SERVILIA: Thank you for joining me, gentlemen. Antony, we know you well. And you sir are Octavius, a relative of Caesar's. 

OCTAVIUS: That's right. Let's see Caesar was my mom's uncle. It can get confusing in Roman families. 

SERVILIA: Indeed. So I'm sure news of his death is very upsetting for you. Understandably so. And here you are meeting at Anthony's house, along with Lepidus, another Caesar supporter. And the three of you are planning to share power, correct? 

ANTONY: That's right. 

OCTAVIUS: That's right. 

SERVILIA: And what's the first step? What are you three discussing, if you don't mind me asking? 

ANTONY: Oh. The usual. At times of political turmoil like this, you've got to figure out who to kill, and who to spare. 

SERVILIA: Dear. That sounds a little gruesome. 

ANTONY: Politics is a life and death game, Servilia. 

SERVILIA: And so, how exactly do you do that? Is that a list you have, there? 

ANTONY: Yes. Standard procedure. You just put a little check by the ones who are supposed to die. 

SERVILIA: Ah. Right. Their names are pricked, you say. 

ANTONY: So this is what we have so far. 

OCTAVIUS: Wait, wait, he—he needs to die. Lepidus' brother has to die. 

SERVILIA: The brother of Lepidus has to die? 

OCTAVIUS: That's right. He's just on the wrong side. But Lepidus isn't at this interview. We need his consent. Do you know if he consents? 

SERVILIA: Well, it's his brother you're talking about, so I mean—I can't imagine that he would—Well. What do you know? Apparently that's fine with Lepidus. I do consent, he says. He's going to have his own brother killed. 

ANTONY: I told you this was rough business. 

OCTAVIUS: Prick him down. Antony. 

SERVILIA: Oh. Sorry. Lepidus says his brother should be killed only if Publius is also killed. Who is your sister's son, Antony, is that right? Your nephew? 

ANTONY: Fine. He shall not live. Look. With a spot, I damn him. See, Servilia? Politics is about compromise, about give and take. 

SERVILIA: Looks like it's mostly take. 

ANTONY: We should send Lepidus to Ceasar's house to have him get the will. 

SERVILIA: Wait, I thought you already had the will? 

ANTONY: You know, we don't want too many people benefiting from it. I don't want things to be more complicated than they need to be. 

SERVILIA: Wait, what? What about all that money for the Roman people? What about the will that you read at his funeral? 

ANTONY: Has Lepidus left? 

SERVILIA: Oh. Yes. He left. 

ANTONY: You know, I really don't like that guy. 

SERVILIA: You mean Lepidus? 

ANTONY: Yeah, I mean he's kind of a wimp, don't you think? I mean sure, he's good for errands and everything, but if we're going to divide the Roman Empire among the three of us—

SERVILIA: The threefold world divided as you call it. What is that Europe, Asia, Africa, I suppose? 

ANTONY: Exactly. That's a lot of territory. I'm just not sure that Lepidus deserves an equal share. 

OCTAVIUS: But you just gave him an equal say in who lives and who dies. 

ANTONY: I know I'm just saying. Look, I have a little more experience than you in these kind of things. Lepidus can help carry a load during this transition period. But he's basically a pack animal. We can load him up, and drive him onward, but when the work is done, I think we should put him out to pasture. 

OCTAVIUS: Whatever he's a tried and valiant soldier, I can tell you that. 

ANTONY: So is my horse, Octavius. And that's why I take good care of my horse. Lepidus is no different. Anyway, let's get back to work. 

SERVILIA: Yes, tell us what's going on now. 

ANTONY: Brutus and Cassius are building their armies. We better strike sooner rather than later. So Octavius, let all of our forces be combined. You know, we should start making plans immediately. 

OCTAVIUS: Agreed. We're like a bear tied to a stake, surrounded by vicious dogs. 

SERVILIA: Yes. And I guess you never know who's an enemy and who isn't. 

OCTAVIUS: That's right. Some that smile have in their hearts I fear millions of mischiefs. 

SERVILIA: No way. Millions of mischief. That was the name of my punk band in high school. 

ANTONY: We really should get going. 

SERVILIA: Sure. Good luck gentlemen.