Quo Vadis?

We will go there. Give the guards
a hundred thousand sestertia,

or a hundred times as much...
they must release Lygia immediately!

Otherwise it will be too late.
l risk my life. l'm in disfavour.
Caesar will do anything to spite me.

Poppaea hates Lygia.
The girl has been followed.

Free her, or you'll both perish.
Christians to the lions!
Christians to the lions!
Mirmillon, take my good advice
and go your way.

Shout, or l'll break your neck!
Christians to the lions!
You reek of wine
and block my way.

Caesar said, ''Tell Vinicius
to attend the games

in which Christians will appear.''
He'll delight in your pain.

That's why we're still free.
You have orders to guard the prison?
Yes, noble Petronius.
The prefect fears an attempt
to free the arsonists.

You mustn't admit anyone?
- We mustn't.
- Thank you, Nigar.

A Christian!
Oh Christ!