Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shoot to kill!
- Doctor, what are they doing? -And you, daughter of
Veni, vidi, vici.
- How did you know that? -And you.
Lord, I beg of you, show yourself.
Never. It's an honour.
I mean, they had always been, shall we say, imprecise.
The Romans haven't even got a word for "volcano". Not until tomorrow.
This is an age of superstition, of official superstition.
Someone must make a choice.
Don't know what you mean, Spartacus.
Are you seeing that boy again?
What is it? What is the circle?
A choice.
Come on now, Quintus, dignity in death.
They know we're here. Come on!
It's 79 AD, 23rd of August, which makes volcano day tomorrow.
Could we be any more trapped?
Not too difficult to stop, but I reckon that's just the foot soldier.
Oh, she has been promised to the Sibylline Sisterhood.
Tell them all the same thing, get all the components from different places
Revered Mother, you should sleep.
The augur is paid by the city to tell the future.
- Why, should they? Why do you ask? -No, no, no reason, just asking.
- Oh, no, no. We're not married. -We're so not married.
And I'm the only one left.
It was on my patch, wasn't it? I got 15 ses 30 for it. Lovely jubbly!
It's like Soho, but bigger.
The heavens have blessed me.
Don't start, Dad. It's what all the girls in Rome are wearing.
Out! Out! Everybody out! Quickly!
Well, come on, sweetheart, practise!
I warn you. I'm armed. Donna, get that grille open.
Then the whole planet is at stake. Thank you, that's all I needed to know.
Thank you, kind sir.
A new prophecy!
this volcano, what is that?
When was that, 17 years ago?
- If you want marble, I'm your man. -That's good.
Give thanks to the household gods before you go. There's a good boy.
Colosseum, Pantheon, Circus Maximus...
Oh, my God! It's...
Why can't this lot predict the volcano? Why is it being hidden?
One mountain, with smoke, which makes this...
We're in Pompeii.