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At the end of the 15th century,
Italy did not exist as a state.

Families ruled
the different provinces,

maintaining an uneasy balance
between themselves.

In the shadow of France and Spain,

the Vatican's influence was decisive
in the order of the Christian world.

The Duke of Valentinois!

Holiness,

I offer you my sword and my faith
in defense of the Mother Church.

Join our forces with the Spanish

in the war against the French and...

return.

Return with trophies and glory,

as you have always done.

So be it.

Holiness.

When we left Rome, emissaries were
sent to the different commands.

Is that not so?

To each and every one.

- What did the order say?
- Castelnuovo.

Castelnuovo?

Where are the men?

Where are the arms?

Where is the army that should have
been waiting here, and isn't?

And Miguel Corella?

Duke of Valentinois,

I arrest you for the murder
of your brother, Juan Borgia,

Duke of Gandia.

Who are you?
On whose authority do you act?

I am Gonzalo de C�rdoba, acting
on orders from my sovereigns,

Isabel of Castile
and Ferdinand of Aragon,

and the request
of Pope Julius II.

I am the Captain General
of the Vatican army!

You will be taken to Spain
and imprisoned.

Arrest him!

This is absurd.

This is totally absurd!

Whoever is responsible will pay,
and so will you!

And your people too!

Let go of me!

Tell whoever has ordered this
that I won't be here for long.

You hear?

You can watch day and night.

I'll cut off your heads
and send them to your children!

I am Cesare Borgia!

No one will prevent me
from ruling in Italy!

I am Cesare Borgia!

You hear?

THE BORGIAS

ROME, 12 YEARS EARLIER

It's the Borgias.

Come on.

Come on, hurry!

Come on.

We'll go through San Ignacio Square.

- It's the Orsinis' quarter.
- We can say hello to them.

We have to get on with
the other Roman families, Jofr�.

Well, what a surprise! The Valencians
have forgotten their way home.

But why am I surprised?

What are swine like the Borgias
doing in Rome?

It's not the place for them.

If you're looking for your father,
follow the smell.

Ignore him, Cesare.

What is it, Paolo?

Afraid your women will notice
the smell of a male for once?

Male?

All I smell here is ox,
like the one

on your coat of arms.
But I don't know if it's male.

Ask your sister.

Bastard!

Cesare, no!

Not today.

Cardinal Zivo.

Rodrigo Borgia.

Cardinal Ascanio Sforza.

Rodrigo Borgia.

Cardinal Giovanni Colonna.

Rodrigo Borgia.

Cardinal Raffaele Riario.

Cardinal Giovanni di Medici.

Cardinal Michele.

Cardinal Francesco Piccolomini.

Cardinal Gianbattista Orsini.

Cardinal Giuliano Della Rovere.

Cardinal Della Rovere, your vote.

Cardinal Giuliano Della Rovere,
your vote.

Rodrigo Borgia.

Habemus papam!

Long live Alexander VI!

Long live Rodrigo Borgia!

Today, yes, Juan.

Juan,

I am the Pontiff's secretary.
After attending to their eminences,

His Holiness wishes to see
all his children in private.

I'll get Lucrezia.

A palace for me, mother!
I can't believe it.

Your father has always loved us.

Now that he has achieved
what he always desired,

- he'll give each of us the best.
- The best?

I don't know for whom.

He's going to make me a cardinal.

You, a cardinal?

Yes. Of Valencia, I think.

- Do you know what that means?
- Hurry up.

Cardinal!

You'll be a handsome cardinal!
Let me hug you.

Lucrezia, come here,
you're spilling all the water!

We'll never finish.

My children!

Pontifex sum.

I am Pope!

Juan!

There are great things ahead of us.

Jofr�!

I'd like you to meet
Cardinal Ascanio Sforza.

Cardinal, these are two
of my three sons.

The Cardinal's help

was decisive in getting
your father elected as Pope.

Always at the service
of Our Mother Church.

Of course.

Holiness.

Gentlemen.

I had to name him vice chancellor

and grant him the city of Nepi
to get his support.

Come! Come, my little one!

Father!

Come here.

I knew God had chosen me
the day I saw your face.

You get prettier every day.

Cesare.

It's not that, Rodrigo,
I mean, Holiness.

It's the procedure.

You've been vice chancellor,
you know that audiences...

Precisely.
I know better than you.

And if the Pontiff wants to hold
audiences in his own rooms,

he'll have a good reason,
won't he?

The protocol...

I decide the protocol.
I decide everything.

We won't spend the next years
discussing everything, Burkard.

And Giulia Farnese is to have access
to my rooms when I so wish.

- Eminence...
- Holiness.

Holiness, prudence is...

Other Popes
have had women in their beds

and we've seen it.
Prudence!

I am Alexander VI.

Let others be prudent.

Red and yellow.

Our colors.

Even the sky wants
to honor the Borgias.

A new era is starting
for our family today.

An era that your father has awaited

for thirty years,

since Calixtus III,
my uncle and Pope at that time,

brought me from Xativa.

Since I became cardinal,

secretary,

vice chancellor.

Since our enemies

treacherously killed
my poor brother, Pedro Juan.

Thirty years during which
I have been learning

and waiting to be

what I am today.

And now,

Rome will know
the glory of the Borgias.

I'll be delighted to help crush
the arrogance of the Roman families.

No, Cesare.

We won't be content
with mere revenge.

It was hard to prevent them

- expelling us from Rome.
- Rome?

Rome will belong to the Borgias.

The Orsinis, Caetanis, Colonnas...

All those families who repudiated us
for being foreigners

will have to bow down
and respect us, children.

Respect us.

Because the Lord,

who decides all,

has put His power in our hands.

We are

law, justice,

order.

We will not let crimes
like robbery, murder,

non-payment of tributes,
heresy,

sedition, witchcraft adultery,

continue to sully the name
of this holy city

which has to be a model
for the rest of Christianity.

And then,

we'll change the course of history.

Those who use the Church's power
to feed their own interests,

dictating laws
that benefit only them,

will taste the flavor
of the Lord's justice

and will never again
hold those positions

from which they ignored Christian
morality, the people's hunger

and the security of our lands.

The Borgias will be a scaffold
for the greedy, the corrupt,

the traitors,

and the privileges of certain
cardinals, noblemen and landowners

will be revised
and their excesses curtailed.

What are you doing?

Is this how you use the money
you steal from the Vatican, Colonna?

I have never stolen.
Who said that?

Everyone, Colonna.

Matthew says in the Gospel

that if your hand
is the cause of sin, cut it off.

Alexander VI is not the messenger
of God, but of Satan.

He is the God of money.

He is Lucifer.

He is the Anti-Christ!

Those who believe
they are truer than we are

will understand that the word
of the Lord has one legitimate voice,

the Borgias.

TWO YEARS LATER

Excellent work, maestro.

I am truly amazed.

It has a beauty that almost
equals that of the model.

May I see it?

- May she?
- Of course, Holiness.

See how much the Pontiff loves you?

Are you happy now, little Giulia?

Only if you give me a kiss.

You'll remember my brother
Alessandro, won't you?

Giulia, Giulia,

you never stop.

His Eminence,
Cardinal Cesare Borgia!

Giulia.

Hello, Cesare.

Cesare, look at this marvel.

I've had her painted as Our Lady.

With this picture, I can adore

sacred love and profane love
at the same time.

Do you like it?

Our maestro will do others
with images of all the family.

They're starting a Resurrection
in which I appear.

And another where you, as cardinal,
will have an important place.

And that isn't all.

Follow me, Cesare!

I've known stubborn people,
people unable to appreciate

the unmerited gifts
life has given them,

but you still surprise me.
You don't appreciate what you have.

Listen,

can you imagine the wealth
and power you will have

as a cardinal?

I'm not made for prayer, father.

I don't want to spend my life
in these rooms.

Giulia is torturing me

to make a cardinal of her useless
brother, Alessandro Farnese,

and you, my son, reject it.

Yes, I am your son,

but I'm the first born.

Precisely, Cesare.

You will learn that it is here,

between these walls,
that great fortunes are built,

and it is from these rooms
which you detest

that Rome is ruled.
Rome and all the Christian world.

You are mistaken to think
you count for less than the others.

I have great plans

for each one of you.

Holiness,
the Duke of Gandia is here.

Juan!

In the north, the land is controlled
by the Sforzas of Ludovic the Moor.

In the south, the blue
of the Aragonese of Naples.

And in between, Rome.

That is, us.

We must make alliances
that will ensure our position.

Alone, we are nothing.

Juan, your marriage
to the Duchess of Gandia

has won us friendship with Isabel
of Castile and Ferdinand of Aragon,

even if they keep begging.

They want the Portuguese share
of the New World, but

they'll always need the Papal Bull.

And we are going
to marry off Lucrezia

to one of the Sforzas of Milan.

- Who is he?
- Giovanni.

Giovanni Sforza?

He is half a bastard.

He is no one.

He pays tribute to the Church

and is a nephew of Ludovic the Moor.
I ask no more of him.

And for Naples, father?

For Naples, Sancha of Aragon,
daughter of Alfonso.

An illegitimate daughter,

but she is one of the most beautiful
and exuberant women in Naples.

- We'll marry our Jofr� to her.
- Thank you, father.

And I?
Do I stay here in the Vatican?

You'll obey your father
like a good son,

and your Pontiff
like a good Christian.

Cesare, if you have
anything against me, say it,

but I've got nothing to do
with your father's decisions.

Very well, Miguel.
Thank you.

What's wrong?

Are you angry with me?

I'm angry with

- life.
- Why?

Because our father
hasn't found you a wife?

No, because I'm not made
to be a cardinal,

while Juan is Duke of Gandia,
a father and a captain.

You have to be obedient.

Our father knows
what is good for the family.

Stop it, Lucrezia.

Aren't you my little brother
anymore? Cesare!

Leave me alone!

Cesare!

Our father did well
to put you in a habit!

To my sister Lucrezia's happiness

and to the Borgias!

To the Borgias!

Let us also drink

to the family that has taken us
to its bosom,

in the hope that our bloods

may merge in one.

To the Sforza family!

Brother-in-law,

I advise you to care for her.

Remember,
your wife has three brothers.

Who is that wonder?

Sancha of Aragon,
and her brother Alfonso.

That's Sancha of Aragon?

Juan...

- She's going to be Jofr�'s wife.
- Yes, I know.

Jofr� is fortunate.

Let's hope he keeps that royal female
where no man can look at her,

because if a man sees her,
he's lost.

Brothers, I want you to meet
my future wife

and your future sister-in-law,
Sancha of Aragon.

Cesare and Juan Borgia.

My lady,

it is a pleasure.

Aren't you two dancing?

I can barely stand up.

That's a scandal.

We'll remedy it immediately.

Will you accompany me?

You'll start with Bracciano castle.

Virginio Orsini has retreated there.

He is your first objective.

Captain Guidobaldo di Montefeltro,

I am sure your experience
will be very valuable

in advising our beloved son, Juan,
Captain General of the Vatican army

which will have to lead us to victory.
And you, Juan,

go with our blessing

and remind the Orsinis

that they owe obedience
to the Supreme Pontiff Alexander VI

and that he will never allow

opposition to the law
imposed by the Holy Mother Church.

A body like that is not made
for prayer and fasting.

It's a pity.

If your father hadn't dedicated you
to an ecclesiastic career,

perhaps I would be married to you
instead of to your brother Jofr�.

He is never to find out.

That is my wish too.

In any case, no one is forcing you
to cuckold him.

Tell me, Cesare.

It is hinted that you and your father
share your sister Lucrezia's bed.

Never say that again.

Is that clear?

Never say it again.

Never again.

Never again.

Let's go!

No one could foresee that
instead of going to the castle

Vitellozzo would attack our camp.

It's senseless.
Even Guidobaldo never imagined it.

We couldn't react.

It was butchery.

And Guidobaldo di Montefeltro
was taken prisoner?

Yes, that's what I said.

Prison-er.

Stop writing!

Pardon?

Put down that damn quill!

Do we have to live with a raven
that spies on our every breath

and records everything
in his damn registers?

We know he's a prisoner.

The news doesn't need
Abbot Burkard's quill to fly.

That's enough.

One defeat means nothing.

We'll get our own back.

Meanwhile, we'll pay
the ransom Orsini demands.

For Guidobaldo?

It's 3,000 ducats.

His family is rich,
they can pay it.

Wasn't he the expert?

No, Juan.

Whoever betrays us, pays,

but whoever is our friend
must know he can count on us.

I'll go.

The Orsinis and the Borgias should
agree, and avoid useless disputes.

Useless and dangerous.

I heard that your brother Juan
was wounded.

Wounds can be cured, eminence.
Death is the only certainty.

You are right, cardinal,

but that is no reason to hasten
our encounter with it.

Often it is not for us to decide.

True.

Cesare,

shall I do it?

No, you'll do as I say,
how I say.

Wait for me in the kitchen.

How will you dissolve
this marriage?

I don't want to be widowed
so young.

It's the safest way.

And you won't be alone for long.

Of course.

I'm such a fool.

Otherwise, why such concern
about my conjugal happiness?

- Lucrezia...
- No!

You must talk to our father again
and say I don't want to.

Or else I'll go.
I'm sure I can convince him.

You can't do that.
He doesn't know I'm here.

I thought you'd understand.

Giovanni Sforza will never support
our cause in Naples.

He isn't the right husband
for the family.

No, Cesare.

It's not that.

You hate him.

Yes, you!

You could never stand him.

No one could.

Not even you.

Jofr�!

What are you doing, son?

You're drunk.

Of course I'm drunk.

It's what I do well.

I don't like you talking like that.

Cesare, tell our mother
what you all think of me.

That I'm good for nothing,

not even to be the husband
of that whore!

That's enough.

She's not here, is she?

No, she's not here.

She'll be looking for something
better than a Borgia.

People don't like the Borgias.

- Everyone hates us.
- I said, that's enough.

Of course, eminence.

Pontifical cardinal.

By the way,

they say you share
your sister with...

I said, enough!

Things aren't solved
that way, Jofr�.

You must stop drinking.

Thank you, mother,
I'm better now.

Don't confuse love

with matrimony.

Well,

where did you hear all that?

Everyone says it,

- in all the gossip shops in Rome.
- Rome?

They just sow poison
around the name of Borgia.

It's lies.

Lies?

They say Sancha
is sleeping with Juan.

Don't listen to them.

Lies?

Have you seen
how she flaunts herself?

Jofr�, Sancha is

a woman.

What do you mean?
Am I not man enough for her?

I mean she has got sin
written on her flesh

and that
doesn't depend on you.

You're talking like a cardinal.

One day
I'll confess my sins to you,

the ones that are stuck to my skin.
Let me be a Borgia in that, at least.

My prey!

No, leave me alone.

I'll leave you naked!

Stop it!

What's wrong?

We have to talk.

We'll talk afterwards.

What are you doing?

You have to go away.

But, where? Why?

They're going to kill you.

You have to help me.

Don't let them kill me.

Help me.

Giulia,

nothing is lovelier than your body
between these sheets

but my duties are my bane.

Of course.

Tell me when you want me
to come back.

My husband will bring me.

Tomorrow.

Who let that woman come in?

How dare you present yourself here?

Why won't you receive me?

I've done no wrong, Holiness.

You haven't?

You're a married woman.

Where is your husband?
I'll tell you where he is.

Hiding among his family,

far from the marriage bed

where he should be
until I say otherwise!

I know nothing, I swear.

Are you laughing at me?

Is that it?

Is that what you're doing?

If I deserve to be punished, do it.

Oh, Lucrezia,

you take advantage
of how much I love you.

Come here.

Come on.

Come here beside me.

You know, Burkard?

Perhaps

our Lucrezia is right
in not wanting to be widowed.

But in that case
she'll have to be a virgin again.

Here she is.

So it was true.

I don't know
what to do with you.

You don't?

But I don't want to leave
these four walls.

What do you think you're doing?

Well,

the cardinal has come
to preach a sermon.

What is it?

Are you envious?

Am I going to Hell?

At least in Hell,
no one would find out.

Are you going to kill me?

- We're sick of your stupidity.
- "We"?

Who is "we"?

The family, Juan.

The family!

Father.

Lucrezia, my child!

- Wait here, Penthesilea.
- I will.

You came very quickly.

Good! An obedient daughter.

Come, sit here with your father.

Know what this is?

You're free, my child.
Read it.

Giovanni Sforza
admitted everything.

Your marriage will be annulled
and you can choose a new husband.

What's wrong?

Aren't you happy?

I would be, if I could
truly choose my husband.

What are you saying?

You have a duty to fulfill.
You are Lucrezia Borgia,

not a peasant who can marry
just anyone.

Your life is a matter of state.

Feelings are for the rabble.

We have a destiny.

You don't understand, do you?

I must find a marriage

that will suit the project
I have designed for you all.

But until I find it
and to avoid gossip,

you should go into
the San Sixto Convent.

I won't!

You've made me a virgin again
to make me a nun?

It's just for a while,

to show everyone your grief
at the annulment of your marriage.

It's all arranged.

True.

It's all arranged.

Everything.

Mr. Perotto

will be at your side
while you're a guest of the nuns

on the old Via Appia,

and your maid Penthesilea,
of course.

You'll want for nothing
and I'll bring you back soon.

Perotto is Spanish,
a writer and a poet.

He is an educated man,
faithful to us and to our cause.

He'll collect you
at your mother's house.

She tried to persuade me
against sending you away

but now she, like you,
has understood

that a period in retreat
means your virginal image

will be accepted
by all and sundry.

His Excellency
the Captain General of the Army,

Vicar of Viterbo,

Duke of Gandia,

Juan Borgia!

Duke of Gandia,
welcome to my home.

Cardinal.

- Thank you for the invitation.
- No, I thank you for coming.

Cardinal Riario.

Duke.

Cardinal della Rovere.

Please, Duke, be seated.

A little wine?

I'm delighted to see you,

my lord Duke of Gandia.

I'm sure he's delighted too,

as the last time he saw you

he had his back to you,

which is how one is
when one is running away.

Sire,

I don't know you,
but I won't permit...

- Gentlemen!
- My name is Felipe Brancaccio.

I'm a friend of Giovanni Sforza,

who until a few days ago mounted

your "immaculate virgin sister".

I must admit that

having a father who can
put the pieces together again

after he has broken them

isn't bad at all.

Forgive me, Duke,

I don't know what to say.

Say nothing, Cardinal,

or the Duke will go and hide
beneath his men's corpses

to save his ass.

Please, Duke, I beg you...

Or will you go and sleep
with your sister,

as your father and brother do?

I think his name is Brancaccio.

He's a friend of the Sforzas.

- Did they say anything else?
- No, they didn't.

I want you to write the names
of all those who were there.

How dare they?

And you, Juan?

Did you say nothing, do nothing?

Did you not react?

I was Cardinal Orsini's guest.
What could I do?

What could you do?

They insult your family
and you do nothing.

What kind of blood
runs in your veins?

Giovanni Sforza wants revenge
for the joke we played on him.

Being repudiated isn't agreeable,
much less so

if you lose the dowry
as well as your wife.

But I'm surprised they wanted
to humiliate us like that.

We must think of a response.

There's no time to think.

Cardinal Borgia, welcome.

Are you joining the hunt?

Who is Felipe Brancaccio?

Are you looking for me?

Whoever values his life

should not make a single movement!

Greetings from our holy father,
Rodrigo Borgia,

and from his family

who honor him

and love him.

Cesare despises me
because he envies me.

He never wanted to be a cardinal.

He tells the four winds
that his destiny is the battlefield.

and he could do it better than I.

He wants my position.

He's an obedient son,
don't fear him.

I fear no one.

Brancaccio won't speak
of the Borgias again.

You've paid little attention
to his glances.

- He is anxious to have you.
- It's not true.

What do you mean?

I've seen him spying on you.

Either I'm greatly mistaken

or he is dying of love for you.

Well, cardinal,

no red robe tonight?

Not when I go hunting, Juan.
You know that.

Hunting?

- I'm going hunting tonight too.
- Yes.

Leave some prey
for he who has a right to them.

Stop arguing.
You don't seem like brothers.

- Behave like the Christians you are.
- It's true. Christians.

Just look at the family.

The Borgias
are the perfect family.

My father, the Supreme Pontiff.

My mother, a saint.

My brother, a cardinal.

And my sister,
shut away in a convent!

What about me?

- What about you?
- Yes, me.

Who or what am I?

Sit down and be quiet.

No, I don't want to be quiet.

And I don't want to be told
to be quiet.

I'm leaving.

Why?

It doesn't matter
if I'm here or not.

Jofr�...

Leave him be, mother.
He's drunk, like everyone.

Did I say something?

Something I shouldn't have?

If the only joys in life
were those given by one's children,

I'd only have grief.

Good night, excuse me.

Shall we go, Cesare?

Alfonso of Aragon
isn't just Sancha's sister.

He's a Neapolitan nobleman,

much loved by the King of Naples

who, should he marry our sister,
will make him Duke.

Sancha's brother?

It was her idea, wasn't it?

- Whose?
- Sancha's.

She convinced you.

No, it was our father's idea.

Let's not fight over her.

Not over Sancha.

Why would I want to?

Come on, Juan.

Are you coming?

Please yourself.

Be careful.

I've got money, arms,

and a name that,
thanks to you, scares people.

I have nothing to fear.

Riccio, let's go!

I never know if you're being serious
or having fun at my expense.

A little of both.

So you think Lucrezia
is prettier than I?

No, it's not that.

I see her in a different way.

- She's my daughter.
- I could be, too.

Believe me,
I've often thought that.

Holiness!

Burkard,

I hate these apparitions of yours.

They only forebode something sad,
terrible or impertinent.

What is it now?

The Duke of Gandia, sire.

Get back!

What a tragedy!

He was here this morning
when I came to open the store.

Riccio,

where's Juan?

I did all I could to help him.

I swear, all that I could.

Where's Juan?

Eminence, he's dying.

Where is the Duke?

Miguel!

They found his horse
in the Jewish quarter.

One of the stirrups was cut through
with a dagger.

Everything shows
that it was an ambush.

They are searching all of Rome
and the outskirts.

Cesare is organizing it.

God!

My boy!

My poor boy!

God!

God!

If you wanted to punish me,

you could have chosen
another way to do it.

Why him?

Why?

Juan!

My boy!

My boy...

Look around the bend,
in the bushes.

Corella! He's here!

So many people
would have liked to do it.

What I don't understand

is why Rodrigo refuses

to look for the culprit.

Maybe he's found him already.

He is famed for being
a determined man

but he is also very prudent.

You must admit that.

It is a curse from God.

For my sins,

the Lord has taken away my boy.

We have to reform the Church,

repent,

ask forgiveness from Our Lord,

and from his Holy Mother.

Without Juan,

everything is over, Cesare.

It is all useless.

Don't talk like that.

Nothing is over.

We can't give in to our enemies.

I'll finish what Juan couldn't do.

They say you killed him.

Do you believe that?

If you do, kill me.

Take away the life you gave me
if you do.

Let me do it, father.

Let me do it.

I have had a letter
from Cesare too.

He is no longer a cardinal
and he's going to France.

I'm going to lose them all.

How can I stop this grief
from stealing your soul?

There's no way, my love.

My brother Juan is gone.

He left without saying goodbye
to me.

And what he was

only remains in my soul.

If that is the price,

I would die
to remain in your heart.

They'll come for me soon.

- What do we care?
- Perotto,

didn't you hear what I said?

Yes.

They will never permit this love.

There are things, my angel,

light of my life,

A YEAR LATER

Cesare!

Well, you were in a hurry
to cast off your cardinal's robes.

You can't imagine how much.

We missed you.

We thought you wouldn't
come back from France.

What manners,
Duke of Valentinois!

When you were cardinal
you weren't so impetuous.

They also say that you went away

because it was you
who had Juan killed.

What do you think?

I think that the ways of the Lord
are unfathomable,

but all lead to the glory
of the Borgias.

Is that why His Holiness

wants to marry Lucrezia
to my brother Alfonso?

Cesare, think a little.

Things have changed
in your absence.

The Spanish monarchs no longer
love us, if they ever did.

It is vital that we strengthen
our alliances now.

Isn't it enough to have Sancha?

You're not the one who has to marry.
Anything else?

Let's continue, Burkard.

Alfonso will be an excellent husband
for Lucrezia.

Go to that convent and tell her
that her penance is over.

It's harder to govern a family
than to govern the Vatican.

That's why I never had one.

What else do we have?

The French ambassador,

the Duke of Urbino,

a group of the faithful
from Portugal...

Stop.

Stop, Burkard.

Stop.