Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Who did this then, chief?
- It was like it when I got it. - Oh, my days. Look at the state of that axle.
- What a bodge! Oh, dear. - Oh, dear.
My mum could have done a better job with those wheel arches.
And she's been dead for 20 years.
That's bad then, isn't it?
They're all warped. Look.
I'm just looking for a bit more speed is all.
- You race then, chief? - Planning to, chief.
- Underground or in the arena? - Well, hopefully arena one day.
- What's underground? - Wannabe circuit.
Every Saturday outside the city wall.
Oh, sweet.
Bunch of dickheads got themselves chariots. Think they know the first thing about racing.
Yeah, dickheads.
It could be several things slowing her down, boss.
The wheels, the axle, or the arches.
- I'd start again with all of them. - OK, cool.
So how much do you reckon all this is gonna...
- 495 denarii. - Oh.
Or, could it just be the horse?
Yeah. To be fair it could be that.
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"Owing to the failure of your legal representative in court..."
Mmm, sorry about that.
"...you will hereby be deported in five days' time
"unless you are able to pay a 3,000 denarii fine
"or obtain a work permit from a reputable company.
"We hope you've enjoyed your stay in Rome. Please do not come back."
I am so sorry.
If there's anything I can do, please just say.
Can you pay 3,000 denarii?
No, to be fair, I can't do that. What about Grandma's inheritance?
That's a few thousand, right?
- It was. It's now about 50. - Right.
And is there a grandpa that could maybe help out?
And by help out you mean die?
Grandpa will outlive us all.
Mmm, great. Well, look we'll find a way out of this, I promise.
The way I see it, things couldn't be any better.
Right, how exactly? The girl I may well love is being deported.
Because I'm racing this Saturday.
She bets her money on me, I romp home, she pays off her fine, job done.
Sorry, racing as in...
Chariots, baby. On the underground circuit.
Uh-huh! And underground as in...
Tunnels, probably.
Uh, no, Grumio. Underground as in, "Not that legal."
Oh, perfect.
She should bet on me. My odds will be good because I'm new.
Because you're shit.
A bit of both.
Sorry, what is this?
- Carbs, for the race. - I've got to carb up.
Do you? The horse is the one doing the work.
- But I egg her on, don't I? - Not very well, clearly.
I've never seen Peggy go quicker than a trot.
- That's not true. - Do not suggest gambling to the girls, OK.
- I'm taking care of it. - All right, fine.
G-man, is this carbs or sand?
It's a sandy carbs.
- Keep going, champ. - All right.
- No pain, no gain. - Yeah.
Go on, champ.
She's dedicated, conscientious, she works well on her own and as part of a team.
And she needs a work permit to avoid deportation.
Pretty much.
Her CV seems to be a list of accents.
Yes, I'm an actor mainly. That's my acting CV.
Proficient in folk dancing I see.
I'm a bit rusty, but I'm happy to do a refresher course if it helps.
It doesn't, because this is an office.
- Ever worked in one of these? - No, but I'm keen to learn.
And she does have useful officey skills, don't you?
Yes, I can do adding and taking away and the other one.
And can you fuck people's husbands?
Um, is that an officey skill?
Not really. How's that relevant?
Just because my bastard husband bastard has just shacked up with one of her lot.
My lot?
Yes, you know. Young, blonde, perky...
OK, well, that's not really her fault.
No, I know. And I don't want to take it out on you, my dear,
but if you stay here much longer
I may very well stab this pen into your milky white neck.
Right, let's maybe leave it.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Come on, Peggy. Yah! Yah!
What you doing?
Just trying out a new noise. Yah! Hah!
Go on, you bugger. Go on, get.
Nah, stop. We're confusing her. Try the carrot.
No, I meant on Peggy, Grumio.
Oh. Right, yeah.
Hah! Hah!
Salve, Grumio. Horsing about again.
All right, Davus. How do you get something to run?
Maybe chase it with an axe. Usually works for me.
Sounds a bit full on.
So listen, how do you fancy a rotisserie chicken?
Keep talking.
So, Landlord's now living in this exclusive gated community,
slash maximum security prison.
Right. I wondered where he'd been.
And he wants to see you.
- Why me? - He values your specific talent.
What's that then?
Being able to fit through a tiny pipe.
I mean, I'd do it myself but I could barely get my dick in there.
Right. Well, I want the chicken upfront then, so I can eat it in the pipe.
- You know it's a sewage pipe. - Mmm.
- OK, I'll have it after. - Good stuff. Right, up and at 'em.
Come on, my son.
Ugh.
Yeah, push me.
That's it.
Oh, it's dead brown.
- Close your mouth maybe. - Uh...
Oi. Landlord.
Salve, Grumio.
All right, Landlord?
Am I glad to see you.
- I don't know. Are you? - Yes, I am.
Cool. So how's prison going then?
Quite secure, unfortunately.
I feel a bit, um, stuck. You know what I mean?
I do actually, yeah.
I'd give you a tour but...
I should probably be getting back. It's a bit whiffy in here.
Sure. Well, do me a favour
and give this to Davus, will you?
It's just a little shopping list.
- Got ya. - Ta-ra then.
Come and see me anytime. You know where I am.
It's doing my head in. I can't get Peggy going, no matter what I do.
Have you tried whipping her?
- What, whip Peggy? - Yeah.
Whip her on the bum. Dig your heels in. She'll go like the clappers.
I mean, Peggy is a horse, right?
No, she's his new girlfriend.
And you want me to whip her on her bum.
I got confused. I thought...
- And dig his heels in. - I thought she was a horse.
- So that's what you're into. - No.
That's how you make women go like the clappers, is it?
- No, I'm not into that. - You pervert.
- No. - What are you into, Aurelius?
- Lf you're not into that. - Lf you must know I'm into big booties.
Really, Water Boy?
Remind me to have the salad for lunch.
Yes, don't worry. You're perfectly safe. Water Man.
Good to hear.
Don't ever look at my tuchus again.
Copier, I've decided to give your perky little pal a job
and therefore a work permit.
Oh, brilliant. That's fantastic.
I've overcome my anger towards my husband now
due to some Celtic breathing techniques.
Those guys can really breath.
They can indeed, Shredder. In with peace...
Out with pain. The job comes with two conditions, however.
- Go ahead. - One, she must dress dowdily.
I'll cut a hole in a sack.
And two, by way of recompense, you must visit my house tonight,
gain entry and then beat the living shit out of my husband.
Sorry, I don't really understand.
It's very simple. You beaty hubby, she getty jobby.
Yeah, I'm not gonna beaty hubby.
Then no getty jobby,
because that love rat bastard needs to bleed hard and...
And in with peace.
And out with pain.
Of course you could beaty hubby. You're nails dude.
Am I, though? I'm really scared of violence.
And wasps. And crowds.
And we have already blackmailed Flavia's husband.
We'd sort of be adding injury to insult.
We're only gonna shit him up a bit. It's not like we're gonna kill the guy.
Not really sure it's worth it anyway.
All this faff for a girl who doesn't even like me.
Of course she likes you.
I've been hounding her ever since she moved in and I've got nowhere.
At least if she's leaving, Metella will go with her.
Oh, don't give up now. Hey, if she's leaving
she might finally have sex with you because she never has to see you again.
Oh, perfect. How romantic.
Fuck romantic. You need to end your sex drought, dude.
End the drought!
Douche me.
- Hi, is Cynthia in? - No.
She's gone to the botanical gardens before we return to Britain
where we're being deported because of you.
- I have said sorry. - Can I take a message?
Tell Cynthia I've tried my best but I'm not getting anywhere.
I could have told you that.
With the work permits. To keep you guys in Rome.
- Aha. So I guess that's that then. - Mmm.
That's the last time I hear you lamely knocking at our door.
And the last time I'm disappointed when it's you that answers it.
Well, it's been an absolute blast.
Are you ready for this to be slammed in your hideous face one last time?
Actually...
No. Not yet.
You have always tried to get between me and Cynthia.
Right from the start. For no reason.
Because you two are totally wrong for each other.
Surely you get that by now?
I'll tell you what I get, mate,
I get that you are a cold knob,
who's always hated me.
And given that we're never gonna see each other ever again,
I want to know why.
Because you're such a crap kisser.
And you're a grumpy cow.
Shut up, you whiny prick.
I don't know. It just happened.
And with that the sex drought ends. I'm so proud.
- Thought you liked the other one. - Yeah, well, so did I.
And I thought you hated this one.
Again, so did I. She's always so shitty with me.
Exactly. That's because she wants you bad.
This is what I've been saying all along.
You've never said that before.
- Have I not? - No. You've not.
I've definitely thought it.
We've agreed to keep it secret for now. Carry on like we hate each other.
Shouldn't be too difficult, you've had plenty of practice.
Yeah. But the weird thing is,
I think I really like Metella.
Of course you do. You two are well suited.
You're both brainy and...
...frowny. I mean, it's perfect.
- Isn't she being deported? - I'm sure that bit's not ideal,
but still you've got a couple of days of rampant humping.
Then you can wipe her down and wave her off.
She can't go. Not now.
I've been chasing the wrong one this whole time.
- I need to keep them here. - So what are you gonna do?
I think we've got a hubby to beaty.
OK, this one's Flavia's house.
Here's the plan. Stylax, you pin him down.
Right, pin him with... Uh, my hands?
- Not with pins, clearly. - It's just...
I was thinking I could do a berserker.
- What's that? - You just, kind of,
hulk out and cause mayhem.
- Don't do that. - OK, I'll have it ready as a backup.
Grumio, you're gonna create a diversion.
- Got ya. What's that then? - Anything.
Just, you know, make him look the other way so I can smack him about a bit.
Yeah, nice one.
And let me do the talking. OK.
Good luck, everyone.
Hello there. We work with Flavia. We've come to pick up a folder.
What, all three of you?
It's a really big folder.
OK, then, come on.
Hey, I know you.
You're the guy who blackmailed me for my chariot.
Oh, yeah! That was me. Sorry about that.
No worries.
Actually did me a bit of a favour.
- Went and bought a bigger one. - Oh, amazing.
Yeah, that stepped it up a bit of a gear.
Leather trim, metallic paintwork,
those really nasty spiky things on the wheels for racing.
- Ooh, nasty. - Yeah.
- I just entered a race. - Have ya?
Oh, rock on, man. Bit of a speed demon, eh.
Uh, guys...
Hardly, he can't even get Peggy to run.
What? She's not responding to the command?
What command?
Guys, Pegasus is a highly-trained racing animal.
She's not gonna run for you unless you give her the proper vocal command!
And what is that?
Moo!
A moo?
Yeah. I guess she must have been a bit freaked by cows when she was...
Hey, sorry. Guys, can I offer you some food?
- Oh, um... - Yes, please.
Got this amazing Ligurian ham.
It is the business.
And I've got a very feisty cheese over there.
That's very kind of you, but we really need to get that folder.
Go and get it then. We'll have some of that feisty cheese.
Grumio, I mean...
Fucking hell. What was that?
- That's for being a dirty love rat. - You've just slapped me.
- Stylax. - Yeah.
I can't believe you just slapped me. You dirty, filthy bitch.
- Well, believe it. - Get off me.
- Hey, look over here!
Moony.
- Get out my house. - Right.
Shitting hell. My sword. My sword.
We're going.
Come on! Come on!
We're leaving now.
Twats.
So, all in all I think it was a success.
Really?
Because my husband's totally unscathed face and body suggests otherwise.
But we shat him up though I bet.
Not so much actually, according to Cornelius.
You ate various cold meats.
- That was Grumio. - Then one of you bore their bottom.
Also Grumio.
Whilst you took your top off.
No, I was hulking out. I was doing a berserker.
And then broke one of my vases.
I did slap him. Did he mention the slap?
- He did not. - Because I did slap him.
Oh, he did. He slapped him good.
So, can Cynthia have the job then?
What do you think?
It's fine. We just go back to plan A. They bet on me, I win the race,
they pay the three grand, you and Metella live snarkily ever after.
That is not plan A.
There's not enough letters in the alphabet to give that plan a name.
But I know the special noise now.
Sure, you can moo at a horse. That really fills me with confidence.
What are you doing?
Trust me and I will win.
- I don't think it works like that. - Well, at least admit I can win.
OK, I admit it's mathematically possible for you to win.
Thanks, man. I appreciate it.
Thanks, babe.
- You all right, lads? - Hey.
Hi, Cynthia. Metella.
Get anyone deported today, you ugly bastard?
Not yet, you ginger prick.
We're selling all the things we can't take back to Britain.
Everything must go, including us.
Well, you never know. You might be staying. Right, Marcus?
Uh, yeah.
There's one last option.
- You could always bet on him. - Yeah, do that.
- Bet on him to do what? - I'm in a chariot race.
That's your plan? Betting on him.
- He can do it. - And will.
I know it's not what we'd want, but it's all we've got.
How about we throw caution to the wind and just give it a go?
Britain's a long way away. So I'd much prefer to have you next door.
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Oh, lovely. That will work a treat.
What's all this stuff for then?
You know, I'm thinking ofjoining the woodwork club.
- Escape the drudgery. - Won't they have tools there?
No, no tools in prison. Only screws.
- That's for whittling. - Oh.
- What you gonna make then? - I don't know.
I guess maybe a swing.
Yeah, wicked.
The years will fly by if you're on a swing.
That is the idea.
Oh, hi, Cynth.
Hey, so when's this race then?
A couple of hours or so. Stylax is already there.
- Geeing himself up. - Right.
- Shouldn't he be geeing the horse up? - He won't be told.
Well, whatever works, because I think I'm going to do the betting.
You are. Wow, that's fantastic.
I'd do anything to stay in Rome.
And I can see how much it means to you to have us next door.
It really does.
God knows what freaks might move in instead.
But it's more than that though, isn't it?
Is it?
You've pursued me since the moment I got here.
And sometimes I've felt flattered
and other times I've felt... harassed.
I guess, I'm starting to see what might have been.
Only now when it's almost too late.
So how about we do what you said and throw caution to the wind?
Oh. Now.
This is what you want, isn't it?
Yeah.
Davus! Davus! I'm finished.
Davus!
Jail break!
Hi! Out there! I'm late for a race.
Salve, Grumio.
- All right, Landlord. Pull us out, eh. - Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush.
Oh! Help!
Oh, by Jove, he's done the double.
Sex drought all year and then boom, sex flood.
- I'm a dirty love rat. - I know you are.
I'm so incredibly proud.
What the hell do I do though?
- Will they definitely tell each other? - Pretty sure they will.
Cynthia's also keeping it secret for now, but that won't last long.
Is it out of the question that they might be willing to share you?
Share me! They're more likely to stab me.
Look, I think it's best for all of us, but mainly me,
if the girls just got deported after all.
Good thinking.
Which, of course, they will if you lose the race.
Oh, no, no. Bad thinking. Don't make me throw the race, dude.
You don't have to throw it.
You're not gonna win it anyway, as we both well know.
All I'm saying is, if by some freak occurrence you look like you might win it, just don't.
OK, for me?
Fine.
Ah, cool, man.
May as well stop lunging then.
Cheers, man.
Right. Here goes.
Bloody hell.
In the next race we've got Castor at nine to four, Attibius at three to one,
Aidanus at seven to one, and Stylax at one hundred to one.
Hey.
I did the betting.
Cool. On Stylax, right? To win.
Yep. We'll make over 5,000 denarii if he wins.
The odds on him are brilliant, as in terrible.
Great. Well, then, come on, Stylax.
All right.
Yeah.
- Nuts? - Thanks.
Not for me.
Three, two, one...
Come on, Stylax!
Move it, Stylax!
Oh!
Uh-oh.
No. No, Grumio. No, Grumio.
Go on, Stylax.
Yes.
Whoa, Peggy. Whoa, Peggy.
Yeah, I can't...
Stop mooing!
Ah! Jove!
Final lap.
Come on! Come on, Stylax!
Whoa!
Jove!
I don't like it.
- You can do it! - Go on, Stylax!
- He's going to do it. - Oh. Great!
He's doing it.
Fucking... first!
Uh...
And the winner is Stylax!
Don't like it.
You were right about the girls. They're not gonna share you.
- Uh-huh! - You were right about the race,
it is the horse, and not the driver.
- Uh-huh! - Which frankly makes it
a stupid bloody sport. I mean, it's way too fast.
Especially when someone starts mooing.
How were I supposed to know that you needed him to lose
because you wanted the girls kicked out,
because you'd done the other one as well as the other one.
I can't keep up these days.
Yeah, neither can I.
Hey, how come you leaving? I thought you'd won enough to stay.
We're staying in Rome. We're just getting out of this shit pit.
We don't want to live next door to a squeaky voiced,
big nosed, lying, cheating bastard
who makes this face when this orgasms.
- I don't do that face. - You do, actually.
That's it then.
There goes the love of my life.
Which one?
Mmm, yeah, not sure.
I've really fucked it up this time, haven't I?
Oh, bullshit, man. You're my hero.
You've had sex with two girls in one week.
You live in the best city in the world and you get to hang out with me and G-man.
Things couldn't be any better. Hey.
Yeah, before we hug, can we maybe wash off the blood, shit and vom?
Oh. Yeah, sure.
Come on then, douche me.
This way, lads.
Wait. No, wait.
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