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1494
Palm Sunday

We have all experienced great tragedy
these past ten days.

As the deluge claimed homes
and shops, loved ones and neighbors.

All except you, Borgia,
safe behind high walls on this hill.

While we sleep down
at the river's edge in huts.

Up to our assholes in mud.

And a monster prowls the shores.

- A monster?
- A mule's head on the body of a whore.

One human arm,
the other is an elephant's trunk.

On its back,
the bearded face of an old man.

A tail like a neck,
ending with a snake's head.

Scaly limbs. Its left foot like a hoof,
the right an eagle's talon.

This creature is a fiction,
born of anxiety and exhaustion.

- But my uncle told me...
- My grandson said...

Enough. Did you or you,
did anyone here...

actually see this thing
with his own eyes?

Again, a figment born of anxiety,
exhaustion and too much wine.

Or a sign of God's wrath,
as is the deluge itself.

Who says that? Who says it?

The monk in Florence, Fra Savonarola.

Fra Savonarola believes
that nothing you do, while you live...

will save your soul.
He believes in faith alone.

We believe in faith, of course,
but also hope and charity.

You are all welcome to remain
here on high ground

until the rains relent
and the tides subside.

Tents will be erected,
for expectant and nursing mothers.

Our own pantry
will feed every hungry belly.

And as for the monster,
you have our sacred word...

it will be conquered.

All we are asking, Cesare, is rather than force your
thinking upon the peasants, try to appease them.

- So, you believe there is a monster?
- Hardest thing to kill is that which does not exist.

- We did not create the peasants' fear.
- But we can use their fear to our advantage.

The Papal Guard should be visible, out
on the shores of the Tiber, patrolling.

Inform Captain General Doria.

Holy Father,
I have a report from Venice.

General de Córdova has hurled
the Turks back to Constantinople.

We are grateful to him and to you
for sharing your intelligence.

Fucking jackals!

Conquering the monster may restore the
peasants' faith, but what of those two?

We do not need their faith
nor even their vote for much longer.

We have summoned to Rome
several of your Spanish cousins

to bolster our strength in the Consistory.
- When do they arrive?

- Tomorrow, if the winds are favorable.
- We will have a welcoming banquet.

Eminence, might I suggest that you
refrain from the word "deluge"...

which brings the mind to Noah and
encourages these theories of God's wrath.

Describe this monster to me again.

A mule's head on the body of a
whore, one arm like an elephant's trunk.

On its back,
the bearded face of an old man.

A tail like a neck, ending with
a snake's head. Scaly limbs.

Its left foot like an eagle's talon.

Where were you when I laid
the foundation of the Earth?

Tell me if you have understanding.

Have you entered
the storehouses of the snow?

Or have you seen the storehouses
of the hail...

that I have reserved
for the time of trouble?

For the day of battle and war?

Who has cleft a channel
for the torrents of rain...

and a way for the thunderbolt?

Can you lift your voice to the clouds
that a flood of waters may cover you?

Can you send forth lightnings
that they may go and say to you:

"Here we are"?

- God have mercy.
- Amen.

This was the Lord Almighty
in dialogue with Job, an innocent man...

who fears God and turns away from evil.

Job did not confuse
the whims of his own will...

with the absolute will of the Lord,
yet Job was not spared divine rebuke.

So what of a pope in Rome
who clings to power...

and soils a once holy city with vile
corruption and vainglorious greed?

This Borgia bull, confusing
his will with God's, worse -

trampling the will of God.

Make no mistake.

Borgia wishes to pull Florence into
the very same abyss.

I will not let that happen.

- Do not be sad, my child.
- Sad?

In the two months
since I gave up my child...

the chasm in my heart
has been filled by determination.

- Be careful.
- I will not be careful.

A real mother fights
to keep her children close.

I will get Giovanni back or die trying.

I must go milk myself.

Basta, you little beast. He does
nothing but sob, sob and sob.

He misses his mother.

Walk Giovanni to the stables.
Return when he is numb.

I was once called La Bella,
the most beautiful woman in Rome.

Children have turned me into a hag.

That is why Rodrigo does not summon
me to his bed.

He has not even seen you once,
these past few months.

I have told Alessandro, when next there
is a banquet at the Apostolic Palace...

we must be invited.

And then you will dazzle.

Body tight, face bright, a ravishing gown.

Venus in the flesh.

- I have slain the monster.
- Or so you will claim.

Speak with caution, Cardinal Farnese.

There is enough powder in my arquebus
for one more jackass.

Twice now you've threatened to kill me.
Are your threats as false as your monster?

We will see, Farnese.

People of Rome, I, Cesare Borgia...

give you the head of the vile
and terrible monster.

Fear no more.

- He's ready to battle the real monster.
- Savonarola?

Make my heart happy, Lucrezia.
Let me escort you to the banquet.

Are you here again, Di Calabria?

I cannot stay away from
your sweet daughter.

Lucrezia has been ill.
She needs a few more days' rest.

- I'm a patient and a prisoner.
- But not a patient prisoner, I see.

If you dote on me as you claim,
come back after the banquet.

Tell me all you have heard. Instead
of a flower, bring word about my future.

No chivalry, just go.

Tell Cesare to visit us.

- Alfonso di Calabria is a reptile.
- A snake has its purpose.

To get little Giovanni in my arms once
more, I need to embrace every creature.

- Here is the hero.
- Delayed by more monsters, Eminence?

Wish you had thought of it, Eminence?

Verbum incarnatum. His Holiness,
Pope Alexander VI of that name...

calls to order
a meeting of the Consistory.

So much for Savonarola's
soggy indictment of Rome.

His tirades continue unabated,
Holiness, rain or shine.

Of greater concern is
his call for a council to depose you.

Even more reason to appoint
a vice chancellor.

- We agree and are ready to do so.
- Do you have a man in mind?

We do. Cardinal Borgia.

You doubt our choice?

Just when he pacified the peasants
with the head of the Tiber monster?

- A stunning display of integrity.
- His timing borders on the divine.

The very week we celebrate Palm Sunday
when our Lord triumphantly entered Jerusalem,

the people sing hosanna to Cesare.

But remember our Lord's triumph
did not last but a week.

The duties of the vice chancellor
require a little more than mere trickery.

A steady mettle, a clear understanding
of canon law, an ability to supervise.

A gift at training new priests and,
above all, a soft heart.

Cardinal Borgia is many things.

But a calming guide to souls
is not one of them.

Fine. We will give Cardinal Borgia
the chance to prove himself.

He will go to Florence and represent us.

I know the danger Savonarola presents
and will determine the monk's true aims.

Perhaps someone more versed
in sacred dogma should go.

Excellent point. You shall accompany
me, Cardinal Farnese.

We shall set aside our enmity
for a common cause.

Herr Burchard,
the next order of business?

Ah yes. We present
Bishop Juan Borgia Lanzol.

Bishop Francesco Borgia,
Bishop Pedro Luis Borgia Lanzol.

Bishop Gian Borgia da Mila
and Bishop Alfonso Borgia...

for election
to the College of the Cardinals.

Why not change the name
to the College of the Borgias?

- Did you say something, Eminence?
- Only that Spain must feel quite empty.

- Herr Burchard, let us vote.
- Is there a point?

- If you want them elected, they
are elected. - Eminences...

My cousins and I live
to serve God's great church...

but cannot do so unless
we have your support, your blessing.

I wish for there to be a vote.

I wish for validation from
the men who would be my peers.

Here are documents demonstrating the
good works we have performed in Spain.

All notarized by her most
Catholic Majesty Queen Isabella...

who is renowned throughout
Christendom for her honesty...

and love of the Church.

Why did you not ask me first
if I wanted to be Vice-chancellor?

Do you?

No. But I dared not contradict you
in that nest of tarantulas.

Being Vice-chancellor increases
your chances of becoming pope.

I do not want to be pope.
I want to be a king. Emperor.

An emperor defeats his enemies
sometimes by war, sometimes by diplomacy.

Conquer Savonarola and your glory
will spread. To the court of Naples.

She whom I love is in France. I will
go to Lyon and win Carlotta's heart.

First Florence and then Lyon.

Savonarola is as great a threat to our
papacy as the armies of King Charles.

If you refuse to do what we ask, when you
return from France, another man may be pope.

"It is not by the display of
power and pomp

cavalcades of retainers and richly-
housed palfreys or by gorgeous apparel

that the heretics win proselytes.

It is by zealous preaching,
by apostolic humility, by austerity.

Zeal must be met by zeal,
humility by humility."

- Care to guess the author?
- Saint Dominic.

Founder of the Order to which
Savonarola belongs.

This is Dominic's rebuke of the papal legates
who failed to counter the Cathar heretics.

- Savonarola himself is a heretic.
- He is a man of spiritual extremes.

Our first tack must be to work
with him, not in opposition.

Compromise with this lowly monk
who sided with the French?

Turn him into an ally. A man of such fire
would be of great use to the church.

- And to us.
- So you want me to seduce him?

As a symbol of our papal love, you
present him with a cardinal's red hat.

- Despite his order's disdain for it.
- No one says he has to wear the hat.

And if he refuses,
if he proves to be truly virtuous?

Then we must not be perceived
as causing this to happen.

The Florentines must think his downfall
is born out of their need.

Go, with God's speed.

Do you still share the Consistory's
reservations about my son?

I fear you are trying
to extinguish fire with fire.

The truth, Francesc,
is that I have come to fear Cesare.

I only hope
Savonarola will do the same.

- I hear that you go to Florence.
- Yes.

- I will come with you.
- No.

- Giulia, at least you are in Rome.
- Alessandro...

Alessandro, do not take offense.

I love your villa, but I long to live
in the Apostolic Palace once more.

- And you will.
- Just be patient.

The clock ticks.
Your sister grows no younger.

His Holiness,
Pope Alexander VI of that name.

Holy Father...

when will you come see our daughter,
Laura and our son, Giovanni?

One day soon.

I am doomed.

- Lucrezia, here is Cardinal Lanzol.
- Cardinal? Cousin.

Welcome. But what brings you
so far from the banquet?

Besides the chance to meet
my beautiful cousin?

There is always a "besides"
in the Borgia family.

You are without a lady-in-waiting.
Angela, Hieronyma.

- This is my little sister, Angela.
- Pleased to meet you, cousin.

- Younger, not little.
- Of course.

- And our first cousin, Hieronyma.
- We do not know you, Lucrezia...

but we share a history and a future.

- They will serve as your ladies.
- Well, this is a surprise.

Family is a constant surprise.

Nurse, I need help here.

Your mother's milk.

I am sorry, cousin.
She says it is an emergency.

Who?

He wants to be fed.

- I thought I was dreaming.
- You fill my life with nightmares.

You know I want Giovanni
to live with me, but the Pope insists.

You two saw nothing
and you know nothing, understand?

- What is the ruckus?
- I am ragged without sleep.

- Water, please.
- We will go.

- Do you need anything, dear?
- Just more of this.

Goodnight.

Each of us gets the sleep we deserve.

Giulia, can you not convince my father
to let my son live with me?

Believe this. If I could, I would.

Before we go any further,
why did you bring me along?

Last time we rode into Florence,
there was nothing but our excitement.

Two young students from Pisa,
ready for a break from our studies.

Was that yesterday or a century ago?

- Yes, this is true.
- But a secret.

- Then how did you...
- A lover has his ways.

- We...
- are betrothed.

- I will be a duchess again.
- A princess.

Uncle Federigo is to name me
Prince of Bisciglie.

- Bisciglie? Where is Bisciglie?
- I am so happy, Lucrezia.

Do not dance quite yet.

- You do not want me?
- The real question is, do you want me?

Have you not heard the rumors?
That I am no longer a virgin?

That I have a child out of wedlock?

Now, there's a word that means exactly what
it says. After you are wed, you are locked.

- I am soiled, Alfonso.
- And am I any better?

First, I am a bastard.
Second, I am no virgin either.

I have offspring scattered
throughout the Kingdom of Naples.

Our soiled past becomes our bond.

I am only interested in what tricks you
have learned in other men's beds.

Alfonso, you need not marry me to
become a Borgia. You already are one.

Now, may I hug you?

I hear Savonarola runs the city
like a monastery.

I suppose that brothel we happened upon
our first day is no longer soliciting business.

Or the tavern where you danced
on the table and sang.

sweet in goodly fellowship
tastes of wine and rare O

but to kiss a girl's ripe lip is a...

- Florence, what a city it was.
- What a shame it has become.

- What in the name of Christ is that?
- Bonfire of the Vanities.

- Burn sinful things before they burn you.
- They do this willingly?

- Their free will is blocked by fear.
- Fear of what? Savonarola has no army.

Fear of damnation.

Good girl. Good boy.

How did you do that?

- After four children? You were a terror.
- I was not.

Midnight to daybreak
for the first fourteen months.

Both lungs, basso profundo.

And now, forced into silence maintaining
this charade with Lucrezia's baby.

What am I to do?

How can I complain to Rodrigo when
he will not even look in my direction?

You must find the right person
to do the complaining for you.

Who? Alessandro?

No. He devised this plan
which has served its purpose:

getting you back to Rome.
You need a different champion.

Preferably a Borgia.

Cardinal Lanzol?

Madonna Giulia, you wish to see me?

Your presence is a much needed break
from motherhood.

They say having two
is three times as many as having one.

I am so exhausted, I see four.

Make no mistake,
I love my child... My children.

Of course.

Since I am here, we can
discuss Giovanni's baptism.

The Pope has asked me
to perform the sacrament.

Officially, I must ascertain the commitment of
the parents to raise the child in the Catholic faith.

- I think the odds are pretty high.
- Are they? In this case?

- A vow is a vow, is it not?
- If spoken by the real parents.

Oh, so you already know.

Lucrezia's two ladies-in-waiting.
Your sister.

- The Pope will be furious.
- You were about to tell me yourself.

- I cannot carry on this sham.
- Be of good cheer, I will ease your pain.

His Holiness, Pope Alexander VI...

calls to order the 278th meeting
of the papal commission...

- on reform of Holy Mother Church.
- 278th?

When we last met...

we were discussing the extravagant
lifestyles of our brother cardinals.

I say, banquet should consist of
one boiled meat, one roasted meat

and fruit.
- That is all? Pastry.

- One must allow for pastry.
- Pastry is an indulgence, a decadence.

- Most entertaining, thank you.
- The session has barely begun.

We grant you permission
to continue without our presence.

Pass whichever edicts
you deem necessary

to improve the health
of our beloved Church.

Enter.

- They arrived unannounced...
- Of course.

- Fra Girolamo. I am...
- I know who you are.

I'm aware of who comes
and goes in my city.

And the brother of the concubine.

She has supplied Borgia
with yet another bastard, yes?

Il Papa has sent this one
to test his mettle.

Let's see how he fares on his own.
Take Farnese out.

So much for Florentine hospitality.
Not much of the Florence I love remains.

A strange sight for you, yes.
No vice, no vulgarity, no vanity.

No passion for life.

Is that what is meant by the Lord's
passion in Gethsemane? A good time?

Here is a hint
for your Palm Sunday homily.

The word "passion" derives from pati,
Latin for "suffering."

- I know Latin, Fra Girolamo.
- But do you know true suffering?

Saint Peter of Verona.

He evangelized Italy
from Como to Rome...

bringing thousands
into the arms of Christ.

The Manichean heretics
tried to quiet him...

but Peter's denunciations
grew louder.

So they hired an assassin.

Carino, his soul black,
met Peter on the road...

and split his head open with an axe,
turning his face into a crimson mask.

Yet even with blood, bone and brain
pouring down his face...

Peter found the faith
to rise to his knees.

Unable to speak, he dipped his fingers
into his own blood...

writing on the ground:
credo in deum patrem.

Offering himself to the Lord,
a willing sacrifice.

A compelling legend. Yet, I cannot
help but wonder what might have been...

what more Peter could have
accomplished in the Lord's name

if he had seen the danger
and changed his course.

The Pope wishes to raise you
to the heights...

a prince of the church.

Our faith is not a trinket
to be traded, Borgia.

This is a matter of respect: Pope Alexander
for you, you for Pope Alexander.

Why would I want his respect
when I possess the truth?

What is hate or love
compared to salvation?

Tell me, Cesare Borgia,
who are you? What is your truth?

When have you seen
the face of God?

Ah, a Borgia with a conscience.

Then take heart.
There is still hope for you.

Carino, the assassin,
begged forgiveness...

for his part in Saint Peter's martyrdom.

Time for mass.

Who told you that the baby is not mine?
Lucrezia? Giulia?

- The who does not matter. I can help.
- How could you help?

Listen to the voices of the people
outside the Vatican wall.

The peasants call him Infante Romano,
as if any man could be the father.

The baby casts a long, dark shadow
over the Borgia's papacy.

So what do we do? Take Giovanni
to a hillside and bury him?

Yes, figuratively. Send him away.

In a basket of bulrushes perhaps,
float him down the Tiber?

- Cousin Adriana in Carbognano.
- Who was also sent away.

How do we know she will not taint
Giovanni, or worse, in sheer vengeance?

To prove herself once again worthy of your
love, she will raise him as if he were Moses.

Take the child, quickly and quietly.

Cousin, this is no easy task, telling a
mother that her child must be taken.

- No, Lucrezia. The answer is no.
- Who brought Isabella Matuzzi in here?

Did you not encourage me
to hand Giovanni over to Giulia?

That was a temporary solution.
This is a permanent one.

If Giovanni is taken further away from
Rome, you will never see him again.

- She can visit him any time she wants.
- If I want your opinion, I will ask.

Lucrezia, do not let this happen.

And how do I stop it? Defy the Pope?
Just like that monk, Savonarola?

- The Pope is your father.
- In that order...

So off the infant goes,
to that gorgon Adriana no less...

- who could turn Medusa herself into stone.
- Who are you to talk?

The mother of not one,
but four bastard children?

- You sent Juan to live in Spain and that turned him
into a monster. - Why are you trying to hurt me?

You did for Rodrigo's bidding
every step, spreading your legs.

And look at me: Juan is dead, Cesare is
absent, and you, my spitting image.

Because at your age,
I did not stand up for what was right.

Some days ago you were resolved to get
Giovanni back. Where is that resolve?

I see now. Even if I were to defy
the Pope, there is no defying God.

And losing Giovanni is punishment
for my despicable sins.

So yes, off he goes.

But I will accompany you to Adriana's.

I do not want to preach to you.
Let us simply speak with each other.

Agnola, I see you there.

I can hear the question on your lips
before you speak. You wonder:

"How can you debase a man
who serves as the mouthpiece of God?"

Fair question, I answer you thus:

My own eyes have gazed
into the light of the Holy Spirit.

The Light illuminates truth.

If the Light deceives me
and I deceive you, then God deceives.

Do you believe God would deceive us?
No.

But you, Lazzaro, you wonder
what did the Light illuminate?

I answer: Rome.

Rome, a city of winding streets
and dark recesses...

with shadows cast,
not by buildings, but by people.

Yes, Lazzaro...

in Rome there are more prostitutes
than Monte Cassino has friars.

This culture of sin extends all the way.

No, I do not point to Heaven
but at Alexander...

who brings the entire Church
to his level of debauchery.

- I tried to turn this into a crossbow.
- One priest sleeps with his concubine...

another with a boy and the next
morning both perform Holy Mass.

- We will need more to kill that lion...
- What do you make of such a Mass?

Niccolo Machiavelli.

But Silvestro, you ask, why does God
speak to me and not to the Pope?

Oh, he does,
but Alexander will not listen.

There is a different congregation
in Florence anxious to meet you.

We will send word as to when, where.

Just now, Alexander has offered me
a cardinal's red hat...

in exchange for my submission.

You, stranger, would you accept
such an offer?

Would you take more power
in exchange for your soul?

I stand among you, fellow Christians,
to make this solemn vow.

No hat will I wear but that of a martyr...

reddened with my own blood.

Cesare writes that Savonarola has
increased his venom towards you.

My patience ebbs with both
the monk and my son.

The coincidence is unfortunate.
Savonarola will likely draw parallels

depicting you as Herod,
seduced by Salome.

Cesare suggests an embargo on Florentine
goods shipped into the Papal states

in hopes of stirring up
the merchant class.

You will write an epistle, Agapito,
banning all Florentine products.

Such a ban will anger the Roman rabble.
No wool, no silk...

Denial strengthens Roman character.

Bring Giulia here.

What?

We wish to discover if she told my
nephew that the baby is not ours.

In one breath you say denial strengthens
character, in the next, you ask for Giulia.

Seeing her at the banquet,
mia Bella, only she.

Am I strong enough to risk
having her live here again?

- Politically, or...
- Bring her for one night.

- Is it done?
- Yes.

- The man is trustworthy?
- If such men are ever trustworthy.

- But Lucrezia, I worry...
- This is the only way.

You said I should not surrender
to the Pope's demands.

Deceit will get my child back. Cousin
Juan must believe I'm complacent.

I'm certain he would rather
that you hold him.

I'm certain that he would not.

Lucrezia, Giovanni is yet to be baptized.

Because I need his real parents
to make the commitment to God.

- Giovanni's father is dead.
- Then you must speak for him as well.

Do not let this innocent child
die without salvation.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Giovanni, you are now no longer a foreigner,
but a citizen of God's Kingdom.

You're a member of the Almighty's household
built upon the foundation of the Apostles

with Christ Jesus himself
as the cornerstone.

I am whole again.

My love, please let me stay.

Yes.

I hope we are not mice
walking into a trap.

Ah, Rome to the rescue. Come in.

Cesare Borgia, Alessandro Farnese...

meet the Florentines who are truly faithful:
Piero Soderini, once the city's Prior...

Francesco da Puglia,
Superior of the Franciscan monks.

Niccolo, manners are unnecessary.
You will meet the rest in time.

Because of Savonarola's restrictions, you two
have probably not tasted wine since your arrival.

- Let us, at least, remedy that.
- This leech, Savonarola...

speaks of Florence not just as if he was born here
but as if the very city was born inside of him.

He comes from Ferrara and has been
in residence for twelve years.

- Compared to generations of my family.
- And mine.

Yet you supported him, initially.
All of you, did you not?

Florentine merchandise will no longer
be exported to the Papal States.

That will ruin us.

Every nobleman and merchant, friar
and pauper must share responsibility.

Savonarola remains in power
by your common support.

Eminence, those of us who are present
wished only to rid ourselves of the Medici.

At the time, that cause was no less desperate.
- But hindsight proves the wiser.

We would gladly have a simpleton like
Piero the Unfortunate back in power.

Savonarola will not be moved
unless a mountain falls upon him.

- The Pope must excommunicate that
mad monk. - I second that!

I do not.

- Why?
- Eminence, you first.

- He would happily die a martyr.
- He has practically been begging for it.

You would catapult him
to greater glory.

- He will move his sermons to the piazza.
- And build a bigger bonfire.

But having sown fire,
let him reap the same.

We will give Savonarola the ultimate
test of his faith, the ordeal by fire.

He will refuse.

Then his followers will see that he
has feet of clay and turn from him.

What if he agrees to the ordeal?
Worse, what if he survives?

- Divine intervention?
- Do not be so cynical.

Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
stepped from the fiery furnace of Babylon.

Do you actually believe
Savonarola would not burn?

I am open to the possibility.

Juan, know that no matter
what happens next...

I thank you for the love you
have shown me.

Greetings, cousin Adriana.

Juan Lanzol, a child no longer
and a cardinal, I see.

"Blessed is he who comes
in the name of the Lord."

Lucrezia. The sins of the father
are visited upon the children.

Come in.

A relic, a bone from the body
of Saint Apollonia, virgin and martyr.

More likely this came from
the skeleton of a dead squirrel.

I have arranged for a wet nurse.
A righteous woman, her milk is pure.

- Lucrezia will want to visit...
- No. A clean separation is best.

So, rejoice, my dear.

This child of sin
will be raised a pillar of holiness.

The curse of illegitimacy on the Borgia
family may not end with Giovanni...

but it will be abated.

Who are you?

Are you a man or a spectre?

I am here...

- Madonna Lucrezia.
- You.

You are the mercenary
whom my mother hired?

When you steal my baby,
you must not harm him.

Is the lady of the house to die?

No. Not unless necessary.

I am overjoyed to have my faith tested.
I accept your challenge.

- But if I am to stand trial, then so should you.
- I have no reason to...

If my faith is proven false,
that does not prove your faith true.

So, I challenge you, Eminence,
in the name of Pope Alexander...

to verify your righteousness,
or has the Borgia bull been castrated?

You think me a boy of privilege,
that I do not know pain.

I have been tested by many, more
powerful than you, yet here I stand.

I have risen from the flames before
and I will rise in them again, a phoenix.

- Phoenix is a myth.
- And so may be the fires of hell.

Please, Florence cannot bear the strain
of seeing you stand inside the pyre.

I have been challenged, brother.

Allow me to take your place...

just as Cardinal Borgia
stands in place of Pope Alexander.

I yearn to prove myself to God,
as you already have.

Canon law allows him
to stand in Savonarola's stead.

Borgia, will you still enjoy
the ordeal by fire?

The ordeal by fire? Cesare should
have sought our counsel first.

The crisis must be resolved
by a deference to papal authority...

not by the whim of fate.

Cancel now, and we appear frightened
that Savonarola will survive and triumph.

- Then we will go to Florence.
- You would arrive too late.

Or they will burn you instead.

I want my son to live
and the monk to die.

Dear God, oh that you would bless me
indeed to expand my territory.

And that your hand would be with me
to guide me, and to keep me from evil.

Amen.

Who serves you best, Lord?

Do I or Savonarola?
Send a sign.

Save my son.

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