This is when Vorenus arrives to request leave, Pullo at his side. "Now that is a real soldier for you," Antony says appreciatively. "Most men just slip away into the night, but this one? He asks permission before he deserts me." He asks Vorenus what's up, and Vorenus quickly says that his children are alive and in slavery. "Good news, bad news, eh?" Antony remarks, and self-pities that losing one more good man today isn't going to make any difference. Vorenus and Pullo are about to gallop off, but Antony stands up to give them a message first: "Be sure to tell everyone you meet that Mark Antony is not defeated. He will return and all those who defied him will pay!" And he'll talk about himself in the third person some more. "That fucking little brat Octavian shall be first!" he yells. "Will do, chief!" Pullo chirps agreeably, wisely refraining from waving around that scroll he's got with Octavian's seal on it. With that, he and Vorenus are on their way.
Yet another subtitle tells us that we're in "Province of Asia (Western Turkey)" as the camera pans over rows and rows of tents in a huge army camp. Inside one of the tents, we're getting a quick update on how things are going with Brutus and Cassius. Long story short: they've managed to raise nine legions with 25,000 infantry and 10,000 cavalry. I have absolutely no idea how. "Almost a match for Antony," Cassius assesses. Of course, they'll have to catch Antony first. Brutus, now shorn and shaved, is getting fitted for a new set of armor. Cassius tells him that he looks magnificent. He even suggests that Brutus have his portrait done. "No time for such vanity," Brutus scoffs, flattered nonetheless. Cassius remarks, "It would please your mother," lest we forget whom he's been working for all this time. Brutus chuckles that it would indeed. He should go for it. Servilia's going to need some cheering up pretty soon.