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Oh, don't go on about it, Dad.

Yeah, except we're not going to.

They've done far more than that.

I tell you, Caecilius, that boy will come to no good.

Oh, lord of the mountain, I beseech you.

How’s your head sunshine

Oh, now, that's different. Who designed that, then?

But the Pyrovile are made of rocks. Maybe they can't be blown up.

Oh, I was never here.

Evelina, I'm sorry, but you've got to hear me out.

But the soothsayers, they all consume the vapours?

That is my job as city augur.

Water can boil and everything will burn, Doctor!

Well, I can invert the system so that the volcano will blow them up, yes,

It burns in the stars, in the cascade of Medusa herself.

But then, the soothsayers, the augurs, the haruspices, all of them,

It was taken! Pyrovillia is lost.

To all intents and purposes, right now, this is brand-new Rome.

there is something on your back.

In thousands of years.

- It hurts. -Oh, my love, is it too hot?

Pardon me, sir, I have guests. This is Spartacus and, uh, Spartacus.

Just say sorry.

- Every single oracle tells the truth. -That's impossible.

Well, you better hurry up and think of something. Rocky IV's on its way.

Death. Only death!

Lobus Caecilius, mining, polishing and design thereof.

Talk to me, that's all I want.