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May 1494.

Feast of the Ascension.

The sun dies.

I will get Giovanni back or die trying.

The sun is resurrected.

Come help me remove this section.

No, we must maintain the illusion that
you are hurt, so that we may in secret

enjoy ourselves freely.

Throw off your shackles and lead your
lives free of guilt and shame.

But when the sun ascends to heaven... I
feel extraordinary.

As far as I see, most of them will be
Triolo.

God has finally told Sivana Rana to
stop.

What remains unheard?

When I told you that Juan had Pedro
Luisa assassinated... You said... Then

he must die.

I am a suspect.

Backspoken from yesterday.

The peace of God no longer interests me.

Holiness, he is almost here.

Holiness, please.

Cesare, did you ever imagine the walls
of the Eternal City would echo your name

as they once did for your namesakes,
Julius and Augustus Caesar?

Be honest, does not this hero's welcome
live up to your boyhood dreams?

Even more so.

Then why so dour?

Dour? My face beams like the sun on a
blue day. You shine brightly.

For show.

They sing my praises for eliminating
Savonarola.

In their eyes, an enemy to Rome.

But my goal in manipulating the monk's
death was not to save Christendom or my

father. You're wrong.

The efforts were on behalf of Holy
Mother Church.

And that divine entity towers above
Rodrigo Borges, Savonarola, or any man.

I did not place my future in the brutal
hands of God, but in the delicate

fingers of the goddess known as fate.

No, I have told you. I do not want to be
vice-chancellor.

I have grander plans, starting with my
resignation as Archbishop of Valencia

and the Sacred College of Cardinal.
Cesare. Did you think that during my

time in Florence that I would just lose
my love for Colotta d'Aragona or abandon

my desire to become King of Naples? We
already have ties to Naples. Our secret

agreement for Lucrezia to wed Alfonso de
Calabria.

Your brother Goffredo was Prince of
Squalacci and destined to claim... The

throne of nothing.

Goffredo is a cipher.

Juan and Pedro Luis are dead.

I am the only son left who can fulfill
your dream of a unified Borgia Italy.

I will not be denied.

According to canon law, the Pope cannot
grant you permission to resign. Only

your brother cardinals can.

This must be done legally.

Yes.

I will connive to convince my brother
cardinals.

You will convince King Federigo to give
me the hand of his daughter.

Summon Cardinal Carafa.

Oh, Mama, you have caught us.

We've eaten tonight's dessert.

Oh, well.

You would have eaten it anyway.

And my husband grows so fat.

Alfonso, now that the bone setter has
freed your leg, how do you explain to

your wife that you are not at home in
Ferrara?

Each day my excuses grow more stale.

Soon I will need to leave Rome.

Or break another leg.

Alfonso, I must ask a question.

And in love's name, I expect an honest
answer.

We have, in the month past, shared many
hidden truths.

Lucrezia? But I have not told you my
most perilous secret.

Lucrezia, you will put us all in
jeopardy. No, dear.

Whatever I am told...

Will die with me.

I fear your love will die as well.

Then cut out my heart.

I have a son.

I understand the ways of court. Wait.

My son was taken from me.

Lucrezia. Alfonso di Calabria. Prince
Alfonso di Calabria is... My goddess, I

am so... Oh, good day.

Clearly manners did not accompany your
new crown.

A genuine prince waits for permission to
enter the presence of a lady.

I... Please, highness, take my seat.

I am duke Bishop Boccaccio's.

I thank you both for a lively visit.

Hey-ho, Bishop Sinibaldi.

Lanzo, Farnese.

You are back from Florence, the city of
lilies.

Unfortunately, the day-to-day cost of
lilies runs extremely high.

Ah.

The expenses for your journey.

Let's have a look.

Oh.

What is wrong?

Your food and drink.

The Commission on Reform has decreed
that the papal treasury no longer

remunerates for luxuries.

We were sent on a mission by the Pope.
Were we not expected to eat?

Fasting is good for the soul.

Oh, and horse fodder.

In the past, I've been reimbursed for
horse fodder.

Alas, the commission on reform has also
eliminated fodder as a valid expense.

So our horses are expected to farth as
well, even though they do not have

souls.

Your true reward shall be in heaven.

Mama, do not say a word.

I have held my tongue long enough.

You reside once more in the Apostolic
Palace, but you have not put your beauty

back to work.

I cannot ask Rodrigo for more favor. You
must.

Alessandro has not risen in the Vatican
as quickly as we had hoped.

He should be sharing in the adulation of
the crowd.

But no.

The only sound we hear is Cesare.

Alessandro should be vice-chancellor.

I do not hold the same influence I once
did, Mama.

In fact, Rodrigo now seems indifferent
to my presence.

But the two of you still indulge in
beauty acts.

Yes?

His lovemaking is erratic, not erotic.

When he is he, I can sway him.

But when he's we, I empower them.

He once commissioned a painting of you
as the Virgin Mother.

Take your cue from that.

Forget about the Rigobotna.

Seduce the Holy Father instead.

Oma. Cold welcome.

Now what do you visit?

I've remained away out of shame.

For the accusation I hurled at you.

I am here to beg you to forget.

My sweet boy.

Lucrezia, do not stand there like a
thing.

Come, meet your brother.

Welcome back to Rome, Cesare.

Next, we need to review the agenda for
today's consistory. Well, Bella, you

radiate more beauty than ever.

You say I am beautiful.

Yet you walk to your desk rather than my
arm.

Julia, we are very, very occupied.

Where are we going?

Be patient. Swear no one sees us. I have
guards on the other side of every door,

blocking the way.

This cannot take long.

We must get to the consistory.

And we stop.

You may remove the blindfold.

This room is sacred.

So is our love.

We can never be married, but we can,
like two virgins consecrate our bond

before God, who in his wisdom brought
our souls together.

We have been waiting on Borgia for an
hour.

Bookart, call this meeting to order so
that we may adjourn. Yes.

It is too long. How much longer shall we
wait?

Oh, my love, tell me I make you happy.

You do, La Bella.

How can we make you happy?

I have but one wish.

Yet I fear what I ask may be too much.

Oh, wish.

We will not disappoint.

My brother, appoint Alessandro as
vice-chancellor.

No, we have another in mind for that
job.

So I do ask too much.

Alessandro will remain more than the
muck.

We have said we will not disappoint.

In holiness, Pope Alexander VI of that
name calls to our meeting.

That will be all, Herb O'Cott.

Jezera.

Eminences.

I have tried with every sinew to become
one of you.

But the bare fact is, I never wanted to
be a cardinal.

Nor even a priest.

I wish to exchange an ecclesiastical
career for a secular one.

I appeal to you, release me from the
false vows to which I have sworn.

I support Cardinal Borgia's plea and
praise his honesty.

Cardinal Riario Sansoni.

Indeed.

Cardinal Borgia has shown time and again
that there is no one less fit to serve

in this sacred college.

I, for one, would thrill to see the
stain which he has brought upon us wiped

away.

However, if we allow Cesare Borgia to
vacate his

cardinalate, it would be the first time
in the history of the

Church that such permission is granted.

1500 years of precedence cannot be
casually tossed away.

I urge you, brothers, to preserve the
sanctity of this institution

and deny Cardinal Borgia his request.

You.

You are jealous.

Silence.

We'll court the vote.

What says the consistory?

Ascent.

Ten.

Descent.

Sixteen.

Giuliano.

Do you abstain?

Yes. For even though the majority denies
your son's petition, you will

take whatever action you choose.

As usual, you are mistaken.

If precedent is to be upset,

we will not impose our personal desire,
but rather a period of reflection.

We ask this holy fraternity to pray on
the matter.

Then when we reconvene, your wisdom will
prevail.

And the choice must be unanimous.

Unanimous? You want this vote to fail?
You want me to remain a cardinal?

If we wished to stop you from resigning,
we would have let the vote stand.

We have given you a rare commodity.

Time.

Use that time to sway the others.

But to get all of them to agree.

They never will.

Never. That word was uttered when I
entered the conclave.

Never again would a Spaniard be Pope.

Yet here is the ring mankind must kiss.

If all 28 cardinals agree, then they are
all culpable. None can condemn us.

And you must be wily enough to align
their will with yours.

We must change 17 cynical minds.

And how are we to do that, Cullen? With
honey or vinegar.

You'd ask us to use violence.

To be violent in order to destroy is
criminal.

To be violent in order to restore is
heroic.

I've divided our enemies into six
groups.

Each of you will approach two or three
cardinals.

At every name, I have listed their
individual vulnerabilities.

Do not hesitate to exploit their flaws.

And whom will you approach?

My greatest obstacle.

And the only man whose deepest flaw I
have yet to discover.

Raffaele Riario Sansoni.

You're well aware that I am in love with
Alfonso D'Este.

I'm well aware that he's married.

I would rather love him in sin than not
at all.

My sweet child.

Do not lecture me. Help me.

I want to be with Alfonso d'Este, not
Alfonso de Calabria.

Perhaps you can love Alfonso d'Este
without him. How?

A high hurdle.

But one that is still horseman can jump.

I came back to confront Cinnabaldi about
our reimbursement. Just as now, I

convinced the guards to allow me to wait
in here.

The time of the confissary was drawing
near. I grew impatient and decided

simply to take the money owed me.

You stole from the papal treasury.

It is not stealing. The money is
rightfully mine.

A lawyer's distinction.

I will not follow your lead. Let me
finish, Lenzo.

I opened this chest, reached inside, and
found...

nothing.

Chess is... It's empty.

All of them are empty.

On a ducat, or florin, or shilling in
sight.

Meaning that the Pope is bankrupt?

Or Bishop Sinabaldi has been embezzling
papal funds.

We'll pause.

As a reward for having brought
Cinderborey to justice, Cardinal

Farnese, you will replace the bishop as
papal treasurer.

Me?

Holy Father, I am an expert in church
dogma, not a bookkeeper. This promotion

displeases you?

I'm touched by your bounty, but the job
is not one I desire. Are you not

forgetting something?

You have family depending on you.

Now I see.

Holy Father, I root my faith in the
dimension of mystery.

In some ways, my family will always be
cared for, but spending days on end in a

capacity that requires nothing of my
natural gift.

My spirit will die.

If my wits were ever a true resource, I
beg you, select someone else.

Colonel Anzol, to you, we bestow the
church of Santa Maria Violata.

What?

This displeases you as well?

Holiness,

Santa Maria Violata belongs to Cardinal
Piccolomini. A benefice given by us.

We should never have let the parish out
of our family's hands. Now, do you want

the damn thing or not?

I do, but are you certain Cardinal
Piccolomini... Do not worry about

Piccolomini. Christ, go back to the
pack.

Oh, my love, I am devastated that you
are to marry again.

The image of you with another man...
Alfonso, erase that picture from your

mind. It will not be that way.

Are you saying you will not marry?

No, I will marry.

I will marry you.

Me?

I would divorce Anna Maria?

Yes. You will tell the Pope how much you
love me, then quickly follow with

something quite unforeseen, something
you have learned while married to Anna

Maria.

Such as?

She's a heretic.

Anna Maria?

But she's not.

It matters not if she's not. You will
say she is. That she has practiced

witchcraft for the entire term of the
union.

She will be burned at the stake.

No, I will see that Papa sells her to a
cloistered convent.

In Bulgaria.

We must hurry.

We're scheduled to meet with the Pope.
Divine One, I cannot.

A messenger has newly arrived from
Ferrara.

Anna Maria is with child.

I will be a father.

All of Ferrara celebrates.

My family needs an heir.

Raffaele, I see you are taking the Holy
Father's directive to heart.

No, I do not pray about you.

I, like Nehemiah, am a man of prayer.

Either kneel with me or leave me be.

I will do neither.

Like Nehemiah, who restored the walls of
Jerusalem, I also am a man of action.

Lay your hands on me again, Cardinal
Borgia, and you will regret it.

You believe you are a match for me.

I believe I am holding cards which you
do not wish me to play.

You are about to say that the
investigation of my brother's murder has

never been officially completed and that
I killed Juan. No, no, no. I am quite

certain that you did not.

But there is one person whom we never
discussed nor interrogated.

Your sister, Lucrezia.

Lucrezia.

Ridiculous. Before the Spanish departed
Rome, I heard some rather intriguing

facts from one of de Cordoba's
lieutenants about that young man, Pedro

Caldez, the one you killed.

You pretend to be a priest, yet at every
turn you act the politician.

Unlike you, Cesare, I have known my true
calling, the reason I was born, since

childhood.

I cannot imagine living life any other
way.

The priesthood has liberated me from all
temporal anxiety, knowing that my reward

of everlasting life awaits.

Why do you smile?

Because the Red Sea has suddenly parted.

If you do not vote my way, I know
exactly how to destroy you.

You will be excommunicated.

Obviously, your influence with the Pope
has reached new heights.

But even Rodrigo Borgia would never dare
excommunicate a priest without

sufficient ground.

A moment ago, you accused the Holy
Father's daughter of murdering his son.

Bishop Flores died daily in Terranova
prison for the sin of false witness.

No one heard me but you.

We did.

My vote is yours.

And with that vote, we bury everything
that has been said here today.

No more lies about Lucrezia.

She is purity personified.

And you will deliver Giuliano Della
Rovere's vote as well.

Impossible. For a man of prayer, nothing
is impossible.

I will try.

But even if I succeed, Piccolomini has
turned against you.

Because of your little cousin, Juan.

Piccolomini? No, absolutely no. You said
that I must earn unanimity.

Piccolomini despises us. How are we to
know what he as our diplomat will say in

private to a king?

He cannot be made papal legate. You
caused this problem by giving away Santa

Maria Violata without thinking through
the consequences.

I did warn you, holiness.

The time has come.

You either support me or deny me.

Decide.

Bring in our new legate.

I do not want to be papal treasurer. I
do not need you or Julia meddling in my

life. Why do you not badger my brother
to advance our family's fortune?

Angelo is a rapscallion.

And you are a lemur for speaking.

You should not allow her to rile you so.
Let us run away to the kingdom of the

Czechs. Join a band of gypsies.

You were born for greatness, Sandro.

Greatness that will exceed any member of
your family.

Any Borgia.

If Pope Alexander bestows this honor...
Honor.

Honor upon you, then you will do what
you always do.

Excel.

If you want Grecia to marry an Italian,
my cousin Roberto Sanseverino, Prince of

Salerno, would be a perfect spouse.

Good Lord.

You mock Ascanio, but will you deny that
Roberto is both a naval genius and

exceedingly rich?

The fellow is all you claim. If he was
spawned from different loins, I would be

the first to second your proposal.

But sadly, his father's tie to France...
Do you also have a bid for our

consideration, Cardinal Sforza? I do.

Ottaviano, son of Caterina Sforza, would
make a wonderful husband.

Ottaviano. No doubt his holiness is
chomping at the bit to have his daughter

marry yet another Sforza.

Giambattista, your thoughts.

Duke Francesco of Gravina.

A distant Orsini, but an Orsini
nonetheless.

Yes, and we call on Avotplista at such a
pairing. She should marry my brother

Fabrizio.

We will deliberate on each of your
generous offers.

Be gone.

Any word from Riarios and Sonia about De
La Roja's vote?

Not yet.

But Raphael will bend his cousin.

I have faith.

Who?

I am so written to, Deminus.

But time is of the essence, and you are
the only one who can save me.

Apollo, sit, speak.

I confess.

I came here from Naples in your company
with a secret desire to wed your sister.

And then, like a fine harvest, the
engagement came to pass.

But now...

After a torrent of new suitors.

My betrothal has died on the vine.

And you wish to revive it?

You've beaten on the wrong door.

Go whimper in my father's ear.

Much has happened since I was last in
Rome.

I can no longer gain an audience with
the Pope.

So I am to be your voice.

What I cannot see is why I would agree.

Out of friendship.

We ate and drank together. That is
convenience, not friendship.

Then I am lost.

Not necessarily.

How far would you go to achieve your
heart's desire?

To the gates of Hades.

Cardinal Zeno has told my cousin that
he, Zeno, would rather die than vote in

my favor. Do you think he should?

Vote in your favor, yes.

And if not, should he die?

Or should he die before the sacred
college meets again to decide my fate?

You want me to kill him?

I did not say that.

I asked how far would you go.

If you were in my place, would you
murder Zeno?

Strangled in his bed, perhaps.

Or with a sip of Cantarella.

Is that your plan?

To assassinate all cardinals who oppose
you?

All?

No.

We will first see how this one goes.

Cardinal Reno?

Yes? Would you dine with me tonight?

You can sample the latest wines from
Ischia.

Oh, I would be delighted.

Prince Roberto has proven himself to be
an admirable admiral.

Our intention is to build a papal navy,
so we happily agree to... I beg pardon,

holiness, Cardinal Carafa. Forgive me,
holy father.

Yes.

Yes, so sorry for my delay.

Bad tripe. We are finalizing an
agreement for our daughter to marry

Roberto San Severino of Salerno. Oh,
wonderful. Then I am doubly glad I

appeared in time as I have an urgent
report which may cause you to reconsider

this decision.

Reconsider?

Federigo, utilizing his right as king of
Naples and sovereign of Salerno, has

seized the principality and banished the
San Severino family.

Roberto is no longer a prince.

But holiness, he's still an admiral.

Admirals are much easier to find than
princes.

He may leave us.

Therefore, my king implores you to
revisit your proposal that Lucrezia

marry Prince Alfonso de Calabria.

No, we would not like to revisit that
offer.

We would implement.

Wonderful. I shall inform... Father, I
bear sad tidings.

Cardinal Giovanni Battista Zeno has
died.

Quite suddenly, he was drunk.

Eminence, what is the king's answer
regarding my marriage to Carlotta?

Who is?

That would be a no.

No?

What if we insist?

His Highness did arm me with a reply for
such a query, if you do insist.

I am to vote against Cesare's
resignation.

Federigo is King of Naples because his
ascension was approved by my father.

That decree can be rescinded.

Then a state of war would exist between
Naples and the Papal States.

Federigo, being a Darragona, would...

call upon his cousin, King Ferdinand, to
send Spanish troops back to invade Rome,

and your brother, Goffredo, in
Squinacci, would be a prisoner.

So, how would you like me to respond

to his sublime highness?

Fine.

Carapace, apply your vote tomorrow.

I will win Carlotta without the king's
consent.

Ah.

What are you doing over here?

Working.

These ledgers are a disaster.

Oh, you are angry at me.

A jumble of numbers.

To reorganize this mess, I will have to
start from the beginning and redo the

entire... Not tonight.

Mama has cooked a feast in your honor.

Sister, His Holiness has honored me with
this august position.

I must not let him down.

Try to see past yourself and be
grateful.

Did the idea ever occur to you to put
faith in me?

That I might find a way to provide for
my family?

Alessandro, you have many gifts, but you
are a

feather.

Too soft.

If I left matters up to you, we for
neither would starve.

So thank heaven above we are once again
saved by your cunt.

You are asking me to stand down and let
Cesare Borgia have his way.

Yes.

The best of the first fruits of your
ground you shall bring to the Lord.

Rarely have I seen you in such a state,
Raffaele.

Whatever this is, it must be juicy.

Tell me why.

Just trust me.

Releasing Borgia from his vow is for the
best.

Whose best?

Yours? What does Borgia lord over you?

Giuliano, I have done your bidding many
times over, however repugnant.

This once, I demand that you do...
Please.

You are from the lesser side of our
family.

A discarded grape never should be
blessed with the best of the fruit on

Ascension Day.

Giuliano.

For your own sake.

My sake?

You are the desperate one.

And that desperation will change hands
if you refuse.

I refuse.

Very well.

I will expose you as a sodomite.

Oh, cousin, you are pathetic.

I have fought off such rumor before.

I witnessed from outside your bedchamber
window the vile, abominable acts you

committed on Bishop Flores.

The Pope's pair is a horrible death.

Your word against mine will not go as
far as you think.

Remember, I hold the shares.

A second cardinal watched with me.

He will testify to the debauchery.

You lie.

There is no second cardinal.

Refuse again and find out.

First fruits are bitter fruits.

I have decided the most righteous act is
to vote on your behalf.

What a great and grand surprise.

Despite my uneven relationship with your
father, I have always admired you,

Cesare.

You're a pluck.

You have an odd way of demonstrating
admiration.

Still.

By my calculations, you are a few votes
short. What a pity after all of your

strain, if you do not garner the final
tally you need.

I appreciate your concern, my dear new
friend.

But it is a concern born out of your own
desires.

You have come to realize that if I am
not a cardinal, I cannot become pope.

And when my father dies... I have a
suggestion.

For a way to secure your victory.

I will continue to argue with those who
still resist.

Yes, well, my way.

You do not have to say a word.

The lines of Longinus.

With which he killed Pedro Cárdenas.

And so we will pray for the soul of
Giovanni Battista Zeno.

Amen.

The Supreme Pontiff will now hear
further testimony regarding Cesare

Borgia's appeal to resign from the
sacred.

College of Cardinals.

What is there to talk about?

Do none recall the day Cesare Borgia
brought Blatchett into this holy place?

Yes! He should leave the sacred college
and burn in

hell!

Silence!

Ascent.

27. Unanimous.

The consistory has spoken.

We reluctantly accept Cesare Borgia's
resignation.

Effective immediately.

I recommend Juan Borja Lanzo to succeed
me as Archbishop of Valencia.

Eminences, your vote proves that to do
something holy, you must sometimes do

what is unholy.

You are a cabal of hypocrites.

If hell does exist, we will all fry in
the same pan.

So what have you come to say?

Do not marry Alfonso.

Underneath his fine exterior is a
depraved soul.

Even if Papa would listen to me, this
union is another punishment from God for

Juan's death.

The Almighty has made himself clear. I
do not deserve happiness.

Do I not make you happy?

No, brother. I think you make me saddest
of all.

Because of our shared feelings.

Lucretia, I have spent these last days
charting a new course for myself.

But in this moment, I am not certain any
of it matters.

I love you.

Then this marriage will be your
punishment for killing Perotto.

Ooh!

Thank you.

Though the joy we feel is tempered by
the continued

absence of little Giovanni.

We propose a toast to the beauteous
bride and to

our new son, Alfonso di Calabria, Prince
of

Bichiglia and Salerno.

Salute.

Salute.

Now, everyone, enjoy the evening.

Oh, thank you.

Rodrigo?

With so much love in the air, I'm in the
most amorous mood.

Let us spend the rest of the night in
our bed, James.

I have a duty to perform that will take
me to the hour of matins.

A duty?

King Federico insists that this marriage
be consummated tonight so that there can

be proof at a later date that the groom
functions as a husband.

I cannot believe it. In my own eyes.

He's drunk.

All of you.

Lucrezia, I would like to turn back the
hours.

May we speak?

No, go to your wife.

Lucrezia. I said go away.

Cesare, you played the unicorn?

Did you see?

The unicorn can only be tamed by a
virgin.

Then I hope for your sake Princess
Carlotta de Ragona is still chaste.

Unlike you.

I'm grateful that our kiss did not
become a fuck.

What sort of monster would we have
created?

Whereas you and Perotto have given the
world perfection.

I wonder where is your son?

And I wonder why you do not seem to
care.

I long to be with you.

Alone.

Are you nervous?

Are you?

Oh, indeed.

But I do not mind.

You are worth the world, my love.

Convincing, but not enough.

Alfonso, pull back the sheet.

I hear and see only you.

Think tightly.

Hear and see only me.

I still cannot tell whether this is
acting.

I am sorry, but... Where is his penis?

Children, we must witness the
penetration.

Fuck me husband Yeah, fuck me fuck me