Alexander's design for a world to be ruled by you and Caesar.

Marc Antony is dead.

Oh, yes.

No, Octavian, I speak of Caesar.

Drop this to one of the guards outside for Octavian. But be sure to wait.

Anthony Anderson

Hail Antony!

Caesar's can't be improved. Copy it. Of Caesar's son.

A small token.

I have come for Marc Antony.

The dying of such a man must be shouted.

Antony Anderson. Indeed ...

Antonian Orphanage.

Yes, Antony.

Hail Antony's legion!

And I choose to remain on Egyptian soil.

Of the dream you shared with Caesar that still fills your life.

You must have your share. Your titles and powers must be spelled out exactly.

Forgive me, Divine Majesty.

What does Octavian want? Marc Antony.

How wrong I was.

Lord Antony is dead.

Is that how one says it?

You know Anthony Keane?

Keep Antony close by.

Let him fritter away his life as he chooses but not the possessions and the empire of the Roman people!

Nor from Caesar's son.

They let him through.

Octavian. Stand back!

Your Majesty, I have never questioned your decisions.

This is not the time to begin.

There's only one Anthony Keane.

And war will come.

The adventures of Anthony Keane are much more interesting.

As a matter of form then, my name is Anthony Anderson ...

Do you trust this Marc Antony?

But you speak so well, Antony.

The Roman people. What are glory and possessions to them?

There was a poison in his heart, in his brain.

Your officers.

A golden eagle. Sighted at sunrise.

Dying the second time is painless and possibly an advantage to you.

I am on Egypt.

I have known you so long but so little.

I am no longer content to forgive Antony!