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1496, Rodrigo Borgia has returned to
Rome, reclaiming full authority as pope.

We appoint Lucrezia Borgia as chief
papal counselor.

Please, Rodrigo, spare my cousin.

Finally, you come.

Rodrigo, Rodrigo, I am sorry!

With the Holy Father restored, Cesare
resumes his offensive throughout the

papal state. I will subjugate the
mutinous cities inside the papal state.

The capture of Katharina's water
trumpets this warning.

Bend to Borgia or be destroyed.

Lucretia, no longer regent, struggles to
adapt to her new diminished role.

I already sit at the Pope's right hand.

When was the last time that hand did not
wave you away?

All the while, the Borgia accumulate
more and more enemies.

Crawl away in your belly, like the worm
that you are.

Be my eyes and ears in the Borgia
apartments.

I want the power to place the evil eye
on whomever I choose.

Cesare, you have no greater admirer than
I, but this procrastination is unworthy

of your military genius.

We must advance on Florence.

As I said, Vitelli, I will move against
the Florentines only if they reject my

demands. 300,000 ducats and the freedom
to move my troops through their

territories.

The fact that they have not even
responded is an insult to you and the

Pope. To do anything less than a full
siege shows weakness.

The signory are the ones who
procrastinate.

Hoping that King Louis will march over
the Alps and south to Naples, towing me

along.

Duke Pandolfo Petrucci of Siena.

We will use time's pressure to force the
signory to accede to our behead before

the French arrive.

I salute the man.

who has rid our peninsula of both
Ludovico and Caterina Sforza. I salute

you, Pandolfo, who holds his seat of
power longer than any other duke in

Italy. And I have not done so with idle
talk.

Too true, too true.

You come before me in humble desperation
to sign a treaty of alliance and gain my

protection. Desperation?

This is an alliance of equal advantage
to us both. How so?

Montecruciano is claimed by you and
Florence, yet their claim has the

support of France.

You need me to intercede with my friend
Louis or to crush the Florentines in

combat. And you need me to frighten the
Signore into cooperating with your plan

to subdue the Romagna without my
munitions.

Your time is up.

Sign the treaty.

I eagerly await to see which of us will
break this alliance first.

Ready the papal guard.

To go where, your grace?

No place, yet.

I want the noise of us preparing for war
to be so loud that it resonates as far

north as the ears of Niccolo
Machiavelli.

Florence will once more go deaf to the
name of Borgia. The night sky will be

illuminated with fire from my cannons.
And echo with the gallop of a thousand

horses. And then Florence will be yours.

Cesare will attack Ravenna. That is the
bold move.

No, Cesare will attack Pesaro. That is
the smart move.

He will attack Florence.

Cesare has made a pact with Siena. How
do you know this?

I am the vice-chancellor.

Borgia would never tell him.

Sansoni must have a secret ally in the
Borgia household.

We will end up like the Orsini if we
cannot do the same.

Gentlemen, while my benefactor Cardinal
Della Rovere continues to serve as papal

legate to front, he has instructed me to
ally with you, the great Colonna family.

Now I will be your secret ally.

All I ask is, do you know how many
troops are currently in Cesare's employ?

Time for the concessory.

I will come with you and stand by your
side.

Since my father's return, my role in the
Vatican has diminished.

I am once again nothing but a wife.

Today is my presentation, so I must
appear without a husband.

Besides, while Angela visits Antoine in
Spain, I trust only you to care for the

children.

Carlo Canale, Warden of Terranova.

Carlo, in our ongoing effort to improve
the administration of Rome, we asked

Lucrezia to thoroughly examine our papal
prisons.

You have been quite successful, old
friend, if success can be measured in

profit. Profit is one of the goals,
holiness.

Tell us, why do we imprison men?

To deprive miscreants of liberty as
punishment for wrongdoing. Excellent.

So then why do you allow murderers and
thieves to leave Terra Nuova at night?

Because they have purchased passes but
must return at dawn.

In between, they commit more crime.

Privileges have always been allowed for
those who can afford them. As of this

day, the sale of passes and privileges
is no more.

Prisoners must fear time spent in
turnover.

What of my income?

You dare to whine to the Supreme Pontiff
of the Universal Church about your

petty, insignificant needs?

We speak of justice!

Be gone, Canali.

We will close our eyes.

And when we open them, you will be gone.

He is dead.

Mama?

Mama, I have come with some terrible
news.

Oh.

Oh, Lucrezia.

Lucrezia.

This is Theophilo.

Your Highness, I am honored.

Your Grace.

I warned you, Chancellor.

Support my campaign to secure the Papal
States or be trampled by the hooves of

my stallion.

Cesare, appointed officials do not rule
absolutely.

Any contract with you must be
deliberated upon.

No, your government has never been my
friend.

An insult they will regret till the end
of days.

The signory are afraid that you will
turn into a tyrant.

I do not conquer to tyrannize, but to
destroy tyranny.

Yet your actions echo otherwise.

The Duke of Siena is a cruel and selfish
desperate. In your eyes, yes, because he

is your enemy.

But you forget.

I am the man that freed Florence from
Savonarola, birthing your republic.

Now I will liberate the rest of Italy,
by whatever means necessary.

Tell your masters time no longer works
in their favor.

You have three days to agree to my
terms, or the members of your signory

will burn in the same square where
Savonarola was roasted.

No grace, a word alone.

There are rumblings from Folly.

A possible mutiny by your Gascon troops.

You must head north at once to silence
the dissent.

You cannot afford to have Florence learn
of this internal unrest.

Who rallies my men against me?

Pierre d'Achambault.

Complaining that you wallow in palatial
decadence with the use of their wages.

The conspirators plan to seize the roker
until you agree to share your wealth.

They claim that which does not exist.

The papal coffers are empty.

And without those ducats from Florence,
I will soon be destitute.

We ride to Foley.

The Gascons are too vicious to defeat
head on.

Victory will only come by unraveling
them.

Tell my generals that upon my arrival, I
wish to review my army's elite units.

And ready the gravediggers.

Repeat for me what I have taught you. To
become a true dictator, I must unleash

extreme emotion.

Jealousy, envy, malice, toward the soy
whiskers.

That merchant, he once told me a rotten
tomato, and when I complained, he called

me a stupid vulva.

I hate him.

And so, I will go to him.

Voice in my eyes.

Gaze directly into his.

Speak slowly.

Inhale. Exhale.

Use my breath to remove his.

You

look

ill.

What? You do not look well.

You sweat.

You breathe in odd gasps.

Do I?

Your head aches. A searing pain which
increases intensely as it spreads down

your neck.

Pounding, burning, settling right here.

Look, are you going to buy something or
not, you stupid vulva?

I guess I did not hate him enough. Come
here!

I normally pass this.

It's feeling.

Spiritus.

Lucrezia, when you saw my villa, let me
be the first to touch his head.

Yet another secret, Mama.

Carlo Canali was a man of principle.

Uncorrupted.

By the temptations of a greedy world.

He... He was...

Holiness,

you suffer from a condition known as
comitialibus.

Call it by its true name.

Epilepsy. Is this illness treatable?

We have only begun to understand its
intricacies.

Not long ago, epilepsy was considered
demonic possession.

For now, bad rest and warm liquids
should restore you.

Opiates to sleep.

I thought...

I left this reflection behind at Monte
Cassino.

You have convulsed before.

My uncle, Calixtus, sat on

St. Peter's throne very late in life.

A brilliant man.

Far greater than me.

He, too, suffered for me.

Turning slowly into a darker shadow of

the man he was.

Our father who art in heaven, hallowed
be thy name. Thy kingdom come.

He's dying.

How many days will you and Cesare remain
alive?

Once another man, De la Rovere, his
pope.

The Holy Father will recover.

Until he does, you must assume command.

I will assume nothing.

The time!

You have been told that Cesare Borgia
steals your salaries, that Cesare Borgia

cares solely about Cesare Borgia.

Only he who puts his own life in danger
knows the value of a life.

I have killed.

I have bled.

I know well your worth.

And paid accordingly.

So why have none of you received your
due?

Darchambeau thieves your ducats.

Lies! To cut an innocent nothing!

I speak the truth.

I will leave myself exposed.

Will the bailiff of Dijon do the same?

Move!

A broken riding mule that will take you
over the Alps and back to France.

For sustenance, you will eat only bitter
crow's meat.

General Donaldo will accompany you to
ensure your safety and properly explain

your treachery to King Louis.

No!

Paolo Machiavelli, Secretary of the Ten
and Chancellor of the Florentine

Republic.

Perfect timing, Chancellor.

I traveled to Rome at top speed only to
find that you had departed.

Then I rode here to Folies, hoping to
find me dead at Gascon hands.

On the contrary, we Florentines are in
awe of the way you handled the mutiny.

So... The signory has agreed to contract
you as condottiere for a sum of 300

,000 ducats.

Cesare.

And I will be granted unrestricted
passage throughout your territories.

The signory has no better friend than
Cesare Borgia.

At first light, we leave for Pesaro.

Pesaro. Not Pesaro. Pesaro can provide
us with a port.

and the chance to expel the last
remaining Sporza Duke, Giovanni, my

sister's first husband.

That impotent fool.

There was no word on the Pope's
condition.

This convulsion could be insignificant,
or it could be something far worse.

I will bring Laura to him. She will
enliven his spirit.

You've forgiven His Holiness for the
brutal death of our cousin?

The more I try to hate Rodrigo, the more
I'm ravaged by love.

You lie.

You're plotting some treachery.

Revenge is not the answer.

Should you not be tending to your
pregnant Sylvia, or are you too busy

following papal commands to ever take
initiative?

You confuse neutrality with inaction.

Patience is a virtue.

This is our problem.

You accept the status quo too easily, so
we for needs go nowhere.

I'm not certain which Heather is.

Some say Forlì, some say Pizarro.

He must keep us better informed.

I will.

But, Papa, I can do more.

You have said repeatedly that in your
absence I ran the Vatican with

expertise.

If you're ill, let me carry some of your
burden.

Darling girl, I dream only of the day
when you and Cesare will rule my place.

But solidifying this goal is a bloody
business.

And your soul must be spared any of the
sins we will be forced to commit.

We came as soon as we heard. Oh, my
sweet daughter.

You have grown.

May we speak in private, Rodrigo?

I'm a sister.

We will watch birds.

I have a brand new tripod.

You must be silent, Cassette, and go.

You're better.

For now.

I feel as if I'm under someone's curse.

My Rodrigo.

Gloat over the ruin of the man who
executed your cousin?

Or have you run out of ducats?

I come neither in avarice nor anger.

I would never forgive myself if
something terrible happened to you and I

was not here.

Holding your hand.

You heard us to the quick.

Walking out.

Ignoring our misses.

I was wrong to do so.

We are capable of forgiveness.

We want a further heartbreak.

Until you can prove your true
intentions, you may bring Laura back to

live in the Apostolic Palace, but we
will not share this.

How is Milan? In a panic, Ludovico
Sforza is broken free from his dungeon

and moved north to the Alps. He has
captured Como with the help of 9,000

Swiss mercenaries, financed by Emperor
Maximilian. And France does what? She

mobilizes the king's marshal, Trivulzio,
orders the French and Gascon soldiers

under your charge to join him.

We will depart at once.

Great Borgia, he, Trivulzio.

Does not want you to accompany the army

I

Know well the danger

in which I stand I will no longer depend
on promises be they royal or papal I

alone will erect my empire How many
Spaniards and Italians remain with us

3,000.

Not enough to attack Pesaro.

Shit!

Who?

Lorenz Beheim.

Humanist, physician, and astrologer.
Your Grace, astrology is an

unprovable field.

Now, this man philanders with the true
science of astronomy, hiding behind

vague forecasts of determinants. Well,
Truna has brought me this far.

I cannot ignore the celestial map any
more than the ones that you draw.

I must decide whether to continue my
campaign or change course.

Which way does fortune's wheel spin?

You are a Virgo, yes.

I am more of Viper than Virgo.

Your true path will be revealed at the
point of eternal origin.

You must return to Rome.

Why, we summoned.

by the Chancellor?

I don't know.

I thought Borgia included you in his
many plans.

He is like the Tiber.

At any given moment, one is uncertain
which direction he will follow.

He will not discuss the war between
Sforza and the French or Cesare's

crusade across the Papal States.

Nor the true nature of the Holy Father's
own illness.

Borgia clearly is once again addicted to
vitriolo.

No.

It is something else.

Diego Lopez de Jaro, envoy of Spain.

Holy one.

The explorer Cristoforo Colombo has
returned from another journey to the new

world. His discoveries are most
promising.

May I introduce you, Isa?

Born on the island of Hispaniola, a gift
to you from King Ferdinand.

She has learned to speak our language.

My, my, so colorful.

Should she not be naked? She is a true
believer in Christ, but not yet

baptized. His most Catholic majesty asks
you, Holy One, to save this heathen

soul.

Ego te baptizo in nomine Patris et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti.

Rise, child of God.

No, no, no, stop.

This is the tonic which will rejuvenate
Bulger's health.

We are curious about this continent
across the great ocean. Tell us of your

tribe, of your family.

We don't have buildings like this.

Our boats are smaller.

My people are so much newer.

Simpler, simpler.

The weather is warmer and the soil is...

I don't know the word.

Ita. What is ita?

It's like red, but different.

My Jesus.

What are you doing?

An offering to King God.

That is generous of you, Luisa.

But our savior is an immaterial being.

He does not care for vanity.

And you?

Would you accept a gift of my joy?

I am less perfect than he.

How beautiful.

Accepting trinkets from the native?

You once accepted emeralds from Fabrizio
Colonna.

To refuse would have been an insult.

You listen.

You say that Pesaro cannot be taken with
current troop levels? We'll need to

employ more men than that, at least
10,000. To recruit that many fierce and

brave Italians will take time. Which we
no longer have now that Ludovico Sforza

engages the French.

His victory will strengthen Giovanni
Sforza's rule in Pesaro.

Will the people of Milan accept
Ludovico's return?

Did they not share his ousting? For a
short time.

But the governor appointed by France has
proved himself to be far worse than Duke

Ludovico. We must instead attack
Florence. No, Pesaro can be taken.

Giovanni's torture lacks fortitude in
battle.

A tyrant is defeated once he loses the
enthusiasm of his subject.

That is why D'Archambault's mutiny
failed, and why Milan wavers.

The Duke of Pesaro can be beaten from
within.

I do not need 10,000 men.

But only ten.

You think I should not attack Pesaro?

That is not what I want to say.

Then why hesitate?

Because what I ask is difficult.

Command me. I will obey.

Spare the life of Giovanni Sforza.

We border have already killed him once
by destroying his reputation.

And what would you have me do with him?

Banishment? Imprisonment?

Shout of only Christ's mercy.

Christ's mercy?

And where will I find that rare gem?

In your own heart.

Or in mine.

Which loves Jesus in every way.

Ah, so you're a Christian then.

My faith in Christ is absolute.

My faith in Christianity is less
certain.

I can only feel the love of Christ
through you.

Chesire, we must move past these
romantic feelings.

Why? Because we never share them at the
same moment.

And because I have recommitted myself to
my vow of marriage. A vow you made to

punish yourself, convinced that you were
undeserving of happiness.

Circumstances have changed.

I now have a faithful husband, two
loving children. I am happy. That is the

lie you tell yourself.

Your current husband is still a depraved
cretin who stifles you in his embrace.

Chesire. No, I will not promise to spare
your former husband's life.

Your Grace, I present to you an envoy.
Later.

I bring up a tissue from your car. I do
not care, Sarah. You will wait.

You have not met the native girl?

No. You should fuck.

Only you, Julia, would talk to me of
fucking another woman while I'm fucking

you. Without it, fuck me, General.

What? I thought you knew.

Every corner of Rome is gossiping.

Your mother shares a bed with a peasant
boy.

Equal in your age.

But harm Theophilus. Harm?

I will castrate him.

He is only using you for his own benefit
while soiling my name.

Soil the name of Borgia?

And do you think me so ridiculous that I
cannot tell when someone genuinely loves

me?

Can you not let me be happy?

Lucrezia is happy. You are happy.

Therefore, so am I.

But if this peasant breaks your heart,
his happiness will be short-lived.

If you are to walk in Rome, then you
must do so as a proper Roman lady.

Will this bring me closer to Christ?

I have still not met our Savior.

You wish to meet with Jesus Christ?

Yes.

Well, first, you must be presentable.

Women must wear a chemise for modesty
and a kirtle

to support your form.

Ah, that hurts, Julia.

Content, babe.

That it would being a Roman lady cost a
surge of pain,

then a throbbing ache, the heart swell.

Ah, here you are.

Yes, just two girls, chattering.

Yes, I'm in.

My love. Sandra.

He is ready.

He?

I can feel him.

He must be a male. He is so obstinate.

I will not let you down this time.

No.

You have not.

Cannot.

Alessandra, come and see the new crib
I've purchased, please.

Sylvia's not well.

Her body's in labor.

But the child will not birth.

I do not understand.

The pregnancy has been healthy.

Where are those doctors whom I pay in
excess?

They can do no more.

The affliction lies deep in the womb.

The sole option left to us is not
permitted by the church.

Which option is that?

A new means of childbirth, invented by
Swiss big builder.

With a single incision, he saved the
life of both his wife and child.

I have summoned him on your behalf.

To color the flesh of the living or the
dead is a mortal sin. I will not miss

much black for me in my house.

Alessandro.

The Lord Count Viteri are in there with
Cesare.

Yes.

You said we need only ten men to take
Pesaro.

Detail your plan.

My plan must remain unspoken for now.

To trust is to tempt betrayal.

That is all.

Oh, Fortuna, before I act, I need to
know that you favor my strategy.

Send a sign.

Your Grace.

Ambassador Colonnuccio has been waiting
for three days. Not now, Agapito. I

cannot stomach any more diplomats, not
until the tempest in my brain subsides.

Hear only this.

Though presently employed by Ferrara,
Colonnuccio is a native of Pesaro, who

fled the abuse of Giovanni Sforza.

And thus bears a grudge which must be
satiated.

Yes, yes, Fortuna. Yes.

Ambassador Pandolfo Culinuccio, envoy
from Ferrara.

Your Grace.

I have nothing to fear. I have no
intention of conquering Ferrara. Our two

duchies will harmonize.

My master will be most pleased.

Speaking of masters, both current and
past...

You were once intimate with Giovanni
Sforza. The Duke of Pesaro and I had a

bitter parting.

I thought it better to resign.

He thought it better to imprison me and
seize my lands.

Then we are well met.

I seek to strip Sforza of his lands.

Bring me ten brave and trustworthy men
from Pesaro who share in our mutual

hatred of Giovanni.

I could give you many more than ten.

Ten suffices.

And in as many days.

You will witness the end of Sforza.

They remind me of us at

that age.

Innocent. Until they eat a sour apple
from the tree of knowledge.

Then they'll be riddled with guilt.

The world is not so absolute.

If it were, Laura and Pierluigi would
not be playing right now.

Both you and Rodrigo broke your vow of
celibacy.

A wayward priest is nature's norm.

But to mutilate that... Human body.

The temple of the Holy Spirit is a
mortal sin.

Mama is right about the surgery.

But if the pink delta fails, Sylvia and
the baby will die.

Then we will have shed blood on our
hands and sin blackening our souls.

Where is it written that this is a sin?

Why would God want us...

To watch those we love die without our
trying to save them.

We risk our souls.

So what?

Better that than standing at a tomb lost
in regret.

When does the Gilder arrive?

Cesare!

Let us ride.

I knew the evening smelled of primrose.

You go to Pesaro?

Yes.

With only ten men?

Yes.

Your secret plan. You plan, Papa plots,
and I rot!

Your voice will wake the dead.

My voice once commanded the living.

But now I atrophy.

An unused muscle in the border body.

What has your husband done?

This is not Alfonso's fault. This is
Rome.

Cesare, I cannot travel backwards in
time to the sweet, complacent Lucrezia.

My life.

I must do something with my life.

Who understands such impatience better
than I?

Take me with you.

Is that what you want?

Lucrezia, soon you will have all you
desire.

In the interim, you would do our family
a great service by looking after Mama.

I fear this Teofilo is a wolf hiding
beneath sheepskin.

He's harmless.

And besides, I'm glad for Mama. How
often does a woman have a lover of her

own choosing?

But does he love her?

Use your idle hours to find out invite
them both to dinner Who understands true

love better than you?

That's it.

Bishop de Grassi, I have come to make
holy confession.

Duke of Pesaro, you may confess to me.

Guards!

Guards! Stop yelling. You cannot arrest
me nor hurt me. I evoke the rite of

sanctuary. The heathen cannot evoke
sanctuary.

You do not even believe in God.

What I believe matters not. What you
believe does.

Will you defy the precepts of your faith
by denying the safety of a soul?

Are you here to kill me?

No.

What is that sound?

Giovanni!

Can you hear?

Our people cheer their love for you.

Cesare Borgia. Continue, Galeato.

The people... wish to shower you with
gold.

Come into the courtyard.

I would not go if I were you.

You're a lascivious tyrant, despised by
every beggar, merchant, soldier, and

priest.

Do you really believe that they suddenly
hail you?

This is a trap, one which I have set,
sending ten of your disgruntled minions

to stir up the crowd against you.

The moment you step into that courtyard,
instead of gold, you'll be showered by

daggers and axes.

You'll be hacked to pieces by the good
people of Pezzoro.

Go to the Piazza. Offer my gratitude.

Say I am devising ways to decrease their
taxes and will address them tomorrow

from our balcony.

I say again, they adore you. Do as I
command.

Do not worry.

I'm as well versed in the anatomy of man
as I am in beef.

Are you familiar with Galen's De
naturalibus facultatibus libri trei?

Yes. But Galen is sadly out of date.

Fred?

Conrad, what have I said?

Every instrument must be clean.

He's my wife's nephew and an idiot.

I've done what you asked.

She's sedated.

What if Sylvia wakes?

She will.

In more pain than you or I know.

Conrad will restrain her. Do not worry.

He will be gentle.

Or he will be bludgeoned.

And our chances of success?

The chances are greater that only the
child will survive.

To wait here is best.

The sights are not pleasant.

Your agony will increase Sylvia's.

I will hold her hand.

from God.

My brother is dead.

Since you cannot change the way you
govern, Giovanni, I suggest you change

the people whom you govern.

Gather yourself new subjects.

You test my life, what?

Please, Cesare.

Friend, Lord, save me.

I will.

Rise.

In distant skies, you depart at once for
the harbor, where a light bark will

carry you to Ferrara.

You live only through the kind heart of
my sister, Lucrezia.

Lucrezia, disappear.

A boy.

How's Sylvia? She sleeps, content.

Science, Alessandro, is a miracle.

I have the love of two miracles.

Pierluigi and Alpaolo.

Chosen friends, beloved family, tonight
we welcome Teófilo and Juíza.

So, tell us, young man, how did you and
Venoza meet?

I work in the catamen vineyard.

Plucking from your own vine?

My three dead spouses were all too ripe,
Rodrigo.

You should understand the need for a
fresh start.

Where's your family from?

I was born near the Campo di Fiori. A
brutal neighborhood.

But thanks to the Holy Father, order
prevails.

I have watched every execution since
your election.

The thought, the public fear, the jaws
of anguish. I will never forget the

glorious sight of the traitor, Savelli.

Gouging from his socket, through Roman
justice, I cheered.

I did not know that such... cruelty
exists.

Only when necessary.

Primi a papardelle. The recipe imported
from my homeland Naples.

Teofilo, Juiza, these days we use the
fork.

See?

That is enough.

First an interrogation and then a
lecture.

Mama, I wanted only... To embarrass us?

Come. We will die at home.

The pasta does pair nicely with the
wine.

Agapito, I value your opinion.

Listen to this.

The cities I have conquered are like a
rotted tree, riven by corrupt

leadership, ready to fall.

With the first strike of lightning.

I am that lightning.

Illuminating a new era of freedom, of
justice.

The people of Pesaro will be uplifted.

I was wrong to spare Giovanni Sforza.

He will be trouble in the future.

You wish to see me, great Borgia? Yes.

I have a surprise for you.

I know you've reached the limits of your
pursuit to understand the human body.

Topographic anatomy enabled me to render
only man's shape, not truly examine his

inner workings.

Well, now you can dig deeper.

The only piece missing is his cock.

Most grateful.

I will not squander this opportunity.

Do not worry.

More bodies will come.

Ready?

Out.

Just as it has taken place at home.

Mark my words.

What has happened to your first husband
will not happen to me.

I love you, Lucrezia.

But your brother's cruelty knows no
bridle.

If he comes at me again, I will kill
him.