Mio figlio Nerone Page #5

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- Aniceto, have you got a good grip on him?

- Yes. - Sure? - Yes!

You German spy, we'll cut off your ears!

Mercy! Caesar, I am a only a worker of Pozzuoli.

What are you doing at the bed of my mother?

- I am one of the plumbers working in the villa.

- Yes sire.

We are only fixing the water pipes.

They leak on the bed of your mother.

- And this?

- It's a marble ornament from the ceiling.

Unfortunately, we have no cement to put it back.

So we will secure it with iron bars.

It is safe as long as nobody comes near it...

Or else it will fall on the bed of your mother.

If someone touches it, it will falls down?

- If the slab is touched...

- Then it comes down? - It falls on the bed.

- I knew I'd find you here, Seneca.

- What kind of evil device is this?

- Why? - Are you sure it will work? - Oh yes!

It will come crashing down on the bed.

They need 5 more minutes to make it so.

There she is, she is coming this way.

You keep her busy, Seneca, 5 minutes.

Are you still here? Won't

Poppea be waiting for you?

Poppea is only my fiancee.

A philosopher ought to be in bed by now.

- Agrippina? - Yes?

- You underestimate your son's talent.

- The people have decided, there's nothing I can do.

- Agrippina!

- What's wrong?

- A headache. My head is spinning.

- Have you drunk anything?

- No. It must be my asthma.

Well then, the remedy is simple.

You must drink a glass of lemonade.

- Is there any in your room? - I think so.

- I'll take you there. - Thanks, Agrippina.

Up you go! Up you go!

Here, take this. Drink it all at once.

And it will solve all your problems...

Thanks. No, thanks, it's no use.

- For a philosopher the only remedy is... death.

- Philosophers!

What good is it always to think of dying?

A very great advantage, Agrippina,

it prevents any suffering in death.

Do as you will, but if the pain returns...

No! No, Agrippina, do not go away.

Agrippina! Do not leave me here alone.

- But what do you want?

- It wasn't asthma, it wasn't true.

Seneca, I am beginning to think that

your philosophy has driven you crazy.

- Stop it! You are wasting my time.

- Don't reject me like that!

- Do not crush the dream I have.

- what dream?

A dream that has been in my heart for 25 years,

and that I have never dared to confess.

I... I love you, Agrippina.

But you told me that you will marry Poppea.

Poppea is just a distraction.

Can an unripe fruit like her,

ever seduce a man of my taste?

I want to taste the sweetness of mature fruit.

Poppea is like ice and you are like fire.

Poppea is a stream and you are an impetuous river.

Oh, how I wish to drown myself in that river!

Do not resist me, Agrippina! Don't resist me!

Who is resisting? Your river is waiting for you.

Ready to sweep you away... we wasted 20 years.

- No more idle words. Do it quickly, Seneca.

- It would be beautiful, but it's late now.

What are you saying?

It is never too late for love.

It is nearly 4, I can no longer stay up!

- Then lie down.

- Every man's energy has limits.

Your passion is all smoke and no fire.

All of it, only words.

Yes, my dear, words. That's right. Words.

I feel sorry for Poppea if she marries you.

There is no man behind that grey beard!

- Don't exaggerate, Agrippina!

- Eunuch!

Me a eunuch?

You should ask your sister Livilla.

She always serves this family lemonade.

- Has everything been arranged?

- It is done.

- Aren't you going to bed?

- Later. I need to study these papers first.

- It will only take an hour or two.

- Maybe more. - I can stay up all night.

(Nero laughs)

Stop it!

Poppea, stop tickling my foot!

- Stop it, Poppea!

- Who is tickling you? I am combing my hair.

What? But there's something tickling my foot.

It's the snake! The one I put in mama's bed!

- Kill it, Poppea!

- It's impossible to sleep in peace here!

- I bet it was your mother who put it there.

- I'm sure. - You two keep exchanging it.

If you want to marry me you have to learn

to live with the vipers and the poison...

(scared)

- What is going on here?

- Caesar!

How can anyone sleep with such noise?

What do you want?

- We have found a snake in a room.

- I have killed it.

- It's the one from Tivoli. - What?

- Gone, and wake my mother.

Go! Quickly!

But my mother had three snakes...

The one from Tivoli, the one Poppea killed...

And the third one, with the horn.

The deadliest of them all!

The horned snake is still on the loose!

- Tacitus! - What do you want?

- Are you tickling me while I sleep?

- Who, me? - Yes, you touched my beard.

- Me? You are out of your mind!

Tesoruccius, do you smell a snake?

Senators, citizens, friends...

...the mother of Nero, the wise,

and the good Agrippina, is dead.

I do not cry for her, my friends, I envy her.

In death she has reached the perfection...

...that we all seek in vain while we live...

- Master, what is it?

- Nothing. I saw something impossible.

I didn't know engagement meant snakes in my bed.

- You will have to get used to it.

- I should have married that merchant.

Do you want to make me angry?

(jingle)

- Snakes are around and you are playing?

- Look at my latest invention.

Worthy of the imperial genius!

If a snake passes, it will move.

The bells will ring.

And then I hit it with this stick!

(cries)

Jupiter, Mercury and Saturn!

What happened?

The ceiling has collapsed. A catastrophe!

Oh no, Agrippina is dead!

No!

Agrippina is alive!

She lives.

- Yes! Yes! - She is. - She is alive!

Nero! Nero!

- There! The viper! - But who is this?

- It made the bells ring!

Aniceto, why are you pretending to be a snake!

Crepereius is dead, but your mother is alive.

- You fool! I must escape.

- No, the Germans are everywhere.

Where is the emperor?

- Good morning, Augusta.

- Where is the room of that woman?

Poppea? She is in the third room on the right.

- Have your men surround the villa.

- Jawohl!

- Aniceto, take Poppea away. - Come.

- No. - Leave now. - No.

- Didn't you hear, mama is coming!

- This is my bed, I'm not leaving.

Here she comes!

- Augusta, would like to tell you...

- Nero! NERO!

- Yes, mother?

- You, get out!

I was asleep.

Oh, mother! What brings you here?

You leave now, go away!

Very well, but you won't get away with this.

Oh, how beautiful you look, mother.

You are up very early this morning.

I almost stayed in that bed forever.

The ceiling has collapsed on my bed.

- The ceiling! You could have been dead.

- Instead, only Crepereius was killed.

Such a common end only happens to mortals.

- And you are immortal, then?

- Only history will tell.

This strange drink for example.

Have you ever seen this before?

- Not me. What is it?

- Poison. - Take it away!

- Would you like me to test its effect?

- Yes.

Yes, yes.

Oh, no! Mother, don't! Oh mama, why did you?

Oh, mother...

Mama, don't you feel anything?

- You are alright? - Yes. - Yes?

It's like a nice refreshment to me.

Mama, you actually like it?

I take poison every morning with my breakfast.

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