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I would eliminate
the Sforza dynasty.

Ludovico first.

He's in hiding
with Catherina's son, Benito.

I said "capture!"
Not "kill"!

What purchase can
we get with a dead Sforza?

Two dead Sforzas.

Are you to be the one who
decides Rome's future?

You followed me to Rome?

Where does this
affection go?

Affection leads
to weakness.

Sooner or later
he will tell you everything.

Remember the book.

Catallus's Carmina.

I have two cousins who
would fight to the death

for the throne of Naples,

Prince Frederigo
and Prince Raphael.

And I have no interest

in that kind of power!

The Turk threatens our shipping.

We will raise a mighty Crusade!

The Crusade requires coin.
That is what he wants.

The Spear of Longinus.

Pilgrims will
contribute generously

to St. Peter's Pence.

We are putting on a show here.

I accuse you of the poisoning
of the only barrier

that lies between you
and the throne of Naples!

Hand the field over
to your brother!

So, we're safe now?

As long as this king
lives, yes, we're safe.

I am Catherina
Sforza's eyes and ears,

and I would beg you
to make no hasty moves

until my exit is secured.

Bring me my copy of Catullus.

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♪ The Borgias 3x08 ♪
Tears of Blood
Original Air Date on June 2, 2013

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Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus.

Pater et Filius
et Spiritus Sanctus.

Amen.

Amen.

♪ Open Ye to me
the gates of justice. ♪

♪ I will go into them

♪ and give praise
to the Lord. ♪

♪ I will come into
Thy house, oh Lord. ♪

♪ I will worship at Thy temple

♪ in fear of Thee.

Wait, wait, wait!

♪ Open Lord for me
the gates, ♪

♪ for God is with us.

♪ And in God's house

♪ there are many mansions.

Behold, the spear

that touched the blood
of Jesus Christ our Saviour.

Behold the Spear of Longinus.

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Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

Lying is
a sin, my child.

One Hail Mary and 20 carlina -

Father, I have sinned.

And blasphemy,
you know, is serious.

Eleven ducats.

Forgive me my sins.
I have fornicated.

Be faithful to your wife,

pray for forgiveness
for your sins,

and donate 16 ducats to
our Holy Mother Church.

Forgive me, Father.

I've been having
unpure thoughts...

Be pure of thought and deed

and donate 12 ducats to
our Holy Mother Church -

Twenty-five.

Twenty-five?

Twenty-five.
I'm a carpenter, not a banker.

Can I not say
my penance in prayer?

It's 25.

Benito, my son.

Can we both taste
revenge now, Cardinal?

I am but
a common prelate.

And revenge
would be sweet.

The Holy Year.

The pilgrims
flock to Rome,

filling the papal
coffers for what-

I have no doubt about it-

will be an assault on me.

But the pilgrim way
passes through Marino.

Through Sforza
territory.

There are catacombs
in Marino.

If we could display
a relic there...

of such magnificence,

of such sanctity,
that it would divert

all of those pilgrims from
their journey to St. Peter's...

...what would it be?

What have we here,
Cardinal De Luca?

The Shroud
of Constantinople.

It looks convincing.

Thank you.

It definitely cost enough.

It wrapped our blessed
Saviour's body.

It bears the imprint
of His sacred face.

Will it fill the faithful
with awe, Cardinal?

It should.

It's the most sacred relic
known to Christendom.

So, we charge the
pilgrims a hefty fee

for onward passage
to Rome -

or they can view our shroud
for no fee at all.

But is the Shroud
wonder enough?

Perhaps we should
add a miracle...

Tears.
Tears?

Tears of blood -
on Our Saviour's face-

should draw the faithful
like flies to honey.

Better than any
Spear of Longinus.

Do it.

Adultery, no doubt.

Holiness.

Diamond and black pearl.
Mm-hm.

Mm.
Indeed.

A word, young man.

Holiness?

All these donations

to the Confessional Fund
go to...?

The Vatican Treasury,
Your Holiness.

No. No.

To a side account in
the Vatican Treasury.

Called?

The Constantinople Endeavour.

The Constantinople
Endeavour.

Our Crusade against
the Infidel, the Turk.

And the account books for this
fund are for your eyes only.

The entire Turkish navy

could be burnt to
a cinder, with oil.

Oil?

Lamp oil, pitch,
tallow, olive oil.

If we spend the coin,
place the order now,

for shipment to
the Christian lands,

come the month of Ramadan,

our oil-laden ships could
be berthed in Kefalonia

for the Holy month, alongside
the entire Turkish fleet.

How does it burn?

There are Jews in Kefalonia.

Ah-ha.

And can you ensure
its success?

If -
and only if -

your Holiness
withdraws his demands -

Oh...
to tax my people.

If we can live freely -
trade freely -

in this city of Rome.

You ask for much,
Murrano.

I am no Murrano.
No?

You, on the other hand...

Careful.

I have heard the rumours.

That Jewish blood
runs in Borgia veins.

Why do you think
they hate you so?

We could have your hide
for this presumption.

But you are wiser
than that.

So follow my guidance,
and your Crusade is won.

The Adriatic is free of
the Moor and the Turk.

As is the Mediterranean.

All that is needed is
the coin to buy the oil.

Well...

if you can ensure the
success of this scheme,

you will have
your papal bull.

Come.
Come inside.

Please, take one.
Welcome.

It's a miracle;
you will see.

A miracle!

Yes!

Yes! Yes!

A miracle!

Oh Lord,

I have lived to see
the glory of your tears.

Nomine Patri -

Behold!

The tears
of our saviour!

A miracle!

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You've heard?
Mm.

She's blocked
the pilgrim way.

She claims that some random
rag hanging in Marino

is the Shroud of our
Blessed Lord Himself.

And our son
finds it amusing?

I merely wonder
where this will end.

What next in this
competition of relics?

The Ark of the Covenant?

The tablets of Moses?

The Ark of Noah, perhaps.

If you could find the
manpower to build it.

Yes.

Well, my son,
whatever our failings,

we do not trade
in fakery.

No?

The Spear of Longinus?

Is genuine.

We have it on
the best authority.

Of course,
that wandering Jew.

He has been more
help to our cause

than the entire
consistory.

Now, you will
ride North.

You will expel the bitch
of Forli from Marino

and bring the Shroud back here

so that we can vouch
its authenticity ourselves.

With what army?

Your own army.

Surely papal arms should
be used for such a task.

I would not waste
my own blood and treasure

to free up pilgrim coin.

Ah.

One last time, Father.

What?

Give me command.

We will pay you.

By the day, by the horse,
by the ma

Your mercenary,
Holy Father.

Cesare Borgia is headed
toward the shrine in Marino

to open up the pilgrim way.

Keep that torch back.

Not too close!

We have word, my lady,
that the Borgia is coming.

If there are
pilgrims here,

there will be deaths.

Many deaths.

Well, they will die with
God in their hearts -

as my son did.

Out!
All of them! Out!

Move along!

Clear the square.

Get them away!

Send them to Rome!

It's a miracle!
Tears of blood.

What's he saying?

Something about a miracle.
Tears of blood.

The Shroud of Constantinople.

Go away! Move!

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Tears of blood, my friend.

I shed them often,
my lord.

Paint.

Red pigment.

Run!

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The wrath of God,
my friend.

Jesus must love you -

Cesare Borgia.

Yes.

Yes, he wept.

He wept bloodied tears.

He does.

He does.

He loves me.

Jesus loves me!

Tears of blood?

And then the earth exploded.

Thank the Lord
you were spared.

Thank God indeed.

And a false shroud.

Huh?

One has to admire
her invention -

if it is hers.

You think there's
another hand involved?

She has a dark shadow.

It has crossed us
twice now.

And what is the name
of this dark shadow?

Rufio.

Rufio.

We need all the
friends we can get -

which is why
we are investing

King Frederigo of Naples.

Your cousin, I believe.

Once removed, yes.

And can you trust him
with your family's future?

I have no option, my lord.

Which means you don't.
No.

Which means your sister

was the arbiter
of these events, not I.

What is that?

Your name.

You can't read,
can you?

I have no learning.

I worked with my father
while others were at school.

Then how can
you write?

I remember shapes,

all shapes.

Like pictures in my head,
I do not forget.

I can copy.

I saw these shapes

on the floor
over there.

Why?

I like to write your name
when you are absent.

Why?

It's the language
of love.

So if I cannot read,
I cannot love?

And how
do I learn?

I can read
to you.

Then read.

Odi et amo.

Quare id faciam,
fortasse requiris?

Nescio, sed fiere
sentio et excrucior .

What does it mean?

I hate and I love.

Why, you may ask?

I don't know.

But it happens
and I burn.

I know this feeling,
all my life.

All my life.

I have one last favour
I would ask, Your Holiness.

Tell us.

French arms are upon
Italian soil once more.

And they will
stay in Milan.

One hopes.

But, to guard against any
misunderstanding between us,

I would ask for the appointment
of a special ambassador

between the Holy See
and Naples.

But we already
have one.

One of little
consequence.

But, to keep our ties
of friendship intact,

I would plead for one
of mighty consequence.

With all the wisdom
and stagecraft

necessary
to the task.

Your daughter,
Lucrezia Borgia.

That is indeed an honour.

Lucrezia?

I am...
surprised...

...and honoured.

So, she will

reside in Naples?

She already does.

With her husband
and her child?

Of course.

I would have her travel
back with my retinue

as my most honoured guest.

Peace, brother.

Peace.

Ambassador.

And my embassy awaits.

Do you trust him?

Yes.

And what does it
matter now?

I have my child.

I have my husband.

I have everything
I wanted.

Everything?

Almost everything.

Come and visit soon.

We need bread.

Yes. And milk,
and honey and cheese.

Go to the market.

When did you
learn to write?

I do not read
and I do not write.

But I remember,
and I copy.

And I must

before this fades
and is lost.

What is this?

I see pictures
in my mind's eye -

shapes.

On the page.

Like a map that
would lead us to war.

But I -

I do not know
what it means.

We need a mirror.

Oh. Look.

This is mirror writing.

You can read this?

These are all numbers.

Each one of them has to
mean something different.

There must be a code.

Book code, I think.

And where did you
find this?

You do not need to know.
I'm afraid I must!

The letter, my lord!

What does it say?

Nothing, as yet.

So who did you copy this from?

Someone I know.

A friend?

Well, you make sure
he remains your friend.

He'll have a book.
Find it.

The book is
the key to this.

How would you define

my ambassadorial duties,
Your Highness?

Quite simple, really.

You must keep me informed
of your brother's designs.

And your father's.

Your home is Naples.

Your heart must
be in Naples.

Your allegiance
solely to Naples.

Your tone has changed,
my liege.

Of course.

I am king.

What else
did you expect?

Ladies first.

Hm...

Read to me.

Let us live,

my Lesbia,

and love,

and value
at one farthing

the talk of
crabbed old men.

Crabbed old men.

You have the letter?

Sit.

Each number

refers to a verse,
then a line, then a word.

A nine.
That's verse nine.

Then "Novem."

Another nine.
That's line nine.

Seven.

Seventh word,
line nine, verse nine.

That's...

"They."

A beginning.

Who are "they"?

I wonder?

Twenty-seven,
that's verse 27.

Line six, word three.

"Must."

"They must ..."

Forli.

The message:

"They must not suspect.

"He will lock the cage.

We must know when they
will move on Forli."

A cage is
for an animal

or a prisoner.

So who is in the cage
and who is the prisoner?

Forli.
Catherina Sforza.

But who is this "he"?

I could beat it
out of him.

Beat it out of whom?

The boy who had the letter.

A boy?

What boy?

A boy I took to my bed.

The spy you took
to your bed.

Kill me now,
my lord, please.

Please?

No.

No, no killing.

You must keep on
loving this boy.

I can hate and love.

These words are
worth more than gold.

They will tell us
what she thinks.

What she plans.

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All eyes.

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Are we in need
of protection?

Not that I know of.

Well, then why
do we have it?

Is Naples always thus?

Eyes watching
one's every move?

Guards at
every corner?

Will they even
watch us make love?

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"They suspect nothing.

She thinks the King
of Naples is a friend."

My God.

And I knew.
Somewhere I knew.

Knew what, my lord?

He's in league
with Catherina Sforza.

King Frederigo of Naples.

She chose the wrong brother!

My sister is
no ambassador.

She and her child
will be kept hostage

the moment
we attack Forli!

Kill him.

You kill the boy.

My lady?
However irregular it may be -

Please!
I will speak to His Highness.

And ask him explain
my confinement.

I apologize, Your Highness.

Leave us.

You are a prisoner,
my dear, plain and simple.

And why am I
a prisoner?

Because you chose
the wrong brother.

Plenty of spice.

You will be missed Sebastian.

He did have secrets -

poisonous ones.

As a Borgia,

you should
have known better.

Poison is your hobby,
is it not?

So you are in
a cage, my dear.

Your every need
will be catered for.

You will dine

on gold and
silver platter.

The best Neapolitan
cuisine.

But you can never leave.

Borgia bitch.

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Could she be
with child?

I truly doubt
that possibility.

And why, my love?

There is a woman
in the forest.

She knows every cure
that the earth provides.

I would be examined by her.

I hate and I love.

Why, you may ask?

I do not know -

but it happens.

And I...

How does it go?
Hm?

I burn.

No, in the Latin,
please.

Excrucior.
Excrucior!

It is a big word
for "burn."

Why?

Why did you become
my lover?

Why?
Because I was made an offer!

From whom?

You enjoyed the thrill -

The danger - yes?

Yes! Yes,
I admit, I did.

I should flay
you alive!

But I'll be merciful.

You will?

You tell me how you
wish to die, Pascal.

I die?

In your arms.

You love another,

who is not your husband.

Close to you.

Too close.

Tell me more.

You are
a prisoner here.

And whose fault
is that?

Mine.

Forgive me.

I knew he wanted
to be king

but I did not know
that he would confine

such a splendid
witch as you.

But you have a future
away from here.

So your hand tells me.

How do I leave?

You could make them sleep.

Everybody sleeps,
do they not?

Just never at the time
we want them to.

I put a whole village
to sleep once with this.

A bull is prepared

and awaits your signature,
Holiness.

All is ready?

Ships loaded
with oil

are docked
at Kefalonia.

Uh-huh.

And the Turkish fleet?
Docked alongside.

Hm.

And when will this happen?

It may have
happened already.

A Borgia bull.

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