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February 1494, at Wednesday.

A spark will ignite.

Colotta, I love you. You became a part
of my heart from the first instant my

eyes met yours.

Tell Pope Alexander that his son must
either leave for Valencia or return to

the Vatican. I cannot just get him out
of Naples.

A fire will grow.

Pietro Membo, your servant.

But something happened. She became
pregnant.

A flame will extinguish.

Oil a vitriol.

Good for melancholia.

I miss Rome.

Convince Rodrigo that he needs me.

dust, and dust thou shalt return.

Was that a cross?

Let us see.

Oh, Christ.

His sublime highness, King Federico,
once again asks that an official and

more adamant command be issued by you,
holiness, for Cardinal Borgia to leave

Naples and go to Spain. The cardinal
ignores the proof.

The son, his father.

Those without sons always know how best
to raise them.

Maximilian, emperor of the Romans, king
of the Germans, presents

his nephew, Prince Ferdinand.

We welcome you.

I demand the hand of Lucrezia Borgia in
marriage.

Do you not first bring greetings from
your uncle?

I demand the hand of Lucrezia Borgia in
marriage.

And what would you do with Lucretia,
once married to our young prince?

I would put my Habsburg cock inside her
and make empress.

You see, her forehead is clean.

We cannot imagine or board your
betrothed to a man who does not honor

the beginning of Lent. I do, and I will,
but first I demand...

First.

Duty to God, little prince.

Clearly Ferdinand's uncle gave him very
singular instructions.

In the past, Lucretia has been betrothed
to smaller, excuse me, lesser men.

A German prince is a fortuitous
marriage. We were unaware our daughter's

marital status concerned you. A marriage
of a pope's offspring has political

ramifications as well as familial ones.

Emperor Maximilian has been Rome's most
consistent ally.

Consistently unreliable. Still, your
Lucrezia does deserve to be a princess.

Maximilian claims the title Emperor of
the Romans, a crown once worn by

Charlemagne. A crown envied by the kings
of Europe. Yet he refuses to come before

your holiness to be officially and
properly anointed. Would not a bond

between Prince Ferdinand and Lucrezia
legitimize Maximilian's ambitions

without him having to pay fealty to you?

Our head may be in the heavens, but with
Gasset around, our feet remain on the

ground.

You're almost ready to burst.

You must eat to keep up your endurance.

I found a poem by Lope de Estonica,
which I thought Pietro Bembo might

enjoy.

If I were to die and quench the flames
of my pain, then too would my

love disappear, leaving the world that
much darker.

When I consider this, delaying death
becomes a name so profound that I can

feel pleasure from inside the fire.

Romantic, yet depressing.

Do you think Pietro is safe?

He went home to Venice just as the
Muslims attacked.

Oh, worry not.

The great captain, Gonzalo de Córdoba,
has left for Naples to gather his

troops. And save the Venetians.

Which means that many will die.

You'll be all right. Come on. What?

Let's go inside.

That must feel powerful.

To be able to dominate another man.

I sent in my doctor.

Carlotta's a silly girl.

Carlotta is under pressure.

She must marry the Frenchman for purely
political reasons.

To ease the tensions between the Anjou
and the Aragon families.

She coddles the weak to keep her house
strong.

And do you not do the same?

I truly love Carlotta.

Eminence!

General Gonzalo Fernandez de Cordoba
requests your presence at the chapel.

Your eminence, we come from Rome. Has
the Pope sent you to drag me to Spain?

Or do you finally wish to revenge the
death of your soldier, Pedro Caldez?

My army must go to Venice with the
Turks' attack.

Naples is the best harbor from which to
launch our troops, and since today is

Ash Wednesday, and you are the only
cardinal in residence.

We wish the sacramental nothing more.

Cardinal, there are two types of
killing.

Your brother Juan killed your brother
Pedro Luis to feed his desires.

You killed Pedro Caldez to defend your
sister's honor.

and woman is not a crude animal desire
nor an evolving

social mandate.

It is a necessity of nature.

Actions that undermine this natural
union threaten human dignity and the

future of humanity itself.

As God smote the city of Sodom, so must
God's followers smite those

who commit the sin of sodomy.

Administer the Pope's pair.

General de Cordova, in my opinion, you
have but one military option.

If you split the Venetian fleet in half
and attack... Attack from

two angles. No.

Eminence.

The Turks are superior at sea.

Wait for them to disembark and meet them
on the land.

Fight the Turks at sea. It is ship
versus ship.

Ships do not tire.

Fight them on the land.

Fresh Spanish swords battle weary
Turkish savers.

Am I not correct?

Maybe.

I am.

He is rude.

He is confident and has every right to
be.

Cesare wants my daughter's hand.

He will be a worthy ally.

And a fearsome rival.

But the choice is not mine.

I have already told Carlotta she may
marry whomever she desires.

And she desires Guy de Laval.

Cesare has eyes for the Darragona
princess, does he not?

A pitiful display.

He's nowhere near as adept as we at
wooing.

If the girl were not in Naples...
Neither would he be.

But if Cesare comes back to Rome, he
will flex his mouthfuls.

He might even try to take command of the
papal guard.

Leave the papal guard to me.

So rarely that we get to speak, Milan.

A pleasure when we do, Naples.

Once he recovers fully from his wounds,
the wounds you caused, we will be

leaving Naples.

I am to be a lady in waiting for Queen
Anne of Brittany in Lyon.

There is no need for Queen Anne or Guy
de Laval.

You need not worry about protecting your
family.

I will keep the Darragona in power. With
the Cardinal's cross?

With my heart.

Cesare, you project your motives upon
me.

I do not marry Guy for politics.

Ever since I was a child, my family has
lined the halls of this palace with

blood and cruelty.

But Guy is different.

He's not like my grandfather, or my
father, or my uncle, or my cousins.

Or you.

He's kind and gentle.

I can see the good in everyone.

Even those who beat him to the brink of
death.

But I cannot.

Every time you think you show yourself a
man,

You'll prove yourself less of one.

Please let me marry Lucrezia.

Tell your uncle all things are possible
if he pays due homage to the vicar

of Christ.

Prince Ferdinand, your presence always
enriches Rome.

Go, with God's speed.

under the ticks of that name.

Holiness! Holiness!

I beseech you.

Hear me.

Bishop Flores, we did not realize you
would return.

If you need to speak with us, an
audience can be... I cannot wait.

That man tried to sodomize me.

I did no such thing.

You said I reminded you of Donatello's
David.

And offered me a private tour of the
papal bed chamber.

Is this an attempt at humor?

He touched my cock.

Holiness! We saw your blessed wrath
against sodomy hours ago.

Now, you must condemn Frances Gasset for
the same offense.

Bring the Pope's pair!

Shove it up, gas and salt!

Bring the Pope's pair!

He speaks falsely, but we are cornered
by too many eyes.

He will send me to prison until a trial
can be heard.

Silence!

You have made accusations.

Do it, Rodrigo.

A trial to be convened and... Do it, or
you too are lost.

We order Francesca Set to be imprisoned
in Terra Nuova.

Guards!

Lucrezia? This man brings a guest.

Do I know you?

Oh, no. Not from me.

From Pietro Bembo.

How is he? Is he safe? Safe enough to
write these words.

Your flames will light the world for me
to see.

But I do not know how to play.

I am part of the gift.

I am at your service, my lady.

But from Rome so soon, sometimes God
smiles.

Oh, and sometimes he frowns, but he
always sees everything.

Excursion was a success.

Naples prospered.

The throne is safe from Cesare Borgia.

Coraph and the king have been plotting
that Cesare will leave Naples.

We need someone great like Cesare as our
ally.

If he leaves Naples, our salvation is
lost.

Aragona, Borgia.

We trade one devil for the next.

Cesare still fancies himself wearing our
kingdom's crown.

You are his way to that prize.

My brother-in-law is a priest.

Cesare is a priest, as much as I am a
priest.

And he will be a far more generous king
than our uncle.

If anyone can restore us...

To a rightful glory.

It is Cesare Borgia.

And if anyone has proven she can seduce
a Borgia, it is you.

I have a way for you to ascend the
throne of Naples.

Gofredo will annul me and become a
cardinal.

You will cast off your cardinal's robes.

And become my husband.

And then we will kill Carlotta and be
next in line.

I was in prison once.

Naked in a dump cell.

Frozen by the winds of shame.

No flame to keep me warm.

I learn to keep myself warm.

Sencha, already you have washed the
ashes of humility from your forehead.

After Nonem, you have a meeting with a
friar from the monastery of San Marco.

Before Vespas, you have... God, that
penmanship is horrible.

Cancel all of my appointments.

But today, that's Wednesday.

Tradition demands that the Pope hear
holy confession.

Let Riario Sansoni do so in our stead.

Your Holiness!

Holiness! Send him away.

Say we are due to greet the French
ambassador.

You want me to lie?

We had a meeting scheduled with you,
Olinus. Have you chosen which of us will

lead the papal guard?

We were told the meeting was cancelled.
Did you not say the meeting was

cancelled?

I... What says the appointment ledger,
Bookhart?

So you have not made a choice.

We will have an answer later today.

No. Tomorrow.

We must hear confessions today.

Cardinal Farnese.

We continue to consider you both.

Orsini.

Colonna.

Close the door behind you.

You as well. And the others.

Calm in the squall.

We once asked you if a man can be loyal
to two men at the same time. Do you not

remember this?

Holiness, this is all I know.

Flores and Della Rovere conspire
together.

With Gasset in prison, Della Rovere will
push harder for Lucrezia to marry a

groom of his choosing.

Or render her useless to you by
revealing her pregnancy.

He intends to tear you apart, family
member by family member.

Look around.

Our family is gone.

Our limbs torn by our own hand.

You have more family.

Your daughter, Laura.

My sister, Julia.

What can Julia do?

She can lie.

You asked me to devise a justification
for Julia's return.

Nobody in Rome has seen my sister in
nine months.

Lucrezia is moments away from delivering
her baby.

Julia will claim the infant as her own,
with you as the father.

A man can only be convinced to do that
which he already desires.

We agree to your proposal.

But since it is your plan to take
Lucrezia's child, you must convince the

girl.

And find Cardinal Carafa.

I believe he has left for Naples.

We are calling Cesare back to Rome.

We will reattach our limbs and make our
body whole once more.

Lucrezia, if you will pause for a
moment, Alessandro has something he

would like to propose.

I can take my lesson and listen to him
at the same time.

De près?

If you repeat one word of what you hear,
your tongue will join your eyes.

Middle C.

I am sure you have grown anxious,
secretive away for so long.

When one sins, one is punished.

Maestro? Up the line of Cs and Gs.

God created the pains of birth to punish
Eve for her transgressions.

After you've delivered the child, you
too will be absolved of your sins.

Of course, you will then be saddled with
the stigma of unwed motherhood.

I'm not marrying a false father,
Maestro. Now, up the line of A's and

E's.

Agreed, but... A surrogate mother?

Would rid you of all this honor?

Another woman claimed my child.

Not just any woman.

Julia.

No.

Well, you could see the baby whenever
you like.

And this would be a temporary measure.
You support this?

Only to protect you?

Please leave.

You're ruining my punishment.

Maestro? Middle C.

Now I understand what you were talking
about.

Once the baby is in her arms, any hope
of separating them will be lost.

We have come at this from the wrong
direction.

Instead of the future, Lucrezia must
ponder the past.

We did not realize how much we needed
you, old friend.

You will save me, not because I am
innocent, but because you need me.

You will feel shame

for having said that once I clear your
name.

Mortella Mayo, what has Cardinal Della
Rovere offered you? Offered me?

Your secretary forced himself upon my
body.

Or was Cardinal Riario Sansoni the one
who proffered riches?

Or Cardinal Sforza? Perhaps Cardinal
Carafa?

I was molested.

If you seek duplicity, I suggest you
look closer and those you hold close.

We have spoken with the accused.

He faces a brutal torture which he would
prefer to avoid.

He suggests that we make you Archbishop
of Credenza.

And give you his position as Papal
Secretary.

But no.

How can we take the advice of a man
accused of such a depraved crime?

Great wealth and high position will not
erase your pain. What you want is

justice.

Justice comes in many forms.

True. But in order for Gasset to be set
free, you must lie and say he did

not force himself upon you.

In public.

You must speak the lie in public.

Lucrezia, you have a visitor.

Another gift from Pietro?

You two, out.

Angelica, help him.

Via, via, via, subito.

The last time I saw you, you were but a
cherub.

Now look at you.

I must seem a haggard crone.

My name is Isabella Matuzzi.

I'm sorry I do not recognize you or your
name.

I'm your sister.

Half-sister.

For Papa was with your mother, he was
with mine.

Is this true?

Yes. I constantly learn new secrets
about my family.

My uncle is my father. I have an older
sister.

When they say I am a child who knows
nothing, that is because they tell me

nothing. Will you leave us?

If you need anything, I'm right outside
the door.

Consider this.

Now you have a sister who knows what you
go through better than a priest.

Or a mother.

Do you still see Papa?

The last time I saw him was around the
last time I saw you.

And then he was done with me.

Sometimes I wish you would shun me. Do
not say that.

To be cast out from Rodrigo Borges'
heart.

He uses me.

To be a woman is to be used.

He wants to take my baby from me.

When I was 14, Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia,
whom I too at the time thought was my

uncle, arranged my marriage.

I said, no, I will not marry a hog like
Pierre Giovanni Matuzzi.

Consumed by rage, I ran away and hid in
a cellar amongst wine cars and a cat I

named Pepe.

For two weeks I lived there, only
seeking out to steal food.

I prayed to God with all my might for my
father to stop using me.

And then a candlestick fell over and
burnt down the cellar, along with Pepe

the cat.

I was discovered and carried back to the
cancilleria.

I married Pierre Giovanni as Papa
insisted.

But I also got my wish.

Papa picked a good husband for you?

Yes.

Until he died, he was the finest man I
have ever met.

But that was not my wish.

My wish was for Rodrigo Borgia to leave
me alone.

God granted me that.

Lucrezia, to male eyes, all that women
have is this.

Men put something in and they expect
something to come out. But not for me.

Pierre Giovanni went in and nothing came
out.

I am barren.

That is why Papa pushed me aside.

My prayers were answered.

And I live regretting.

I did what the Pope demanded.

Yet I have never been happy.

Consider this.

If you keep the baby, you will never
marry. And when Papa dies, you will have

nothing.

I will have my child. Your child will
starve.

And if he does not starve, he will walk
the streets of Rome a bastard.

As you want it.

Only he will have no hope of ever
gaining his proper place.

That's tough.

None of us know what will bring us joy.

A cruel rainstorm may produce a fine
harvest.

She has agreed to give up her child.

You said you were barren.

But you do have a son.

You lied.

To win the argument.

I am at heart still a Borgia.

These are the sum of the Pope's demands?

Yes.

Rumors abound that Lucrezia is with
child.

Rumor is all they are.

And in exchange, you agree to leave
Naples? Yes.

Fine.

Lucrezia will marry Alfonso di Calabria.

Wonderful. No. Di Calabria is a member
of the royal family. That is what Pope

Alexander requires. I will not let that
craven conniver near my sister.

He is the pest which flies around a
donkey's ass.

No, no. He is the pest that flies around
those pests.

And yet...

I know and you know that your father
will accept.

Then we are done.

A prince.

My sister deserves nothing less than a
prince.

That is not here. Yet I am here.

And remain.

Unless you elevate Alfonso de Calabria
to Princeton.

How soon will you be gone from my court?

As soon as the Pope approves.

And I agree.

For now, this remains a secret between
us and his holiness.

Not even De Calabria should know.

I find it ironic.

You scarred Alfonso's sister, now he
will scar yours.

I may be departing your kingdom, but I
will still marry your daughter.

As long as Cesare Borgia is in my
palace, I shudder.

When he dies, the man will be banned
even from hell.

I hereby rescind all accusations against
Francesca Set.

After a night of much vino, I made a
grave error of identification.

Have you had any dealings with Francesca
Set at all?

None.

Thank you, Bishop Flores.

You may release the accused.

Bishop Flores, who did molest you?

Holiness. You claimed a man sodomized
you and you made an error of

identification. If not cassette, then
who did commit the sin?

I was mistaken.

I was drunk.

I drank too much. You do not understand.
Are you now saying that you drank too

much and willingly engaged in sodomy?

No, never.

So, then name your attacker.

There was no attacker.

There was no attacker?

I was so drunk and felt so poorly the
next day that when I awoke...

I imagined the whole thing. You imagined
being sodomized?

But according to the laws of our church,
such fantasies are as sinful as the act

itself.

No, it was not a fantasy.

Either you were sodomized, or you dreamt
of sodomy, or you made a false

accusation.

Which one, Excellency?

I made a false accusation. Ah.

Bartolomeo Flores, you will replace
Francesc Cassette in

his cell in Terra Nuova.

You will be given a Bible and enough
light to ponder the words, thou shalt

not make false accusations against thy
neighbor.

You will be fed only bread and water
every other day until the devil claims

your soul.

But I told the truth about life!

I told the truth about life!

Please!

Please! We hereby restore Francesc
Gasset to the office of papal secretary.

You're great. I understand that after
your convalescence, you

and the princess will be leaving for
Lyon.

Go away.

Colotte is to be a lady-in-waiting for
Queen Anne of Brittany.

Go away.

And you will follow her wherever she
goes, obediently.

Cardinal, how may we help you?

Let us drink.

To new lands and old loves.

Or old lands and new love.

I am not thirsty.

I insist.

I want to heal wounds, physical and
emotional.

I will drink it. No.

This is a drink among men.

I will not drink.

Why?

I do not know what you have put in this
wine. You do not trust me. Cesare. No, I

do not. You do not see the good in me.
Cesare. No, I do not. Do you think me

evil?

Incarnate.

And you are not worthy of my wine.

And you are not worthy of Colotta.

You love not a man, but an illusion.

You have not swayed me.

I am still the paper legged to France.

I will see you in Lille.

I am sick of this city of woes.

I have decided to return to Rome.

Because the Pope commands you.

The Pope has asked me to leave Naples
and go to Spain many times, yet I've

refused.

I go now to Rome because I realize that
love is to be capable of pain.

Are you not afraid that the Pope will
punish you?

My father loves me.

I own his soul.

I leave till morning.

to you there is no point.

Hold him up!

You need to see this.

Enough! His holiness is present.

I thought the papal guard should learn
some hand-to-hand maneuvers.

I knew of none better to teach them than
Domenico Doria of Genoa.

Domenico Doria?

Ah.

Yes.

Yes, I share your thought.

He would be an outstanding Captain
General.

Our head is pounding.

That's some vitriol.

We must counter the effect of Della
Rovere, Riorio, Sans Tony, and perhaps

Farnese.

We will need the Colonna and the Orsini
on our side. The paradox is they both

want to be Captain General.

Domenico Doria is a neutral candidate
admired by both families and actually

worthy of the position.

He was Schwartz's unsubtle suggestion.

Sometimes a manipulative and political
decision is also the correct one.

We told you we would. free you, old
friend. I'm grateful.

Ironic. Using the charge of sodomy to
replace one non-sodomite with another.

That's not true.

What is not true?

Rodrigo?

Yes, Francis?

I have vile affections.

No, you do not.

I'm a sodomite.

I have known you since we were boys.

I am a sodomite. How can you be?

You are working here all hours of the
day and night, never farther away than

the sound of my voice, and when I call,
you arrive instantly. You have no time

to even pull on your pants.

You said any man who fantasizes such
thoughts is no different to the man who

commits them. Do not use my words
against me.

God the omniscient gave us minds to
reason.

To explore a thought, any thought, is
holy.

You do not really believe that.

I do, Francesc.

At this moment, I do.

Now go and form Domenico Dori of his
glorious right to power.

Did I tell you not to meet with Borgia
in private?

I'm sorry.

My pride took hold of me.

Please, get me out.

Your pride.

I wanted to taste you.

One last time.

Do not turn away from me.

I did not speak your name.

I will tell them now.

That we are lovers.

You have admitted in public that you are
a liar.

Who would believe you?

Juliano. He's a boy.

He's a boy.

He's a boy.

Come.

Come. Linger and heartache will follow.

No, Jess.

No. Jess.

Jess.

Jess.

Jess.

You asleep?

You asleep?

I am not tired.

I am alive.

God has shown me a new sphere of heaven.

I suppose

we

leave too early in the morning for an
official farewell.

Eminences, I go with you to Rome.

More company.

Blended. Why do you join us, Alfonso,
after I punished your sister?

Sancia was deserving of her punishment.
I want her.

And Cesare, I would follow you unto the
cross.

I want to serve you, your highness.

You mean your eminence.

I mean Cesare Borgia, who will be
whomever he chooses to be.

Let us mount.

We gallop into Rome, crossing the
Rubicon.

If only figuratively.

Hello.

You have done well, my son.

I juggle loyalties as if I were a
commedia clown.

He slept most of the way.

Where is Julia?

Oh, that girl. She wanted to see some
flowers or something.

One last look.

I shall never travel this far from Rome
again.