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1503.

Lucrezia Borgia has married Alfonso
d'Este. We will never

be.

She leaves Rome to live with her new
family in Ferrara.

Cesare's past dalliances continue to
haunt him. There are rumors that you

have the French disease.

I am clean.

I have waited patiently for two things.

First, the Pope's blessing of my claim
to the throne of Naples.

Cesare ignores the traitorous generals
who have trapped him in Feinsta.

Without his trusted loved one, Lucrezia.

You may bring Rory back to live in the
Apostolic Palace, but we will not share

this bed.

Pope Alexander is left alone with his
enemies.

The Spanish bull near death.

You are revived.

You are cured.

Pardon me, Your Grace.

My poor horse is tired. The journey has
been long.

Impressive.

You've just handled yourself exactly as
a death day would.

We have loved you from a distance
because of your singular virtues.

I trust you enjoyed the reports I sent
regarding our new sister-in-law.

Look at her.

She considers herself a woman of
fashion.

Yet that style of... clothes is so
Spanish.

Do you at least like the way Lucrezia
wears the Death Day headdress and

necklace?

Both look better on Mother.

On behalf of the Death Day family and
the people of Ferrara,

I welcome you.

Rodrigo Diaz de Bibar, the great El Cid,
challenge you, Bertrand de Guéclin,

the Eagle of Brittany, to a sword fight.

I accept.

No.

The Eagle of Brittany has pierced my
armor.

was a deathly blow.

I am... dying.

Gerolamo, you should be very proud.

Your father doesn't lose to anyone.

A conqueror deserves marzipan.

Go get some.

Fiametta did not want him to come.

I had to pry the boy from her hands.

The joy I feel having Girolamo here in
Faenza makes the absence of my daughter

sting even more.

Louisa is held hostage in France by King
Louis as a way of exerting control over

me and little Lucretia. So you will like
to see all of your children slaughtered.

What trouble do you, brother?

The armies of Vitelli, Baglioni,
Bentivoglio and Petrucci have these past

months encircled Faenza.

They could crush us at any moment.

Yet we wait and wait and wait for more
French troops.

Dear brother, how long can we hold off
taking action?

Do not confuse inaction with inertia,
Goffredo.

We are surrounded.

Yet I went to Rome for Lucrezia's
wedding.

I brought you and Geronimo back here
safely.

Sneaking in and out of town is not a
military victory.

For too long, the Italian duchies have
been fighting one another.

Instead of sharing our common interests,
we wage wars that weaken the whole of

us, allowing France and Spain to
dominate.

As the loyalty of my generals fluctuate,
I find myself fighting enemies who

should be my allies.

I say enough.

Invite Duke Giampaolo Baglioni to dine
with us.

And tell Niccolo Machiavelli that I wish
to see him.

Trust me, friend.

On this 11th anniversary of the
ascension of Pope Alexander, the 6th of

that name, we ask you, almighty gods,
who willed your apostle Peter to hold

first place in the inner fellowship of
the apostles, to look propitiously on

Alexander, your servant.

Enough. Enough.

You are tired, Grandpapa.

With Lucrezia and Ferrara.

Cesare and Goffredo and Faenza, we are
lonely.

Well, I am here, and my mother.

Yes, yes.

But you are not, Zoya. You have agreed.

Her presence in the Vatican is counter
to the... We look for social, not

sexual, intercourse.

Find an educated woman with a soothing
voice.

Not too alluring.

Can read to us and fill the hours with
mild jests and pleasant

conversation.

The angel of the Lord declared unto Mary
and she conceived of the Holy Spirit.

Behold the handmaid of the Lord.

Be it done unto me according to thy
word.

And the word was made flesh and dwelt
among us.

What is that, Grandpapa?

The Angelus, which our uncle Pope
Calixtus

instituted decades ago.

But the practice has fallen fallow.

We order its return.

All faithful Christians, upon hearing
the bells, must stop whatever they are

doing, kneel, and say the prayer.

If Muslims face to Mecca, surely we can
pay homage to the one true God.

Holy Father, this is an...

No, this is the most unexpected honor.

And who do we have the honor of meeting?

Nobody.

Even a nobody has a name.

Thracelio.

Well, Thracelio, we have been in Rome
for 50 years, and yet

our shoes have never touched this place.

Those same years, I have had fewer
visitors than there are apostles.

When we heard the pure and bright sound
of the angelus bells,

we felt as if God had summoned us here.

Perhaps our Lord is suggesting that we
should exchange jobs.

I would make a terrible pope.

And I, a terrible bell ringer.

We will both end our days where God has
placed us.

We are not ready to end our days.

No.

I am not ready.

Because the moment we die, we are me
again.

Death is part of God's design.

The guard's design is flawed.

Your Republic is like a nun in heat,
always promising, never committing.

Go back to Florence and prepare for your
doom.

Giampaolo Baglioni, Duke of Ravenna.

Benvenuto, old friend.

Are you my friend, Heiner?

Friends may disagree, but that does not
sever their bond.

Sit, eat.

I present to you a proposal.

In order to maintain stability in the
Romagna, I am restructuring my

government.

Central to the plan is the appointment
of a praxis, a role I choose you to

fill. Me?

Your praxis?

You would be expected to keep my
subjects in contentment. To do that, you

will need to keep my generals in line.

You would have powers unmatched by
anyone, save me.

That's compensation.

An annual payment of 20,000 decades.

Your most generous offer shatters my
soul.

This is not the meeting for which I
preferred.

Make Vitelli, Pentavoglio, and Petrucci
see and understand that my success

is theirs.

Those three challenge me because they do
not know how to defeat Florence.

I held the city underneath my thumb once
before and will again.

By Christ's holy name, I swear to... No,
no, no, do not swear.

In days past, a man could swear upon the
name of God and be believed.

Now we use God's name for curses and
contempt.

So let us replace spirituality with
legality.

Draw up a contract of reconciliation.

Wrongs committed on both sides are to be
forgiven with a promise of mutual

and perpetual defense.

We will rise together under my rule, or
we will obliterate each other.

There is no middle ground.

Now you sit.

Jean de Foix, military liaison for King
Louis d'Orléans.

Highness. I bring you fond wishes from
our cousin Louis, your devoted

Charlotte, and the people of France.

My heart misses all three.

His Majesty is preparing to march on
Naples and regain his rightful throne.

The French soldiers in your service must
be sent to Lombardy at once.

All of the soldiers?

He will leave two cooks.

Then we are not completely lost.

Yes, sir. He cannot allow this.

The loss of Gallic arms... The police
are strength to barely 1,000 men. The

king appreciates your unquestioned
cooperation.

I sympathize with your setback. I know
how crucial the French units are to your

overall campaign.

And yet, the loss is a blessing.

Now there is no threat to our friends
Vantavoglio, Vitelli, and Petrucci.

In fact, to show good faith, I will
expand my predicament.

Gofredo, order our remaining troops to
disband into small groups and set up

camp throughout the countryside.

But that leaves us too vulnerable.

Without trust, we have nothing.

My resolve is strong.

But I need your support at this critical
moment.

I will relay your message and praise its
virtues.

This porter woman is beneath us. Her
brother could very well seize Ferrara in

order to prevent the Venetians from
advancing into his territory.

France is our ally, and therefore so is
Il Valentino.

The Duke of Urbino believed himself to
be his ally until the prince sent Paul

de Montefeltro fleeing in his
undergarments to my court in Mantua.

And no pope has bestowed fewer favors on
our family than that fat Catalan.

One by one, the papal son conquers our
hapless neighbors. We agreed to this

marriage because in the end, the
practical overcomes the honorable.

As long as Lucrezia lives among us, we
are secure.

Apologies, Father. We were delayed
making our wedding vows official.

You should.

And should again. Bring forth many
children.

Preserve our family name.

We will deliver seven little desks to
kiss their grandfather's cheek.

Lucrezia, the Castello Estanza has at
its centre an enormous void. First,

the loss of our most revered Duchess
Eleonora, and then,

when our precious Isabella with the
Marquis of Mantua.

I also have felt the unbearable loss of
family, both to death and separation.

I ask you to serve as La Duquesa.

Stand by my side at public gatherings
and hear petitions when I am unable.

I will be the most obedient of daughters
in all that I do.

Among all the saving acts of God are
salvation, which our God...

The God who saves us has proposed to men
to be observed for his salvation.

These three, as the apostle says,
remain.

Faith, hope, and charity.

And they are to be observed in a special
way by all.

I welcome you to Senegalia.

Vitellotto, I am disheartened to hear of
your illness.

I know too well the horror which the
French disease can bring.

Some days I am unable to walk.

I must be moved about in a cot.

Your suffering is heroic.

Giovanni, may I embrace you as well?

And where is Petrucci?

I've gone back to Siena. His duchy is
tortured by malarial fever.

A pity.

He will miss the commencement of an
historic peace.

If peace is your intention, why do you
wear the full body armor?

To provide a bit of color.

And protection from those who are
unwilling to accept the fact that they

are conquered.

Chesire, my men have subdued the town.

There is no threat to you.

I'm at ease.

However, I do have one request.

Send your troops to camp on the shores
of the Adriatic.

As a sign of good faith, as I have done.

To quote Marcus Aurelius, waste no more
time arguing about what a good man

should be.

Be one.

Once our business here is done, we will
combine our four forces with that of

Siena and march on Florence.

Machiavelli will wilt like the lily he
is.

My illness has enhanced my heart.

I wish solely to once again have the
love of Cesare Borgia.

I will obey.

We must stop fucking and pray.

The angel of the Lord declared unto
Mary... Holiness, I tried to restrain

her. La Bella, we are praying.

Get your fucking books and go, you
filthy whore, before I shove them where

his cock has been.

Julia, that was the first time. You deny
me saying our love is a sin, and then

you bring that woman into our bed.

Now you have sinned against me.

God forgive, I do not.

Did you think that I felt guilt for
fucking Cesare?

You are lying.

You lie.

Cesare and I owe more than one.

And I will fuck him again in that bed.

I call Katerina a whore! You are the
whore!

Our own son.

If you are not Laura's mother, I will
kill you!

No, Rodrigo. I will kill you.

prepared a great feast in your honor.

But first, let us dispense with the
formalities and sign the contract.

Yes, yes, let us sign.

In blood.

And so the trap snaps shut.

My troops have regrouped and environ
this city's walls. They will drive your

army into the sea.

That is impossible.

You only have a thousand men, whereas I
have ten thousand. No, I have twenty

thousand, Valentinitsky.

The king of France did not take back his
troops. That was a pantomime to deceive

Baglioni.

You will feast tonight on the rats in
the dungeon, or they will feast on you.

So this was all a ruse.

He knew Vitaly was weak from a severe
case of French disease.

And that as a result, Baglioni had begun
to regret his role in the conspiracy.

Plus, my spies learned that my friends
intended to kill me once I arrived here.

You never planned to make Baglioni your
presence.

No.

Machiavelli and Defoy were partners in
the deception as well.

How sweet to deceive cunning men who
consider themselves masters of deceit.

Cesare's instructions to me were to
secretly lead the troops here to

Senigallia, surrounding the outer walls
of the city, driving Vitelli's army into

the sea.

I still do not understand why I was not
informed of this strategy.

You were still too honest, sweet
brother.

I needed honest reactions to my
outrageous comments.

Your fingers make angels sing.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Giulio D'Este, son of Duke Ercole,
Alfonso's and Sigismondo's half-brother.

Hello.

How was the Tudor court?

England and Scotland signed the Treaty
of Everlasting Peace, which I predict

will last a year.

I have heard you're the cleverest
d'Este, brother. Many call me the most

handsome, too.

Oh, who exactly calls you that?

Mainly me.

But I'm hoping, repeated often enough,
such words will become the accepted

wisdom.

The men of our never cease to amaze.

Because our women never cease to
inspire.

I'm a Roman.

Then you need to spend some time
familiarizing yourself with our customs.

Our wines are... Convents.

Billed by Duke Aquile.

I have asked Alfonso to give me a tour,
but he shows no interest.

Would you be courteous and escort me?

Wherever you desire to go, I will take
you.

Julio, come and crept here. I want to
show you our stunning and newest cannon.

To further quote Marcus Aurelius, the
best revenge is to be unlike he who

performed the injury.

Cardinal Farnese will hear your
confessions.

And pass papal judgment.

I decline the sacrament.

I have not sinned.

I am the victim.

Perhaps. But in Bologna, you are the
criminal, having murdered half of your

court.

I beg you, good Cardinal, ask the Holy
Father to show mercy.

Time for mercy is past.

Actions bring consequences.

And what say you, Vitelli?

I will not beg for a reprieve.

The wrath of God has laid waste to my
body.

I am dead already.

You are men of vicious heart and
staggering cowardice. I find you guilty

of treason.

The cities you ruled will be returned to
their rightful sovereign, Pope

Alexander.

God have mercy on you.

You conspired together, so now you will
die together.

Go further.

After you are dead, your bodies will be
flayed, and I will make a pair of pants

from your skin.

I will slice off your sons' balls.

To your wives and daughters, we will
administer the Trentuna.

They will feel the pleasure of being
raped by 31 brutal men.

There is still Pandolfo Petrucci.

Alone, Siena is impotent.

Death is certain.

Life is not.

I once desired to connect my soul with
God, but only silence came.

Good.

Your beauty cloistered would be
squandered.

Do you not believe?

Yes, of course.

Jesus on the cross.

Spectres, haunting hallways, fairies in
the forest.

I believe in everything.

And in nothing.

Still, you must admire these nuns on
wavering faith.

If faith brought them here.

Some are sent by their fathers to avoid
paying a dowry. Or they're the illicit

spawn of some priest.

Prince.

The girls win too.

They avoid being stuck in loveless
marriages.

Is that what you have with Alfonso?

No.

Our love bloomed before our betrothal.

But I cannot deny that our wedding
pillow is filled with the down of

politics.

My brother is showered with good
fortune, yet he never appreciates the

gifts nor their significance.

Do not be angry at her, Father. I am
angry at she who corrupted his mind

against me.

The Dutch are... Revered by some,
reviled by others.

The dead often speak the loudest.

It's something the matter.

What could be the matter between a
father and his devoted son?

It must Christian King Louis d'Orléans,
George Cardinal d'Amboise, and

Count Perrault d'Aubigny, Supreme
Commander of the Army of France.

Bienvenue, dear Louis.

We trust your noble forces.

Found safe passage through the Papal
States?

We did.

Regrettably, there was not enough time
to relish the landscape, as we must soon

march to Naples.

Our prayers will be with you as you
claim your rightful throne.

I am deeply grateful, Holiness.

Yet I speak more than prayers.

This is Baron d'Aubigny.

Also known as Baden-Stewart.

He wears a skirt?

A kilt.

I am a native of Scotland.

You Scots are fierce fighters.

We must discuss techniques.

You will have ample time together.

Dobinyi will lead our troops, but with
your permission.

Prince Cesare and his fine battalion
must...

Defeat the city of Capua at any and all
cost.

When Capua falls, Naples is conquered.

We grant your request.

And tomorrow, we will anoint you king of
Naples.

We crown you, Suma Regi, over the people
and territories of Naples,

bestowing upon you glory,

justice, and righteousness, so you may
obtain a crown of virtue

in the kingdom of heaven.

Majesty, I give you the city of Capua.

King Federigo has made his final stand.

He now rules the dungeon cell.

The path to Naples awaits you.

Every obstacle cleared by me.

You corralled the people of Capua in
here. You lined them up.

And you massacred them. The Capuan
savages resisted our peace offerings.

Capua will be a difficult city to rule
with all of its citizens dead.

I've sent 30 of its most beautiful women
to Rome.

Well.

On to Naples, then.

And you, Cesare, will go back to Rome.

You will be history's most charming and
virile king.

Sweet Drisina.

What is this on your face?

Did you hurt yourself?

The remedy you offered previously has
failed to prevent a recurrence. I do not

understand why the disease spreads so
quickly.

Perhaps this time you do not want to be
cured.

Perhaps you see that the disease is just
punishment, born from the sin of lust.

Do you want to die?

No. Then kill me!

Until you are healed, you will have to
wear a mask or a veil to cover the marks

of the disease.

Masks and veils are for common men. I
have a more startling idea.

Ravenna remains, as always, a part of
the Papal States.

Now under my leadership.

That is unacceptable to my doge. And he
will what?

Send Venetian troops against me.

You see before you the latest from
Maestro da Vinci's war machines.

Too bad Leonardo left your employ before
showing you how to build any of them.

You may leave us.

I should not have let Da Vinci quit.

He is irreplaceable. No one is
irreplaceable, not Da Vinci, not me, not

even you.

Besides, we cannot afford these toys of
yours. Appoint more cardinals. We have

sold 14 red hats this month alone,
raising 280,000 ducats.

You own more cannons than the other
armies of Italy combined.

Your extravagance is blinded by your
power. And at whose knee did I learn

those traits?

You blame us?

The most frugal of men?

Frugal.

Miserly. Greedy. We will have you
excommunicated.

We will relieve you of your command. We
will watch you rot in hell! You will not

relieve me because you have no one else
to trust.

You slept with Julia!

Go ahead.

Kill your son.

Then die of remorse, your legacy in
tatters.

My son.

My son.

Forgive me.

We share the same goals.

Same blood.

We must work together.

Grandpapa. We must try.

The Committee on Health awaits you in
the papal office, anxious to deliver

their report.

Help us up.

The death toll continues to rise from
this summer's malarial fever. The bodies

are more numerous than cobblestones.

The fortunate have caskets. The rest are
dinner for the mongrels, vultures, and

flies. This is the worst outbreak I've
seen.

The bad air is wafting up from the
Tiber.

Now, a breath taken without a mask is
toxicant.

We encourage you to suspend the
consistory, to allow our brother

cardinals to seek refuge outside the
city, and we urge you to travel to your

country estate.

No.

We will stay here.

Holiness, four of your most recent
predecessors succumbed to the summer

fever. You put your life in danger.
Leaving Rome puts us in greater danger.

You may remove your families, but you
yourselves must stay.

Some have already left, Riario, since
only for one.

But I am in exile from Naples.

I have nowhere else to go.

Julia may leave.

Your sister is not our concern.

Another day spent with my half-brother.

I begin to wonder if you are my
half-wife.

Nonsense, Alfonso.

You're the only man I see.

Although you, you shared your charm. He
is the bastard son of a scullery wench.

Do not walk with him again.

Adriano, your villa is as usual
delightful, just as Rome is stifling.

Montemario provides respite from the
heat.

due to this constant breeze.

The city's lights create the illusion of
a heaven filled with stars.

Adriano, tell us more about this book
you are writing.

Ah!

A catalogue of Latin phrases from the
era of Cicero. You prefer the poets of

long-dead Rome to the poets of present
time.

Neither. All.

Both.

There are profound poets from every age.

He who holds the quill changes, but the
themes that say do not love.

Honor the war of mankind against evil.

Like the Minotaur.

Half human, half bull.

He battled Theseus, man's his best.

Dante, the diviner Comedia, has the
Minotaur guarding the seventh circle of

hell, which houses the violent.

Before Dante, Ovid and Virgil wrote
about the same grotesque. Why?

Does the story endure?

Because man has always struggled with
the beast inside.

Some more than others.

This is an omen.

An evil, evil omen.

Holy Father, you arrive in time to ring
the bells for the Angelus.

We have not the strength.

The bells will give you strength.

Take hold of this rope.

After I pull on mine, you will do the
same, to have each rung the bells three

times.

Pull harder!

I just...

to lock the doors of the Apostolic
Palace. Turn all visitors away.

No one is allowed in or out.

We must keep the Pope's illness and mine
a secret.

Go to my mother's at once, Gisela.

We must enter.

You must not.

He suffers from an extreme form of the
fever called malignant tertium.

Most who have suffered similarly did not
survive.

Cousin, how do you feel?

I am fine.

A troubling report.

The papal physician believes your father
will pass away as the evening star

fades.

Goffredo, order my legions in Urbino and
Pimbino to march south with due speed

and surround Rome.

I will at once, brother.

I'll look at you.

Take old Ravi to the papal bedchamber.

Collect the gold, silver, jewels, and
ducats.

Lock the wealth in Castel Sant'Angelo.

Jesus, her papa's still alive.

He would want me to protect the family
fortune.

Go.

Now.

Look up it.

Grab paper.

I must send letters to the people of the
Romagna.

They must be convinced that I am strong
and in control.

El Pequeño, you're not allowed to... I'm
your cousin.

Right now, you're an impediment.

I begged the guards, but they would

not let me in to see Rodrigo. My despair
is also greater, because I'm cut off.

From my ailing son.

And I from my daughter, Laura.

You must get inside the apostolic
palace.

Should I fly you over the walls?

You lived there so many years.

Certainly you must have a man whom you
can persuade.

Poggio, I do miss passing you in the
halls.

The Pope is very close to death.

And when he is gone, I will be free to
enjoy the pleasures of anyone I choose.

Through this holy unction, may the Lord
pardon all the sins

and faults you have committed.

Thank you for hearing our

confession, fragile.

We needed each other.

Out. How did you get in here?

Herr Burkhardt, let's go. Let her stay.

I will use the black arts to heal you as
I have done in the past.

Too late.

Too late for many things.

No.

No, Rodrigo.

Seeing you now in this condition,
whatever anger I have felt towards you,

just dancing to the theme.

You are my love.

I cannot... I cannot bear the thought of
life without you.

If you love me truly and completely,

be generous and

use your witchcraft to separate my soul

from my body.

No.

You have loved my beauty.

and my youth, whereas I have loved you
in total,

body and soul.

You are my day.

Now night is near.

Sleep beautifully.

Welcome, Rodrigo.

Do we know you?

In a way.

I am Francesco Borgia, your
great-grandson.

We do not have a great-grandson.

Not yet, but you will.

From Caesar I see it.

Juan.

Why are you here?

I come to escort you through the door of
eternity.

No, not yet.

Not yet.

Rodrigo, you have ruled the lives of
men, but you cannot determine the length

of your own life.

You must follow.

You are a priest?

Yes.

And I rise to the highest ranks of my
order, a society of noblemen who fight

for Jesus.

I find the heretics who belittled the
church.

After I die, I am canonized a saint.

A Borgia and a saint.

The ways of God.

The ways of God.

What of Lucrezia?

Cesare?

Time ends here, Rodrigo.

No.

No!

Not yet! No!

No!

No.

Not yet. Another moment.

Rodrigo.

We want to see the sunset.

Cesare, your father, the Holy Father, he
is gone.

When Rome hears the Pope is dead, the
mobs will riot.

That is why no one else must learn of
this, yet.

Let it be known that I, as Prefect of
Rome and Gonfalonier of the Church,

have decreed martial law.

I rule alone.

Papa, can you choose only our most loyal
troops to guard the Vatican?

Send my Bravi to Villa Catenae to escort
my mother, Drusilla.

The rest of our family to Castel
Sant'Angelo.

Our radio sent our fastest messenger to
Lucrezia.

Agapito. French Girolamo.

Fiametta refuses to surrender the child.

Kill her.

We have to leave them.

Go, go, go, go, go.

I know.

We can delay no longer.

My sworn duty to the church is to
announce the pontiff's passing.

The ancient Egyptians had a god named
Apis.

He was the god of strength, of
fertility.

He also protected the deceased in death.

The head of the god Apis was that of a
bull.