Cut to Vorenus's kitchen after dark, where Pullo -- now sash-free -- is tying up an unconscious Quintus and outlining his plan. It involves Pullo and Vorenus ditching Pompey's son in the river, digging up the gold, and lighting out for Spain. Vorenus tells Pullo to shut up. Pullo wonders what's wrong with his plan. Vorenus: "Even if it were not a monstrous sin to steal sacred property of Rome, you then ride through the streets on a litter, shouting and singing and broadcasting your theft to all and sundry. By sunrise, everyone will know what you did and where you are: here, in my house." All the more reason to go to Spain, if you ask me. But Pullo, embarrassed, asks what to do. Vorenus tells him to give it all back: "Go direct to Caesar now. Bring him Pompey's son as a sweetener. He might show mercy." It's a good plan, except for the part about Quintus being sweet. And the part where Caesar, whose actions Vorenus strongly disagrees with, is made flush with cash to pursue his plan. Pullo isn't trying to hear any of that, and Vorenus says it's an order. Pullo starts to act all wounded about wanting to share a "god-sent gift," but Vorenus roars, "An order!" Pullo snaps to attention, suddenly more obedient now than he ever was when Vorenus was officially his superior officer. Pullo asks if Vorenus will go with him, but Vorenus says that it's Pullo's mess. "Fine, I'll be off, then," Pullo says. Vorenus makes a hilarious gesture like, "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks." Pullo salutes Vorenus and wishes him luck, and then loads Quintus up into a fireman's carry and hauls him out the door.
Even though it's nighttime, Julii Cooper's party is still going on. Posca comes and whispers to Caesar, who excuses himself, bidding Mark Antony with a look to join him. As Caesar passes Servilia, he slows ever so slightly before moving on. Servilia smiles, equally slightly. Julii Cooper -- though not particularly big on subtle reactions herself -- is nonetheless capable of noticing them. She realizes that something's up. And it's under Caesar's toga.
Quintus is out in the stableyard, lying on the ground, conscious and grunting through his gag. Pullo paces next to him, and J. No huddles nearby, stripped of her finery. Pullo snaps to again as Mark Antony and Caesar come outside, the former saying, "Pullo, you scoundrel. What have you done now?" Pullo begins to explain himself to Caesar, but first things first to Mark Antony: "Who's this?" Pullo introduces Quintus, and Mark Antony cackles, "Quintus, my old cock! How good to see you so!" Caesar breaks his silence by coldly snapping at Pullo, "Explain." Pullo begins, but Caesar stops him and pulls him to one side when he learns that Pompey's men stole the gold from the treasury. Out of TV earshot of Quintus, he asks, "Pompey does not have it?" "He doesn't, sir," Pullo says excitedly, and then starts babbling to get himself out of trouble. Stone-faced, Caesar cuts Pullo off and asks where the gold is now. Pullo says that he buried it in the woods a couple of miles from the Flaminian Gate. Caesar finally cracks a smile, turns his eyes skyward, and breathes, "Thank you." No, thank you, Caesar. I've been watching this show for four weeks while everything goes just right for Caesar in his little campaign, riding the inexorable tide of history like he knows exactly where it's taking him, and he acts like it's all part of his master plan when in fact he's just the second-luckiest damn bastard in the Republic. Showing some sign that he recognizes that, even for a moment, does more to humanize him than anything I've seen from him so far.