign that Sancus had chosen him.
Did you love him as you say you love me?
No,
I was only devoted to him.
Did you sleep with him?
No,
from me he sought only comfort
to his solitude.
You will also have to comfort me.
You are not alone.
Without my brother I am.
When he sees how you defended Rome he too will return,
and he will ask your forgiveness for not believing you.
Greetings,
little slave king.
I asked to meet with your brother too,
why did you come all alone?
What do you want Titus?
Do not get angry,
I have come to offer you salvation,
you have three days to surrender,
you will be my subjects,
and your city will belong to Sancus.
However, if you do not surrender,
we will destroy Rome and none of you will be spared.
They say you think you are the son of a God,
but that you cry in fear clinging to the breast of your priestesses.
You are a dead man,
You enslaved a priestess of Sancus.
Now it is you who is wrong,
I will make her the wife of a king.
A mortal,
cannot come near a virgin consecrated to God.
You know that Sancus' revenge will be terrifying?
I know.
Three days,
then I will wipe out your city.
If we open the gates of the city, Titus will spare everyone,
but we will always be his slaves.
If we don't open them, we will have to fight.
The decision rests with the king,
but I will not decide going against your opinion.
Do we have a hope of victory?
I'm not asking you to hope Maccus,
I ask you if, like me, you are sure of winning,
if the answer is no,
it is better to surrender immediately.
I know that if we fight with you, you will win again.
I believe in you too Wiros, we fight,
and we remain free.
What do you think?
Why do you ask for my advice, Wiros?
The only person who can advise you is not in this room.
I do not need him.
You too know that without Yemos you are nothing,
your power depends on him.
Do any of you think what she thinks?
Good.
You no longer have the right to be part of the Roman army, now take her away.
We will fight,
and we will win.
Wiros!
- Where is he? - What do you want from him?
- This is your fault, witch! - Do not blame her.
Give the order to free Ilia!
I cannot, she questioned my authority before the Council.
Free her or you will regret it!
Everything I do, I do for you too,
you and I are brothers,
always remember that.
Hit me,
I will not react.
Speak to the people with me,
give me your trust,
and I will give you victory.
But do anything against this city,
and I will be your enemy.
I cannot trust a man that I don't know.
Now it's up to me,
Now I know the right thing to do!
Tell me about my son.
I did not meet him,
now the other is the only king.
You told me Yemos was a mighty warrior,
but he no longer has any power in Rome.
Do you pity him?
Perhaps your absence has weakened him,
he isn't strong enough to live without a mother.
What do I need you for?
I am yours,
you decide what you need me for.
You mustn't hate me,
I love my brother,
but there is no courage in his eyes right now.
You have made your decision,
why do you want to speak to me?
I want to save Rome,
and I know you do too,
but we didn't found Rome to see women and children dragged away in chains.
I will pray to the Gods to grant us luck.
I don't want prayers,
tomorrow, in front of our people,
you will say that a mortal cannot question the words of a God,
and you will beg for my forgiveness.
Yemos is right,
You no longer know what you are saying, or even who you are.
I do not know if what Ersilia says is true,
if the Gods have chosen me to command or if I myself am of divine lineage,
but if you doubt my command,
I know that others will doubt it too,
and a people that has to fight cannot afford to have doubts.
Do you want them to believe you a God, Wiros?
They have to believe it, yes.
You are not a God.
If I am not,
this city is dead.
You decide what you want to believe.
How much time did you give?
Three days,
too long for such an easy decision.
Let me enter the city,
and speak with Yemos.
I will tell him about you,
I will say that you will take care of his people.
You have been deluded once already
he no longer commands anything.
Even if that is the case,
let me remind him who he is, and what lineage he comes from
and what he can still do for his people.
Do you love him that much?
He is my son.
I will let you go to him.
You will leave tomorrow.
Turn around.
Tell me again you are mine.
I am yours.
Tell me, looking into my eyes.
I am yours.
- Don't let him lead us to our deaths. - Save your people, Yemos.
Wiros.
I disrespected you in front of your soldiers,
I doubted you and your words,
for this I ask forgiveness,
from all of you, the city,
and also you, Yemos,
because you and Wiros are a gift that we all received from above,
because you yourselves are Gods on earth.
I doubted you,
but now I know that only the two of you together, are the strength of this city.
This woman's gesture, is an example for all of you,
she doubted me and now she is ashamed,
as you too will be ashamed when you doubt,
and you will remember her words.
Ilia,
look at your people.
Now take back your sword, raise it together with mine!
Yemos,
listen to Ilia's words,
you and I are stronger than the Gods,
return and raise your sword against our enemies!
With these swords we will leave the memory of such horror in their hearts,
that the children of their children will tremble when they hear Rome's name!
Rome! Rome! Rome!
Why did you refuse his gesture of peace?
Believing yourself stronger than the Gods will not bring peace.
Did he force you to make that speech?
I spoke for you Yemos, not for him.
I spoke to bring you back together, strong and united.
I worship the Gods, and I love my people,
he worships himself and loves power,
there is nothing left that unites us.
What do you want to do?
Let's go back to the forest,
and the Goddess will show us the path.
You're delusional, Yemos.
We chose our path when you founded Rome.
We have nothing else.
Wiros will not give up.
Tomorrow he will marry Ersilia, do you know what that means?
Why betray that which we dreamed of?
Ilia.
Stop!
Why did you leave the king's home?
What use is sitting on a throne when the people have chosen another king?
Is it the people who choose kings?
Wiros has slave blood in his veins,
but you have my blood, the blood of Numitor and Proca.
Even if the people have forgotten, you must always remember it.
May the Gods bless you Silvia,
my joy in seeing you is second only to that of your son.
I am only here because Titus let me come,
I told him I would persuade you to surrender.
You know we will never surrender,
soon your father will be avenged.
You still talk about revenge?
Amulius is dead,
and my pain is still inside me, whole.
You may have given up on revenge, but we will not give up our freedom.
You didn't even know what a free man was before you met my son.
But now I have learned,
this city is mine as much as his,
we founded it together.
Then defend it alone, die with those who want to die!
Is that what you want?
Life?
For me you can leave tonight,
Titus will give you necklaces and earrings too,
like he does to your mother.
Why do you let him talk to you like this?
They are empty words, mother,
they do not wound me.
They will lead you to your death if you do not do something.
I care nothing about my life mother.
Nor do I care about my blood,
nor that of Numitor or Proca.
I am here because a Goddess chose me,
and I will do what the Goddess asks of me.
What's wrong?
How long until dawn?
If you fear the punishment of the Gods, it is just to stop now.
It is not the Gods who keep me from sleep,
it is the fear of being alone.
You will never be alone.
From today until death, wherever Wiros is, Ersilia will be.
When I wandered through the dark swamps,
still alive, but burdened by a sleep of death,
the Goddess sent me visions.
I saw the corpses of men and women lying on the land of Rome,
I saw Wiros on the ground,
and I looked at him and cried.
Then from the river she came to me.
The She-wolf,
she said to me,
"You are the one who killed him!"
I hoped it was the delirium of a dying man,
and I never spoke to anyone about it.
But today I know I was wrong.
To save our people,
Wiros must die.
Did you see him?
We haven't seen him.
I tried to convince him, but without success.
Happiness and glory!
I will not abandon my people.
Come here,
embrace me.
I knew you would have understood.
I will not let my people die to follow a slave.
If you really think you are a God, prove it.
What are you doing, Yemos?
I will not raise my sword against you.
Then you will die without even defending yourself.
Stop!
This cannot be our destiny.
Destiny will decide which of us will live!
Stop!
Leave!
We are not Gods,
neither you, nor I.
What have you done?
What have you done?!
He won't let anyone in.
Tell me who I am,
you said you knew my history.
Now I need to know,
I have to find out if I am worthy of being here.
We found you in the woods,
you were tiny,
little more than a cub,
you were naked and dirty,
you ate like a dog,
biting into the flesh from carrion,
if anybody approached you,
you would scratch and bite.
They caught you with a net,
they put you in chains, in the cold,
they beat you to break you,
and in the end you were broken.
You grew up like that,
so obedient,
never looking anybody in the eye.
You survived violence and abuse.
You were a slave,
without a family,
and without a future.
You became a king.
You are a man, the strongest of men, so they say.
To save Rome,
the strongest of men is not enough,
and the truth is not enough either.
This is not the end.
A man is dead.
For some of you this is a source of anger,
for others the death of Yemos is just fear and despair.
There is hate,
there is mistrust,
death is in our hearts.
But if we had the wings of an eagle,
then we could fly over our homes and see,
that we are not alone.
We are a multitude,
we are a people.
So rise up upon your wings,
and look at everything we built when we were united,
then you will feel that this city does not belong to just one man, but to all of you.
Yemos is dead,
but it is not the end of everything.
Listen to me, friends,
and take up your arms!
Not out of anger, not out of revenge,
but because we are stronger than pain,
and stronger than death.
Because we are Rome!
I have made my decision.
Open the gates.
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