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May 1494, Trinity Sunday.

The son is not the father.

Carlotta, I love you.

And I do not wish to be known as Madonna
la Cardinalessa. I will cease to be a

cardinal. The father is not the Holy
Spirit.

Oil and vitriol.

Good for melancholia.

I am going to Capodimonte.

You would leave us when we need you the
most. I cannot allow it. I love my

brother just as much as you love one.

The Holy Spirit is not the sun.

Grazia, I would like to turn back the
hours.

No. Alfonso?

You would rather chase wild deer than
cuddle with your wife?

I know. I will always leave you wanting
more.

Yet all three are the same.

I do not have to go.

Our family's survival depends on my
success in Leo.

Or we will perish when our father's no
longer pope.

We returned, Julia.

Come back.

We're sorry. We did not mean to hit you.

No, look right there.

No, no.

You are back from Lyon.

Julian.

Stay!

Julian. When we open this door, we want
you on the other side.

No trace.

Get to the room.

Get out of my way!

May the reception of this sacrament, O
Lord our God, as

also the confession of our faith in the
holy and everlasting Trinity

and in its undivided unity, prosper us

in body and soul.

These poisons made my soul feel so
lofty.

Yet in truth, they divided my soul from
my flesh and my brain.

The three must rejoin.

Like the Trinity, I will endure.

I will renew myself.

Look to you alone.

There is only one woman whose love I
want.

And one man who she still may love.

And one king who can separate the two.

And none of them are among these common
folk.

A sign of welcome?

Or a threat?

Cesare Borgia, envoy of His Holiness
Pope Alexander VI.

Ah, mon vieil ami.

Dressed so much more extravagantly than
last I saw you.

The night you murdered the Chazard de
Degem, butchered four of my soldiers,

torched my encampments, and used the
Cappadocian horses, which you had gifted

me, to escape.

I did not murder the Chazard.

Do you not bow?

Of course.

Particularly to her highness.

We send to you, my Christian king, our
heart, that is to say, our son,

Cesare, who is prized by us beyond all
measure.

Let him be a signal of our endless
affection for you, your queen, and for

France.

I understand I missed quite your
arrival.

What happened again?

Your Highness, I have traveled up the
Apennines, across the Alps, over the

fields of Provence.

To talk to you about the night I killed
a man.

This man whom I killed had been
viciously intimate with my mother.

When I learned of the assault, I was...
I felt

myself disappear.

And became a man made of straw.

Who here knows such devastation?

We all do.

When I learned the identity of the
assailant, I found him.

He happened to be Frank.

And I looked him in the eye.

And I stuck him with my dagger.

I twisted the blade until his insides
bled.

He whimpered and collapsed.

And I had won.

The world minus another devil.

Who here knows such victory?

Some of us do.

How does it feel?

Triumphant? How else?

Blissful? How else?

Because the only way to rid the world of
evil is by putting yourself in its path.

Exposing your own insides.

Calm are the complacent, never rising
from their chairs.

Calm are the judgmental, never putting
themselves at risk.

But show me a man who feels fright, and
I will show you a man with values and

loved ones, with the blood of his heart.

filling his muscles because he is
willing to stake his last breath on

something that is more than nothing.

I've taken a life.

I've created a son.

I've been in love.

Each time I was afraid.

Those who do not know such fear.

Do not know courage.

Majesty, at this moment, the presence of
Islam darkens the world.

Catholic mothers suffer at Muslim hands.

Pilgrims to the Holy Land are massacred.

There is a trail of straw men from here
to Jerusalem.

Take your army.

Light them on fire.

Prove yourself.

the most Christian of kings.

You tried to apologize at my wedding
reception, and I refused.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I hurt you.

When I learned that I was to be a
father, I became giddy.

A man is never giddy unless he hears
such news.

I understand.

So... You still love me?

I do.

Then why are you on that horse?

Do you love me?

How can I remain in Rome with my leg now
unquestionably healed and my wife

with her few excuses?

I thought my marriage a punishment from
God.

With my son once again in my arms, I
know that for the sake of his happiness,

I must be happy as well.

Let me try again You asked me to teach
you how to defend yourself, but women

are not supposed to fight like men Then
women should not be hit by men

With which hand did Pope Alexander
strike you?

His right.

Better.

Seminine. Signora.

His Holiness requests your return to
Rome.

And Princess Gasset requests yours.

Just when is the Captain General of the
Papal Guard a messenger boy?

If you refuse to obey, I will come back
to Capo di Monte not as a messenger, but

as the Captain General, with the full
force of my guard.

What a lot.

Because Mr. Alexander is sickly. Because
of the vitriol.

Let him go away. It is best.

Our family has accepted his generosity.
We owe him his wrath.

He's an old lecho.

Who will die, if not now, by the next
fever? A sour grape.

Where will that leave Laura?

The illegitimate daughter of a dead
poet's whore.

Rodrigo believes in family.

He will arrange provision for a child.

For Vanozza Catanese's children, yes.

He gave her a husband.

Several.

To provide an income.

Angelo.

Angelo, dear, please.

Do not hurt yourself.

If that vulture does not leave you
alone, Julia, I will

kill him.

Where is the vulture? Calm down.

Please, calm down.

Alessandro.

Go to Rome.

Tell Trico to put down his filthy pen
and secure a marriage for your sister.

Any word from Julia?

She is no antidote.

Bring the notes to Katanae.

Highness, please!

Step away!

I'm coming through!

Highness, no!

Highness, please!

The Borgia have all turned mad.

Princess, what is this? I must see my
father.

Please, dismount at once.

He is dying?

No, the illness is temporary.

Then as Camerlengo you speak in his
voice.

Alfonso d'Este must be named to a
position in the Vatican hierarchy.

You dabble in politics now, Highness?

I trample cockroaches, Secretary.

Does not Ferrara too often favour Milan
against Rome?

Duke, Hercule is a pious dog.

He even supported Savonarola.

What better way to make a duke an ally
than by employing his son?

She has good logic.

We've not had a papal archivist since
the sudden demise of Cardinal Zeno. The

salary is substantial, yes?

The office is in roll.

Is that not all the payment you seek?

Cesare, do you not enjoy Veneto?

I'm sorry.

My words are not with me.

There is a woman.

One of your ladies-in-waiting.

Carlotta d'Aragona.

Carlotta.

I... I love Carlotta.

Love?

From aboard you?

I grant my blessing.

No. Seals be tossed to your cavern.
Which one?

Guy de Leval.

Ah, yes.

I had forgotten.

These palace courtships.

When I gaze upon the two of you,
Majesties, I am tormented by jealousy.

Jealousy?

Of us?

The love between you?

Love is a trait that Jesus displayed.

Compassion for others.

Charles Andou died four months ago.

He was three years old.

Our only issue.

How cruel to the child.

Yet I did not cry.

Such weakness, such indulgence never
felt proper for someone of my birth.

During my son's funeral cortege, I
followed his tiny body as we

approached the Cathedral de
Saint-Martin.

Passing my subjects who lined the
street, I remained, as always, stoic.

And then, Cardinal Briconet whispered,
Your Highness,

you do not need your people respect
because you have their love.

And I looked upon the Monarchs.

And I saw all our friends.

Period.

I cut my boyfriend.

And I wept every tear I have ever
withheld.

What my people showed me was true love.

Yes. But you do not speak of love,
Josiah Baudrillard.

You speak of romance.

Romance is for young girls.

I am a man. Ah.

So you really speak of lust.

What did Jacob feel when he set his eyes
upon Rachel?

Name that, and you will know of what I
speak.

No scripture, please.

Cesare, I can see that you are a man in
need.

So following Christ's example, I will
show you compassion.

Charles, do not bargain on that girl's
future.

She has a chance to have a bon vie by
marrying whom she chooses.

Unlike us.

Are you still a sporting man?

With our racing horses and your
bullfights. I favor nothing more than

competition. Guy de Levalle is a Breton.

My countryman. He's my cousin and my
subject.

Beat me at Jodhpoma and I will forbid
Guy from marrying Carlotta.

Carlotta is my lady in waiting.

She could do no better than the son of
the Pope.

You challenge me to hear the poem.

I am a master.

I accept.

Not now.

Tomorrow.

Tonight, we have left to discuss and
food to digest.

The Pope gave Chesire.

200,000 ducats to spend for his campaign
to Leon.

Yes, Cesare was resplendent, but his
absence leaves a gaping hole in the

papal treasury.

My only father epitomizes fiscal
restraint, except in terms of his own

children.

While in Capodimonte, I devised a way to
bolster Mother Church's finances.

Hmm?

What do many of the Roman noblemen have?

Ambulance, I am in no mood to play
puzzles.

Money and facial hair.

I propose a tax on beard.

The rich will pay to prove that they can
afford to, and the poor will look better

without the scraps.

You will present your plan at today's
consistory.

Could I not first tell the Pope?

Is this your attempt to ferret out the
state of Alexander's health?

My sister wants to remarry.

When next you meet the Pope, you will
not even mention the name John.

Do your new duties as prefect of the
papal archives give you the freedom to

travel the city midday?

The archives are in total disarray.

The monks who serve me have been fobbed
off from other departments due to their

incompetence.

And the place smells.

Oh, what I endure to be near you.

Poor soul.

Alfonso?

Yes? Come see baby Giovanni.

I am dirty from the hunt.

To keep our sanity, we count our
footsteps.

With eight, we make a circle.

There's a chip in my toe.

It's not what I meant.

We cannot speak the right words.

I will bandage your hands to keep you
from scratching the wounds. You slept

with Della Rovere.

I did not.

When I was the cardinal vice-chancellor,
and he a mere bishop.

I did not.

After my uncle died, and I was locked in
the conclave. I did not even know you

then.

Water. Water. Yes.

Water! Water!

The proposed tax is voluntary. If you do
not wish to pay, shave

your beard.

This is what comes from putting the
papal curse in the hands of a pauper. A

bit.

Brothers.

Silence!

A bedless room will improve the city's
overall cleanliness.

Clean-shaven men fold the suite just as
much as those with whiskers. The seat of

Holy Mother Church must have an
appearance of civility.

The seat of Holy Mother Church is empty.

You're trying to line your pockets while
Borgia is incapacitated.

This is no true session unless a pope is
present, I concur.

How dire is his health?

Pope has a mild fever and an upset
stomach.

Whilst he recovers, the pontiff names a
regent.

Pope Alexander VI of that

name hereby anoints as Vice-Chancellor
of the Holy See Cardinal

Raffaele Riario Sansoni.

Ooh, Della Rovere.

Always the thinking ship to Santoni's
rat.

As Camerlingo, I have proven myself true
to the word of Christ.

What in holy hell is this? I am honored
and accept the position. I will attend

to the office dutifully. Is this
Borgia's signature?

Or another of your forgeries? My first
act as vice chancellor will be to

approve the proposed taxation.

on facial hair.

Where is Borgia? We demand to see Borgia
in the flesh.

Our second act is to reinstate Giuliano
Cardinal Della

Robere as papal legate. Have you
abducted the Bishop of Rome?

Does he even live?

Are you hiding a corpse? The Pope has a
mild fever and an upset stomach.

I love you.

And I accept you for who you are.

Why can you not love me for who I am?

Because you do not truly love me for who
I am.

I am merely an echo of someone else.

You are wrong.

I love only you.

I see.

When the stakes are as high as one's
future happiness, a man must do all he

can.

I married Anne to control Bretagne.

Not for love or romance or lust.

But then I felt all three.

She did not.

I challenged you because...

In your defeat, I hope to see for a
brief moment my wife smile at me.

If you were to lose, then you should
grant me the thoroughbreds you brought

to Lyon.

Do you accept?

I accept.

And the chest of gold in your
possession?

I accept.

I will serve first.

Parade. If I win, you will help me mount
a second campaign against King

Federigo.

The father of your one true love.

You keep adding conditions to our wager
to see what I will say. Enough.

Carlotta is not worth this much.

She is.

Yourself.

Pare.

The game has begun.

I am praying for his highness.

Have you told Guy?

For King Charles to win.

For Almighty God to judge.

You will keep your word?

Yes.

I will tell Guy.

But first, I ask you to contemplate the
passion

which you have for Carlotta.

Is it love or is it obsession?

Are they different?

Come.

Let us make ourselves presentable for my
cousin, Guy de Laval.

That news should not be delivered in
sweat-stained clothes.

If you do not want me saying so, you run
gracefully.

The reason why I adore this game, when I
play, I can forget who I am.

Are you hurt?

My husband does not want you to visit.

You're right about the smell.

Look at this mess.

Not a single letter or memorandum has
been thrown away since the time of Pope

Nicholas.

How am I to organize it?

Ernest. Is that the room I laid?

No.

Then I would not have a hiding place to
enjoy you.

Away from that idiot Neapolitan.

She's gone in search of a document at
the papal archives.

I will have a servant fetch her.

Your eyes are so pretty.

Your Highness.

People praise Lucrecia's beauty.

Yet here you are, standing right next to
her.

Yes, Highness.

My suitors go on and they see about my
eyes.

But it's all they ever notice.

Me?

I have yet to see a pair of eyes which
make me blink.

Your Majesty call for me?

Yes, dear cousin.

I summon you.

Highness.

Yes.

I summon you to impart news.

which you will not enjoy.

In bitterness there is security.

When one goes, so does the other.

You will keep his promise?

Louis, do you call me all that's been
said for? Even when I win, I lose.

Then when you lose, you must win.

How do you do it, Charles?

Charm, Louis.

Once I killed a witch who with her last
breath cursed me.

So too did Bonarola.

Strange.

When I believed in God, I did not
believe in curses.

Your righteous indignation was quite
convincing, cousin.

As was your moral superiority.

Perhaps instead of priests, we should
have been actors.

Even as people leg it to France, I am
not convinced that you can keep Cesare

from becoming king of Naples.

Then I will cheer him onwards, just as
you will be Borgia's biggest supporter,

until you hurt him.

Your entourage awaits you at the Piazza
del Popolo? Yes, a hundred of my bravi.

Tiriano, what have I done?

We have been watched.

Judas!

Judas!

My passport to France!

Au revoir, Borgia, think of France!

Cardinal Farnese.

An urgent message from your sister.

Angelus Solas has gone to heaven.

Mama remains in Capodimonte to prepare
his body for burial.

I am sorry to give you such sad tidings
on this happy day.

Why happy?

Has Silviano told you?

You and I are going to have another
child.

I have nothing left to give. The poison
is almost completely removed from your

system, Rodrigo.

You said that this morning.

I cannot do this.

Bring me some vitriol.

Rodrigo. You heard me.

Get some vitriol.

Out of my way.

Out of my way.

Where am I walking?

Where am I walking?

You're great.

I am sorry to meet you under such
circumstances.

Just that I bored you.

I understand that my cousin's injury
happened during a game of the pom with

you.

You must immediately banish all feelings
of guilt.

You are utterly innocent, and I, and
Jesus, and the good people of France,

consider you thus.

Thank you, Your Grace.

You, sturdy young man.

And what was Charles thinking, opposing
you?

But still, I will insist upon a rematch
to defend the name of Anjou Guy.

Show me to my cousin.

What say you?

My lord, we are moments away.

Where is Anne? When the queen heard of
your arrival, she excused herself.

My cousin and I have not always agreed
on foreign policy or family matters.

But he is my sovereign.

To see him die here, like a withered
crone, that is a tragedy.

What are you doing?

Help me.

Stop this!

Come on, man.

Here, the door.

Clear the path.

Which way are we going?

No, no, we have him.

Yes.

Cesare Borgia, this is better.

Where's the crown?

There you are, Majesty.

Her Majesty, Queen Anne.

My Lord.

Rise, Your Royal Highness.

The king is dead.

Long live the king!

Francesc? Venota?

We are ready.

It goes in your head.

I must await the coronation.

Otherwise, I tempt fate.

Wearing the crown will take some getting
used to, I thought.

And if I just have it laying around,
I'll be more at ease.

Have you informed your wife that she'll
be queen?

Oh, my wife.

Dear Jeanne.

Not yet.

Anne does not...

have to leave the royal bedroom.

Of course she does.

The queen, now the dowager queen, must
return to Britannia and... You love her.

I will hate to lose such strategic
lands.

The Tudor king grows... You love her.

Come, Highness.

As a man in love, I can recognize the
signs of a man in the same turmoil.

When one is royalty, appearance is
supreme.

As king, I can do anything that my
subjects would allow.

You were forced to lead a moral life.

A regulated one.

I am the son of Pope Alexander VI.

He who decides morals.

He who alters regulations.

I get to see the boys of mine at work.

I can secure for you a papal annulment
from the Duchess Jeanne.

So you may love whom you love.

And keep Britannia away from England.

Oh, I see.

Then we shall be good friends.

I will do all I can to ensure your
happiness.

In return, you will do all you can to
ensure mine.

I see that we shall be best friends.

King, Joserai must become a king.

Their name.

Their blood.

A dynasty to our last time.

The Vice-Chancellor would like to
present you with a gift, Holiness.

Who?

Rihario Sansoni.

I appointed him Vice-Chancellor?

Yes.

Are you well enough for an audience,
Rodrigo?

Ah.

Holiness.

In gratitude for my promotion and in
celebration,

of your recovery, I present you with
this exquisite crucifix.

Who did this?

Which genius?

He waits outside.

Bring him to us.

Buonarroti.

I present you the artist

Michelangelo Buonarroti, formerly of
Florence.

create something so divine?

With my hands, good father.

Many men work with their hands.

Few connect to the eternal.

We are so distant from Christ now.

In 1500 years, he has become an idea
alone.

I need to know the Jesus who was also
flesh.

He had a head and a heart.

A penne in an ass?

His tongue could taste grapes and his
teeth could ache.

His hands may have felt callous when
they caressed another skin.

God created the human body, good father.

We are duty bound to celebrate such an
extraordinary creation.

Yes.

Yes.

We count on gracious God, ever old.

You shall design our tomb.