FAINTLY: ..summer bound to die...
'Myself, when young,
'not a pretty sight.'
Then back to wintertide again, where nothing stirs.
But, oh, whate'er the sky-led season mar, moon upon moon rebuilds it...
'Austin, Agrippa's sole surviving son and my best friend.
'His mother, Julia, was banished, you may remember, and his two elder brothers died mysteriously.'
If the gods in heaven
should add the morrow to the day...
'The golden-haired Apollo is Germanicus, my brother.
'Already a great soldier.'
..Will ever hold.
When thou descendest once the shades among...
'And if you wait a moment, you will see a creature of a different kind,
'Livilla, my sister.
'Yes, there she is, tormenting Postumus as usual,
'when her husband is away.'
..Thou friend thee more.
Beautiful. Horace, my dear fellow, such language.
Wonderful, wonderful. Well, weren't they lovely poems! Exquisite.
Now, that's what I call poetry.
There's no comparison. It's better than Ovid.
I don't care what they say. I've never liked that man.
All right, his poetry's very beautiful but it's also very smutty.
A lot of it's downright indecent.
I wouldn't have him in the house. Thank you.
People say that he has a lovely voice but I say, "What does he do with his lovely voice?"
Talks a lot of smut. That's what he does.
Write poetry, yes, but write about nice things.
Things that you'd like your children to hear.
Now, I want a copy of the book when you publish. But of course, Caesar.
And before you go, I have a present for you.
Oh, but Caesar. It's nothing.
It's a gold statue I found - Etruscan I think.
And solid gold.
I'm sure you'll appreciate it more than any one.
Er, Praxis, Praxis, where are you?
Here, Caesar. He knows where it is.
Now, wait till you see it.
Really.
Yes, you must come again some time.
I was wondering how long it would take you to knock that over.
Claudius, how can you be so clumsy?
Leave it alone, for heaven's sake.
If you want to clear up, we'll find you some work in the kitchens.
Claudius!
Agrippina, wake up.
It's time to go home.
Time we all went home. Are you leaving?
Late, it's two hours after dark already. Yes, yes, you're right.
There's a lot of work to do tomorrow.
As sleepy heads, a foolish one.
What a poet that Horace is, hey!
Livilla, the whole family was here tonight except your husband.
It won't do, you know. What can I do? Castor hates family dinners.
I don't understand it. Tiberius, you must talk to that son of yours.
I do talk to him but he doesn't listen to me. Goodnight, Uncle.
Goodnight, my dear.
Goodnight, Germanicus.
Goodnight.
Goodnight, grandmother.
That's my foot you're treading on.
Sorry.
Claudius, do come on.
Oh, Postumus, I'm coming to see those troops of yours tomorrow.
How are they shaping up? Very well. There's some good material in there.
Good. Goodnight. Goodnight, everyone. Goodnight.
Goodnight, Grandfather.
Oh, goodnight, Livilla.
Now, do tell that husband of yours...
Oh, you know what to tell him. Grandmother.
Goodnight, my dear. You looked very lovely tonight.
Thank you. Goodnight, Uncle.
Goodnight, Grandfather.
Oh, goodnight, Claudius.
Ah, what a wonderful evening!
They're such good children.
I think they like their little presents, hey!
What are we going to do about Claudius?
About Claudius, in the matter of what?
In the matter of the Games to be held in his father's honour.
Oh, I don't know, must we think about it now?
Well, how much longer can we leave it? Is he to sit in your box at the Games or is he not?
It might look a little odd if he doesn't.
It'll look even odder if he does. Do you want to sit with a twitching idiot?
Oh, let's think about it tomorrow, hey! Goodnight, my dear.
Don't you worry about Claudius.
I'll have him to dinner a few times.
I'll see how he gets on.
If we could just stop that twitching.
Caesar, Caesar, forgive me but a courier has just arrived from Germany.
Are you mad? Do you expect me to read dispatches this time of night?
But it's urgent, Caesar, urgent.
There's been a terrible disaster.
Send him in. Come in, come in.
Is this the way you present yourself?
Couldn't you have taken a bath first?
Forgive me. I've ridden for four days, I would not have presumed...
Which legion are you with?
I was with the 19th. Was?
Have you been transferred? No, Caesar.
The 19th Legion does not exist any more.
Nor does the 17th, nor the 18th.
The whole army of Quintilius Varus was massacred in the Teutoburg Forest.
Nothing stands between the German tribes and our provinces in Gaul.
Massacred!
What are you saying to me?
There is no army across the Rhine in Germany.
The troops
and orderlies,
auxiliaries and general staff,
massacred to a man.
Those who survived the battle were hunted down and killed.
Where is Varus? Dead.
When he saw that all was lost, he killed himself.
Three legions?
Three legions, Caesar.
There's nothing left.
Send for Germanicus and Postumus. Hurry!
Come with me to the statue.
Come with us!
They caught us here and here.
We were on a punitive expedition because we'd heard that
a tax collector and his staff had been murdered.
He sent three legions on a punitive expedition?
Not at first, Caesar, no. We'd suffered some early defeats in raids
so he sent back for the rest of the army.
And what happened to the loyal Germans?
They betrayed us, Sir. They led us into the forest and then vanished.
Weren't you warned?
Many times, Caesar.
Go on!
We'd had a massive intelligence warning us that things were happening in the villages.
Go on!
The commander ignored it, Sir.
That stiffening fool.
I should never have appointed him. Go on.
We were advancing along a forest track.
We didn't even put out advance guards or flank guards.
Our progress was slow and this gave the tribes time to gather.
It started to rain. The archers couldn't keep their bows dry.
The leather shields became too heavy to carry.
Then our carts got stuck in the mud.
When the Germans attacked, we were in a hopeless position.
What's happened?
The armies to the Rhine have been destroyed.
All of it.
Nothing stands between the Germans and our provinces in Gaul.
How did you get out?
Only one officer kept his head - Cassius Chaerea.
He formed up about 120 of us.
We cut our way out and back to the fort. The others were still there.
Oh!
Did the Germans take any prisoners?
Yes.
They put them in wicker cages and burnt them alive.
Lady, I can't find Postumus Agrippa, he's not in his room.
Well, Praxis, did it occur to you he may have visited his wife's room?
Naturally I tried there.
He wasn't there either.
I then spoke to one of the palace guards
who said he'd seen him earlier, walking towards your granddaughter's apartments.
Livilla? Yes.
Naturally, I didn't inquire further because...
Because her husband has not yet returned.
With the men Postumus has been training, it brings the number up to about a legion.
It will do. It depends whether the Germans have seized the Rhine bridges.
They won't have, they're barbarians. They'll end up fighting each other.
Then, we'll have to secure the bridges - fast.
I'll go and start tomorrow. I can raise the rest. No, Germanicus stays here.
When news breaks, there will be panic here. I need him to deal with it.
It was here.
It was years ago but I saw it.
It has been stolen, probably.
Ah, here is someone.
There's a book we want to look at.
It's by a Greek called Permecles.
It's a commentary on Polybius' military tactics.
It's not in the catalogue but it was here.
I'll see if I can find it.
Why, it's young Claudius, isn't it?
Yes, it is. You seem very studious, what are you reading?
Romantic rubbish, I'll be bound.
That's all the young use this library for.
What is it that you're reading?
It's your own history of the c-c-civil wars.
It's rubbish, all right.
So, you know who I am. Yes, sir.
Asinius P-P-P-Pollio, one of our greatest historians.
One of them, what do you mean, one of them?
One of the t-t-two greatest. And who is the other one?
L-L-Livy, of course.
Well, there can't be two greatest.
That's just shilly-shallying,
apart from being an ablution to the Roman tongue. So you have to choose.
Which one of us would you rather read? Come, Pollio, that's not fair.
Nonsense, the lad's obviously intelligent. Speak up, boy.
Which of us would you rather read?
It depends, Sir.
Intelligent but cowardly.
No, I mean, it depends on what I'm reading for.
For beauty of language, I would read Livy.
For interpretation of f-f-fact, I would read P-P-Pollio.
Now you've pleased neither of us. That's always a mistake.
I wasn't trying to please, just tell the truth.
He might make an historian after all.
The book isn't here. Perhaps you read it in the Arcadian.
I'm not so old that I don't know what library I'm in when I'm in it.
Excuse me.
Um, um, the book you want, it's on the t-t-top shelf.
Fourth from the window, right at the back. I had it out the other day.
Only the title is "Dissertation on Tactics"
and it's by
P-P-P-Polymocrates, not Permecles.
And he was a
J-J-Jew,
not a Greek.
HE CHUCKLES
You'd better be right, boy.
I don't take kindly to that many corrections in one day.
Have I upset him?
Yes, it will do him good.
Do you like history? Yes, Sir.
But who the devil are you?
He called you Claudius.
I'm Iberius Claudius
D-D-Drusus Nero Germanicus.
Ooh, that Claudius!
They told me you were a half-wit.
My f-f-family's ashamed of me because I...
stammer... and I'm lame and my head twitches.
Yes, I noticed that.
Can't you stop it? No.
The doctor said I m-m-might grow out of it.
Why were you reading my history of the civil wars?
I'm gathering material for the life of my father and grandfather.
Oh, I remember them.
They b-b-both believed in the republic.
I know they did. That's why they died.
I beg your pardon?
I mean, that's why they were poisoned.
Poisoned! Shh! Not so loud!
I won't mention any names.
You say you're writing the life of your father.
They won't let you finish it.
Who won't?
Never mind.
Look here, Claudius, I'll give you some good advice.
Do you want to live a long and useful life?
In that case, exaggerate your stutter and your limp.
Let your wits wander and play the fool as much as you like.
Do you understand me?
It's a pleasure to talk to you, my boy. I must find Livy.
Poisoned!
You know, there's nothing quite like a piece of fruit that's fresh from the tree or a field. Or a stalk.
It's very nice. But you didn't ask me here to taste the fruit.
Did you ever think how fortunate we are?
I mean, that we weren't born in a wattle hut on the banks of the Rhine or a grubby little tent in Syria.
Did you ever think what Rome means?
Do you understand the effort that has gone into making this little place master of the world?
Do you understand the work and dedication needed to maintain it?
Are you displeased with me, Grandfather?
Sit down.
Listen, Postumus,
we can't afford to sleep, you know.
Other people may think only of their bread and their circuses, but us, now we have to provide them.
I hear nothing but complaints about you.
What sort of complaints?
All sorts. You threw a palace guard into the fountain the other day.
He was laughing at Claudius.
Everyone does. What are you going to do?
Throw them all into the fountain?
And then, people say that you're rude and bad-tempered.
Who says? Livia, for instance.
She complains about you all the time. What did she say?
She says, for example, and I've heard it from others, that you're a bit of a rake.
Is it true?
You know the night the courier brought news from Germany, I sent for you.
Yet you weren't in your room.
Your wife complains that you don't sleep with her enough.
I never wanted that marriage.
You could sleep with her. She's made the same as any other woman.
It's for us to set an example.
Without proper family life, where will we find the people to carry on?
Why has my inheritance from my father been withheld?
That's what's bothering you!
You'll get your inheritance when I think you're mature enough to use it.
Do I have to sit an examination?
Don't be cheeky with me.
Now, you listen.
Your father was my greatest friend.
If anything had happened to me, he would have taken over.
That's what I look for in his sons.
Both your brothers are dead.
You're all I've left of him.
It's my intention that you should follow me.
My stepfather may not agree with you.
Oh, you let me worry about Tiberius.
You made him your adopted son, what am I to think?
I did it out of respect for his mother. She deserved it.
She's an amazing woman. Tiberius, that's something else.
I've never liked him.
Anyway, he's not right to succeed me.
Now, I say succeed but we are not kings.
We have no divine right to rule.
Still, after all my years of service to the state,
I think the Senate will accept my recommendation.
But you must earn trust...
KNOCK ON DOOR
Come!
Grandmother, you sent for me.
How are you?
Grandmother?
Why do you deceive your husband any time he's away?
Deceive! I don't understand.
Why do you allow Postumus Agrippa into your room at night?
I don't!
Who said such a thing?
Ah!
You're not going to lie to me, are you?
You're not going to treat me like a fool.
Do you think I, who knows everything that happens in Rome,
wouldn't know what happens under my own roof?
I've had you watched, child.
And Postumus Agrippa.
As I had his mother watched -
your Aunt Julia.
Do you remember her?
She was sent to an island called Pandaterea.
It's a few minutes' walk from end to end.
But I shouldn't think she walks it much any more.
She's been on it for seven years.
I didn't mean it.
I won't ever do it again.
Don't send me away.
Please.
Please, I won't ever see him again. I swear it.
You were always a naughty little girl, you know that, don't you?
Your mother never punished you enough.
You won't tell Augustus, will you?
He'll send me away if you do.
I couldn't bear it.
Yes.
Perhaps that won't be necessary.
Oh, come on, dry your tears.
That's better.
Such a beautiful girl.
I was beautiful too, once, you know.
They say that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.
There was one other,
but she was in Egypt.
Besides, she didn't last as long as I did.
Now, about Postumus Agrippa.
You're not in love with him, are you? No.
He pestered you, I suppose, and you gave in.
Oh, what frail creatures we women are.
He always wanted me.
Yes, and you always enjoyed teasing him, didn't you?
Oh, yes, you did. I've seen it.
I swear to you, I won't do it again.
Yes, well, let's not be in too much of a hurry to swear anything.
My dear,
I must talk to you like a grown woman now.
Can I talk to you?
Can I open my heart to you?
Yes, Grandmother, yes.
Many years ago,
before you were born, we all went through the terrible agony of civil war.
Rome tottered and shook and it nearly fell.
I'm afraid that may happen again.
And will it? I'm sure of one thing.
Only a single hand at the helm will keep this ship on course.
Now, the question is, whose hand will it be?
If there is any doubt, the rivalry will plunge us into civil war again.
Is there a doubt, then? Not in my mind.
But there is in someone else's.
Augustus?
Yes.
And it's my duty to remove that doubt.
Through everything I've ever done, that has been my only object.
Now it must become yours.
How, Grandmother?
You want your husband to become Emperor of Rome? Yes.
Then his father must become Emperor before him.
Tiberius must succeed Augustus if Castor is to succeed Tiberius.
Only then will the line become established.
It will seem easier to accept it than reject it.
And Postumus?
Hoorah! Oh, my dear, you've put your finger on it.
Yes. Postumus.
As always, we come back to Postumus.
Nothing.
That's what it amounts to. He's done nothing.
He holds bridges but he doesn't cross them.
He's playing some game of his own, that's what he's doing.
KNOCKING
Oh, come in.
What's that son of yours playing at?
Six months he's been there and all he's got are bridges. He sits on his arse all day.
What does he say? What does he say? He says nothing!
That's what it amounts to.
Those damn barbarians have got my eagles.
Quintilius Varus, where are my eagles?
He's cautious. Naturally.
Damn his caution. I sent him to get my eagles back,
not to sit there for six months!
He has an army of raw recruits. Would you have him risk an ambush?
If he doesn't risk something, he may as well have stayed here.
He's playing some game of his own.
That's a very childish thing to say. Is it? Then why doesn't he send my eagles back?
He'll move when he judges the army ready to move.
He'll move now. I'll send Postumus Agrippa with an army to make sure.
I think that wouldn't be wise.
I make the military decisions, not you!
No need to lose your temper.
I wouldn't dream of advising you on such matters.
I'm sure my son would welcome reinforcements.
I question only the wisdom of sending Postumus. Why?
He's unproved and untried. Why do you always say that?
If I always say that, it's because it's always true.
He's the obvious person to send. He's been training recruits for months.
Training and leading men into battle are not the same thing.
Ah!
How will he ever learn if he never does anything?
His brother was governor of Syria at 19. Gaius was different.
You had confidence in him and so did the Senate.
Gaius was reliable. He was a statesman. We all loved him.
But Postumus... He's totally unpredictable.
Besides, if you send Postumus, Tiberius will naturally regard it as a criticism.
That's what it's meant to be. I'm not sending him an army to inquire after his health.
But there's a history of mistrust and antagonism between Postumus and Tiberius.
I mean, if Postumus arrives, Tiberius will regard him as more of a spy than a support.
He'll think you don't trust him.
That's ridiculous.
Haven't you already said you think he's playing some game of his own?
If you want to avoid friction between the commanders, may I suggest, you send Germanicus.
All right, I'll send Germanicus.
But I want my damned eagles back.
What's this?
It's a biography, well, it's the beginning of one anyway.
A biography of whom? By whom is more to the point.
It's by my idiot grandson, Claudius.
Antonia found it and brought it to me.
You don't expect me to read it?
No, I'm going to have it destroyed. It's subversive.
I've told him on no account is he to continue with it. How is it subversive?
He praises his father's only fault - his attachment to the republic.
It's harmless enough.
You don't want me to punish him, do you? No.
But I do want a decision on whether or not he's to sit in your box at the Games.
The Games are in honour of his father.
If we send Germanicus off, neither of his sons will be in the box.
He should be there but at the back.
I hope you don't think I'll pay for these Games. I've had an expensive year.
If you feel like that, we needn't have them at all.
I don't feel like that about the Games, just about paying for them.
Well, nobody's asking you to pay for them.
Yes, well, as long as that's understood.
Was it ever in doubt?
Antonia and I will pay for the Games.
And Germanicus and Claudius.
Claudius! That's even more reason why he should be in the box.
It will be a very expensive seat when he's finished.
While we're on the subject, when is he marrying?
By the end of the year. You said that last year.
He seemed to get worse last year, so I put it off.
Are you sure this girl will marry him? What's it got to do with her?
They were betrothed six years ago and that's that.
To be honest, I feel sorry for her. What is she like? I don't know.
I haven't seen her since she was 13. Does she know what she's getting? Do any of us? Look!
You've left these matters to me for the last 30 years.
Are you going to start interfering now?
I was asking a question, that's all.
Can't I ask a question any more? What's the matter with you?
Why are you so bad-tempered?
It's you that's bad-tempered.
Your temper gets worse by the day.
Everybody notices it.
I think you could do with a rest.
A long one.
Quintilius Varus, where are my eagles?
HORN PLAYS
CROWD ROARS
Claudius!
Not there.
Those are the imperial seats.
Sit behind. Here with Herod.
Your nose is running.
Just look at them all!
They can't wait to see the blood start flowing.
I've never seen a sword fight before.
I wish Germanicus was here.
Look at them, stuffing themselves.
While their fellow men are preparing to die for their enjoyment.
Herod! I hope you're not going to s-s-spoil it all.
Dear Claudius, I'm fascinated.
I never cease to wonder at these spectacles.
Its origin is religious.
It's a...
religious...
rite...r-r-really.
It's in honour of spirits of the dead.
By rendering more people dead?
How noble! Shut up.
You're a Jew. You don't understand these things.
Besides, Mother will hear you.
I've a few words to say to you before these Games begin.
Gather round.
Now, these Games are being held in honour of my son,
Drusus Nero, who's worth the whole lot of you put together.
It's my intention that these Games will be remembered long after
you're all dead and forgotten even by your nearest and dearest.
You're all scum and you know it, but you've a chance here,
some of you, to prove that you're a bit more than that.
And for those whom death doesn't liberate, there'll be plenty
of freedoms handed out afterwards, say nothing of gold-plate and coin.
But, I want a good show.
I want my money's worth.
I don't want any kiss in the ring stuff.
And I don't want my family watching two grown men pussy-footing
round each other before one of them aims a real blow. There's been too much of that.
Don't think you can fool me because I know every trick in the book,
including the pigs' blood in the bladder to make it look as if one of you's dead.
There's been too much of that too lately.
These Games are being degraded
by the increasing use of professional tricks to stay alive.
And I won't have it.
So, put on a good show
and there'll be plenty of money for the living and a decent burial for the dead.
And if not,
I'll break this guild up
and I'll send the lot of you to the mines in Numidia.
That's all I've got to say to you.
HORNS PLAY
CROWD ROARS
Ooh! Claudius!
Get him up, this is not a comedy theatre.
That happened to me once,
do you remember, Livia? No, I don't.
It did, you know. Which Games was it at?
I don't remember.
Or was it at the races?
The gladiators are saluting you.
Hey?
Oh!
SWORDS CLASH
Oh!
Calm down, for heaven's sake.
I'm trying. It's one of them who's about to die and they look more relaxed that you do.
Drusus would have loved this.
Yes, I was thinking of him.
I'm sure he's watching, my dear.
Poor Drusus.
I'm sure the fat one's going to win.
How about a little bet, Herod, hey?
I'll take the fat man for 20 gold pieces.
Caesar, it would be against my religion to bet on a life.
I wouldn't have thought it was against it to bet on anything!
Caesar, it's true.
Jews love gambling but they fear their god more.
Which one? We have only one, Caesar.
I never understood that. It's insufficient.
You could have some of ours. Lots of people do.
Believe me, Caesar. The one we have
is hard enough to live with.
CROWD ROARS
But on second thoughts, I'll take the bet.
Good man. Finish him! Finish him!
It's all right.
I'll see him home.
Postumus... Oh!
Where's your husband?
Gone out on one of his usual jaunts.
Livilla, it was all I could do to stop touching you at the Games today.
I nearly went mad.
My poor darling.
Oh! Agh!
Murder, murder!
Stop it! Help me!
Stop! Stop! No... Agh!
No, please! No!
No, no!
SHE CONTINUES TO SCREAM
Agh! He tried to rape me!
Keep him away!
You bitch. You filthy bitch.
What are you?
Some kind of animal?
It's a lie. Can't you see, the whole thing's a lie.
Look at her, she's terrified.
She invited me into her room. I didn't.
He climbed over my balcony and attacked me.
Would you expect me to believe that with her husband a few doors away?
She told me he'd be out. You filthy pig.
Stop it, stop it!
Wait outside.
I suppose you'll tell me that this isn't your dagger.
Yes, but she could have got it any time. She and Castor dine with us often.
Do you expect me to believe that she tricked you
into coming into her room so she could falsely accuse you of rape?
For what reason?
Well, tell me!
Ask her.
Perhaps she knows. I'm asking you!
He'll incriminate us all before he's done.
She hates me and you're so blind, you can't see it.
What do you mean, hates you?
Like she hated my brothers and my mother,
she hates anyone who might come between you and her precious son.
What is going on here?
What is he saying?
Grandfather, open your eyes. Drop the blinkers.
For years, everyone around you has either died or disappeared.
Do you think it was all an accident?
My father, Agrippa, and before him, Marcellus.
My brothers, Gaius and Lucius.
My mother, Julia, and now me.
Can't you see? She's clearing a path for herself.
And her other son, Drusus, whose revered memory she honours in those Games of hers.
Ask her how he died. There was nothing wrong with him
till she sent her personal physician to treat him.
Marcellus, Agrippa. What is he saying? What is he?
Some kind of raving lunatic?
What does he think, that they were all murdered?
Is he insane?
Or is it just that you want me to think you are? Yes.
Oh, you're very clever.
You think that by pretending to be mad that I'll be lenient with you.
You think that a show of insanity will move me and I'll put you away in the care of a doctor.
You're disgusting.
You know something,
I'd rather clear vomit off the street than talk to you.
It's incredible, isn't it?
It's too horrific even to think about.
I have to be mad even to mention it.
What a joke!
What a pathetic joke!
Can't you see, it's not me that's mad, it's her?
Look at her, she's a mad woman.
She'll destroy us all before she's finished. You included.
I could kill you now.
Spill your guts and give you no more thought than I would a dog, killed on the road.
But that's too easy for you.
You're going to suffer like your mother suffers.
Living out your life on a rock somewhere with nothing but birds for company.
It won't be on any that you'll find on a map, because they're all too big for you.
But I'll find one, don't worry, just your size.
You'll stay there
till you rot.
Guard!
Take him away and keep him under arrest.
Are you all right?
I feel unclean.
It's him that's unclean, not you.
Tomorrow, you and I will go to the temple and make a sacrifice together.
You'll feel better.
DISTANT SHOUTING
Go on!
DISTANT SHOUTING
Shh! They're searching for me in the grounds. They'll find me soon.
I haven't much time.
Postumus. Just listen.
Well?
He slipped the guards. They're searching the palace for him.
He won't get far.
If he runs to the ends of the Earth, he'll find a friend of Rome ready to give him up.
Oh, take your wife to bed.
Castor, be nice to her.
Get in beside her. That's your place.
If you'd been there, not carousing, this wouldn't have happened.
Oh!
Do you really think my grandmother put
Livilla up to it? I'm certain of it.
I'll go now. If Livia knows I've been here, your life won't be worth much but I wanted you to know.
I wanted you to know the truth. And I want Germanicus to know when he returns.
I'll tell him. But listen, stay alive.
Don't give them any excuse to k-k-kill you.
I'm sorry I won't be at your wedding. Don't worry.
It will be a very small affair.
I embarrass them all far too much.
Good, go on embarrassing them.
Go on playing the idiot, it's safer that way.
Somebody else said that to me a while ago, Asinius Pollio.
Then we're not the only ones who know what's going on here.
Goodbye, old friend.
PEOPLE SHOUT OUTSIDE
CONGREGATION GIGGLE QUIETLY
LAUGHTER GETS LOUDER
LAUGHING: She grew!
She just... She just kept on growing!
RAUCOUS LAUGHTER
LAUGHTER ECHOES AWAY
HE GROANS