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(NARRATOR READING)

What is wrong, Giovanni?
Am I not attractive enough?

This has never happened before.

(NARRATOR READING)

I have information regarding
Orsino Orsini Migliorati
and Adriana de Mila.

(NARRATOR READING)

How is my lady?
I am Alfonso d'Este.

(NARRATOR READING)

We're appointing you
Captain General
of the Papal Guard.

Does this please you?

Yes, of course.
This is my dream.

(NARRATOR READING)

Cesare, be silent.

(NARRATOR READING)

NARRATOR: Marcantonio Colonna.

My Uncle Fabrizio
will, one day soon,
be Prefect again.

Have you learned
to jerk off with
only four fingers?

NARRATOR: Alessandro Farnese.

You are, as always,
a selfish bastard.

We are finished.

(NARRATOR READING)

I have decided to endorse
the claim of Prince Alfonso
over King Charles.

(NARRATOR READING)

King Charles has
the divine right
to rule in Naples.

CESARE: Your coronation
has its consequences.

France will attack Italy,
and soon.

Charles will march.

Your only choice is whether
his path through Rome

is marked with
a kiss on your ring

or a poker up your rectum.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Those whores in Milan
have deserted us.

Ludovico Sforza will soon
open the city gates
and kiss French ass.

And his brother,
our last year's
Vice Chancellor,

will try to convince
King Charles
to depose the Pope.

What about
the Neapolitan fleet?

My brother, Federigo,
is on course
to attack Genoa.

POPE ALEXANDER: Keep half
your troops on the border
of the Abruzzo.

Prince Ferrando should
take the other half
toward Milan,

joining with the Florentines
to drive out Sforza.

As expected,
the Colonna scum have
also joined with France.

And soon the Orsini,

emboldened by your
defeat at Bracciano.

Charles will be halfway
to Rome before firing
a single volley.

All these abstractions
will soon be blood and chaos.

As a precaution,
I will keep a unit
of 1,000 men here in Rome.

No, I shall defend
the civitas Dei.

Of course, but to have
additional troops...

Who will be
loyal to you? No.

My guards can do the job.

Father...

I have learned
from my mistakes.

Give me the opportunity
to demonstrate my prowess.

Please.

Very well.

May God Almighty be
with you both on your
appointed tasks.

And how may I
be of service, Father?

Get on your knees,
pray for Rome.

I can be my brother's
equal in battle

with still enough energy
to say five novenas.

And if you both
were killed? No.

Holiness, Cardinal Orsini
has arrived.

Orsini?

Under the banner
of peace we have asked

Gianbattista Orsini
to return to Rome
to discuss an armistice.

Father, is that not
a futile effort?

No.

The French have not yet
crossed Mont Blanc.

Until then,
there is possibility.

(SLURPING)

PANTISILEA:
Lucrezia is married
to the Count of Pesaro?

GULIA: Yes,
but the marriage
isn't going well.

Your instructions as
Lucrezia's lady-in-waiting
are simple.

Give the girl
everything she desires.

Encourage her
to follow her passions,

to challenge her brothers,

her father.

Report all she does
and says to me.

But would the Countess
not speak freely with you
on her own accord?

I was led to believe
that you and Lucrezia
are friends.

In the two months
since Adriana de Mila left us,
Lucrezia has grown distrait,

isolated, wrapping
herself in silences.

That is not good for her
or this family.

This conversation
never took place.

You will look me in the eye,
or you will find yourself
with a worse disfigurement.

(GASPS)

How was your
crossing from Spain?

Calm.
Thank you, Countess.

I have never had
a lady-in-waiting.

Good, because I have
never been one.

So you will not know
when I falter.

I wonder... Pantisilea?

Shall I be able to entrust you

with my deepest,
darkest secrets?

Countess, I serve you
and you alone.

We Orsini have a military
contract with Naples.

We remain strident
in our resolve
to repel a French attack.

As should all followers
of the Christian word.

However, I affirm
no loyalty to you,

who lost my trust
the moment Juan
attacked Bracciano.

The murder of our nephew,
Orsino, raises more doubts.

My brother Virginio feels
the Borgia have nothing
to offer the Orsini.

We could command you.
We are still Pope.

For how much longer?

The Holy Roman
Emperor has died!

In battle?
In surgery.

He was having
a diseased leg
amputated.

May God save the soul
of Frederic the Peaceful.

Frederic was called
"The Peaceful,"

because he lost every
battle and was always
forced to make peace.

Perhaps his son, Maximilian,
will move swiftly to prove
he's a better warrior.

Maximilian will be
as self-centered
as all the Habsburgs.

A strong military
is your only salvation.

Since we fight on a common side

I urge you to appoint
a real soldier
to command your troops.

Not a pampered
and reckless son.

Cesare, I need you to be
your brother's conscience.

Counsel. Do not compete.

You are late.
Where are the others?

Lieutenant Baglioni,
Lieutenants Catalano
and Cioffi?

That godforsaken
Francisco Pugliese?

They are gone, Prefect.

Gone. Gone where?
To heaven?

The troops refuse
to fight for you.

(LAUGHING)

Fight for me?
You fools do not
fight for me.

You fight for
the Supreme Pontiff
of the Universal Church.

Borgia,

Orsini, Colonna,

we care not which
horse's ass is Pope.

Fuck.

I want those two
dead by sundown.

Agapito, this masked man,
my brother's attendant,

what did you learn about him?

Nothing. His heritage,
his training,

and even that mask he wears,
no one knows a single fact.

The little I have is myth.

I do not like his insertion
into my family's affairs.

Any word from Alessandro?

What is the Countess reading?

The Greek tragedy of Iphigenia.

What could you possibly
learn from the Greeks?

They are barbaric.

A ruthless king sacrifices
his daughter to the gods
to maintain his power.

Iphigenea accepts
her fate, just like
a sacrificial lamb,

but her sister, Electra,
commits murder.

(KNOCKING)

Where is the cocksure grin
you normally wear, Alfonso?

I have been called
home to Ferrara.

Pantisilea, please leave us.

You cannot leave.

I will be bored to death
without you irritating me.

My father has decided
to support France

against your father and Naples.

I am both a loyal son
and a faithful citizen.
I must depart.

But this brouhaha
is nothing but
silly politics.

Far from silly.

Still, these alliances
shift constantly.

Who knows?
By summer I may be
fighting for the Borgia.

"I"? Will you actually fight,
Alfonso? Go into battle?

Of course.

The thought of you
in danger's way.

I shall worry so.

Good.

Then I shall not be forgotten.

"All I refuse
and you I choose."

Your courage gives me courage.

Marcantonio Colonna has
seized the harbor at Ostia.

And raised the flag of France
in place of the Papal colors,
I already heard.

If you had not weakened
our forces with
your self-exaltation,

we might have held the harbor.

How dare you blame
the cowardice of those
pontifical swine on me?

Swine? Those men come
from the finest families
in the Papal States.

The finest putanas,
ignorant to the art of war.

The army of Naples
rushes back to defend Rome.

We pray they arrive
before the French do.

Father, I will train
a new force.

A much more effective one.

I will utilize real
rough and tumble men,

whose hands have touched
things other than bobbin lace
and needle dicks.

Our German citizens.

And I will assist him.

Together, Father,

we will assemble a battalion
worthy of this great city
in the throne of St. Peter.

I will not fight, only counsel.

Together,
as brothers should be.

While you organize,

we shall order
Marcoantonio Colonna to
return Ostia to Papal control.

He will refuse.
Then what?

We shall excommunicate him.

I want a divorce.

Go.

I cannot live
another day
in a void.

First you demand
to sleep with
your husband,

then you demand to divorce him.

There is a fine line
between fervor
and insolence, Lucrezia.

Then I want Giovanni Sforza
sent back to Pesaro.

Impossible. We need
the House of Sforza.

Even though Milan
sides with the French
against you?

Do not dare to lecture me
on diplomacy, little girl.

Or seek to confuse me
with manipulation.

I am the master of both.

You'll remain married.

Not... No, not now.
Be gone.

Holiness, report
from the North.

It's worse than we feared.

The French fleet has
arrived in Genoa
ahead of the Neapolitans,

Charles has crossed
the Alps, the Swiss...

The Swiss are
but paid mercenaries.

Yes, and Charles
has paid them very well.

You, come.

Giacomo Galasi, from Rapallo.

Dead, dead, dead.

Who is dead?

The entire village.

We surrendered.

The Swiss monsters,
they set fire to
our crops, our homes.

Our new cathedral.

They destroyed
every living thing.

My family,

my little boy.

They cut his tiny throat.

I tried to stop the blood.

This is what
the French call war?

The town surrenders
and is slaughtered?

Where are the rules
of chivalry, of decency?

Is Charles a Christian king
or Mohammed?

Why are you still alive?

They said I was spared

so all the world might know
what happened in Rapallo.

And what will happen next,

in Rome.

Forwards.

Forwards.

You are among the privileged
to be chosen to join
the Papal Guard,

to protect the Holy Father
and the cradle of Christendom.

It is an honor.

(MAN SCOFFS)

Keep your honor.
Pope Alexander has done
nothing for us Germans.

JUAN: Has he not brought
order to the streets?

Created tribunals of justice?

Instituted reforms
that benefit all
wronged citizens?

What is in this for us, Borgia?

(CROWD SHOUTING AGREEMENT)

If you join
the Guard and repel
the vile invaders,

each of you will
become as rich
as a Florentine banker.

Now here is a Borgia
we can trust.

You have our attention,
Eminence.

Know this,

the justification to fight
is far greater than money.

The French and their
Swiss savages care not

whether their victims are
Romans, Jews, or Germans.

Whether they are rich or poor.

Your homes will be leveled,
your shops burned,
the same as in Rapallo.

Will you stand and watch
your wives and daughters
being raped?

Before their necks bleed?

You Germans are a proud people,

the descendants of Alaric.

Live up to your ancestry,
fight for yourselves,

for your families
and for what is now
your homeland,

the great city of Rome.

Hmm.

(ALL CHANTING)
Borgia. Borgia. Borgia.

COLONNA:
I must speak to him now!

My nephew Marcantonio
has a response to your threat
of excommunication.

You barge in
without being summoned,
Cardinal Colonna?

No Borgia can condemn
a Colonna soul.

Marcantonio wants
to bet us, fine.

We see his wager.
We do not bluff.

Prepare the Sistine Chapel.

Send Cardinal Piccolomini
to King Charles.

(LAUGHING) King Charles
will not care.

Perhaps not,

but his wife, Queen Anne,
is a devout follower
of the Church

and still recognizes
our divine authority.

Her Majesty will not cherish
the idea of being in league
with an excommunicant.

How dare you?

Tell Marcantonio to enjoy
the winter breeze
while it lasts,

for the climate is sure
to be warmer in hell.

Take your hands off me!

I can barely sleep at night,
worrying about Alfonso,

but I dare not write him
lest my family accuse me of
collaborating with the enemy.

LUCREZIA: The ace wins,
five loses.

I lose.

Oh, I languish
on the isle of despair,

stuck with half a man
as a husband,

while the one that I desire
remains far away.

I sympathize.

Forgive me, saying this
about your brother,

but I, too, am caught
in an empty marriage.

Juan is...

He can be...

You and I, Lucrezia,
are both doomed to a life
of long, solitary nights...

And frivolous card games.

For women of our class,
love is a luxury.

Unless, of course,
fortune finally
smiles upon me,

and Giovanni suddenly,
unexpectedly, dies.

(METAL CLANKING
AND MEN GRUNTING)

CESARE: Jorg, your men
must not fear grappling
with the enemy.

The closer a Swiss soldier is
to you, the easier to thrust
a dagger in his side.

Thadeus, remind your unit,
there is more to a sword
than its blade.

When two swords are crossed,
use the pommel to strike
the enemy in the face.

Brilliant work today, men.

France will shrink with fear
when she encounters you
in the Leonine walls.

(CHEERING)

And tonight, we drink.

(JUAN CHEERS)

(SINGLE APPLAUSE)

Any word from Spain,
or the new Holy Roman Emperor?

No, Holiness,
but King Charles has
sent an emissary.

We hear from our enemy
before our friend?

This is in response to
Cardinal Piccolomini's visit?

Charles refused
to see Piccolomini.

An envoy of the Pope
is no longer admitted
to the French Court?

This is more della Rovere,
goddamn him.

Who is this French emissary?

Bishop Briconnet.

Briconnet knows that we kept
Pope Innocent from advancing
him to a cardinalate.

He is sent
as an insult. Fine.

We shall grant him
an audience and dispense
with this humiliation.

Holy Father.

One again, King Charles
requests safe passage
through the Papal States

on his way to Naples.

Once again,
we have proclaimed
Alfonso d'Aragona

as the rightful heir
to the Neapolitan throne,

and therefore can not
grant such permission.

Then His Majesty
shall not be responsible

for what befalls
those who hinder
his progress.

We are Peter,
Vicar of the Living Christ.

Will Charles be able
to save your soul

after we have excommunicated
you and your king?

Be gone!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

You cannot excommunicate
everyone.

Reach out again to Spain
and the Holy Roman Empire.

Tell Emperor Maximilian
that we wish his nephew,

Prince Ferdinand von Habsburg,

to be the godfather
of our impending child.

And tell King Ferdinand

that this French advance puts
his dear niece, Maria Enriques
in the path of danger.

When Swiss soldiers rape her

he will hear the wrenching
of her undergarments
all the way in Barcelona.

I see panic in the streets.
Rome, on the verge
of invasion.

Not if I have
any say in the matter.

You will need
more than words
to save the city.

Yes, we need a strategy.

I wonder if the way
to defeat the French

is to let them advance
deep into the Papal States

and then to cut off
the re-supply lines,

here, in the forest.

Our new guard could be
camouflaged and strike
at night.

Like a slew
of German grizzly bears.

A plan worthy of Julius Caesar.

But what do I know?

I lost my war.

Now, all I have to occupy
my time is gossip.

I hear His Holiness
will excommunicate
the Colonna family.

Only Marcantonio.

The Pope wants to have room
to negotiate with the rest
of the Colonna tribe.

You Christians have no
shortage for hocus pocus.

No hocus pocus.

The ritual of the bell,
the book, and the candle.

CESARE: First, the bell tolls,
as if for one who has died.

(BELL TOLLING)

The excommunicant is sent
into spiritual oblivion.

Then, His Holiness
shuts the Book of Life

which is now closed
to the excommunicant.

Finally, twelve candles,

each representing
the light of God

is snuffed out,

the excommunicant's soul left

in the darkness of despair.

A wondrous spectacle,

but what good
is symbolism if nothing
practical is achieved?

Marcantonio Colonna is
no longer a member of
the Communion of the Faith.

All must shun him.
Most shunned him anyway.

I still do not see
the real significance.

He must forfeit every hectare
of Church property he holds.

Which still means nothing,
unless you can rip
the lands from his hands.

And I intend to do just that

and pluck Rome
from the bonfire.

Lucrezia wishes
her husband dead?

I am certain the statement
was made in a fleeting
moment of frailty.

Yet, she is also
reading about Electra
and her murders.

As Lucrezia's loyal servant,
your duty is to encourage
her desires.

Even if those desires
are sinful?

Especially.

Rodrigo had two
other daughters.

One is dead now,
the other still lives,
older than Lucrezia.

Vannozza Cattanei, in her time,

successfully shoved
both off the stage.

But...
If you are not
up to the tasks,

then by morning
you will find yourself
in the cargo hold of a ship

bound for Tierra del Fuego.

Lady, I will do as you command.

Good.

Now, um, have you
ever heard of arsenic?

Smells like almonds.

(EXCLAIMS)

Alms for the poor.

Pantisilea, please explain
why you have brought me
to an apothecary.

To help you, Countess,
with your troubles.

What are you talking about?

How may I assist you?

Yes, we need to kill a beast.

What sort of beast?

Um... A horse.

An old nag,
which must be
put out of misery.

And how big is this horse?

He is, um, a man's size.

One moment.

Are you insane?

I thought you would be pleased.

Is this what they teach
young maidens in Spain?
Murder is a sin.

I am so sorry, Countess.
I must have misunderstood.

I thought you wanted
to be with Alfonso d'Este.

Give this potion
to the animal all at once
and he will not suffer.

Thank you, good sir,
but we shall not...

You say he will not suffer?

Nay, just like falling asleep.

We will take the potion.

(DOOR OPENING)

The Pope ordered me to Rome.
Was this your doing?

Yes.

I am sorry, Alessandro,

I want no bad blood between us.

You are my greatest friend.

And you are mine.

We allowed our pride
to reign over logic.

Professore Decio
would scold us both.

Decio is dead.

Pisa. Taken by the French.

And they have moved
into Ferrara,
greeted as heroes.

The army of Naples retreats.

All that stands between
Rome and destruction
is some German peasants.

And Florence.

Piero de Medici
will remain valiant.

He is, after all, the son
of Lorenzo the Magnificent.

(CHUCKLES)

GUARD 1: Surround
His Holiness.
GUARD 2: Halt. Halt!

Giovanni de Medici. Alone...

Holy Father,

my brother, Piero,
has fled to Venice.

My father's tomb defiled.

The monk, Savonarola,
has turned the people
against us.

We Medici are banned
from Florence...

Forever.

You're safe in Rome.

Come, rest.

Giulia never liked
the first minting.

Do you think this is us?

When one is in need of money,

the best solution is
to simply mint more?

This conflict with France
will be expensive.

Vice Chancellor,
what has happened in Milan
to bring you back to Rome?

Ah, my brother Ludovico
has been crowned Duke.
Gian Galeazzo died.

Quite suddenly, it seems.

Della Rovere stirs up doubts
in the mind of King Charles

regarding my brother's
legitimacy to rule,

claiming foul play
in Gian Galeazzo's death.

Was the young Duke poisoned?

I know not medicine, only men.

I can bring
Cardinal Giovanni Colonna
back into the fold.

How? We excommunicated
his nephew.

As always,
something must be
given in exchange.

What does Colonna want?

We must each day
say an extra novena,

asking King God for protection.

Giovanni, now
is no time for prayers.

We should throw off
our Cardinal's robes
and take up arms

before we are compelled
to eat crêpes sucrées.

Your father will never
permit you to wear armor.

True. I feel great agony
knowing that.

Despite all I have
done to build
the new Papal Guard,

Juan will be
in a field fighting,

and the Pope will
have me on my knees.

Rome needs
both swords and prayers.

You're a cardinal,
not a soldier.

Remember, we fight
in the name of Our Lord.

Faith is a powerful...
Faith?

What good is faith
if we are massacred?

Faith is a benefice
bequeathed to the conqueror.

You speak blasphemy.

Faith is a powerful force.

Giovanni...

You must have faith
that you will see Florence,
and soon.

If I thought that I would
never walk the Hippodrome
in Istanbul again,

I would drink hemlock.

His Holiness, Pope Alexander.

Father, had I known
you were visiting...

Prince Djem,
will you take your leave?

We need to speak with our son.

Giovanni, Alessandro, stay.
You should hear this as well.

See that we are not disturbed.

Prepare yourself to leave Rome.

For where?

Marino, the Colonna fortress.

I will lead the
German forces
into battle?

No.

Then what?
I do not understand.

The price demanded to broker
a peace with the Colonna
is your freedom.

You will live
under the custody
of Marcantonio.

A slave to that
Colonna dogbitch?

No. No, I will not go.

We order you
as the Holy Father.

Though as your true father,

I hope you will disobey.

I will never see Rome again.

Holiness?

Yes, Cardinal Farnese?

Rome will be here, my friend,

like a beautiful woman,
waiting.

I will do whatever
is asked of me.

Your...

Your devotion brings peace
to a troubled heart.

We assume you have come
about Cesare.

How can you send him off
to be tortured by
those Colonna beasts?

To die among strangers?

Rodrigo, I know
the pressures you
are under.

This is our son,
this is our little boy.

Remember how he would
grasp your robes
before he learned to walk?

We love Cesare as much as you.

No, you love Juan, Giulia.

You love the wrong people.
You appoint Juan as Prefect,

just as your Uncle Calixtus
did to your brother.

You repeat actions which
are proven to be mistaken.

The point is moot.
Cesare's already left.
He will survive.

We have been assured
of his safety.

By liars and murderers?

Danger threatens to rise
in Rome like Lucifer
from the underworld.

We stand firm holding down
the tempest but, at times,
we turn to you,

to Cesare, and Juan
to lend your strength.
We have already...

We have already lost
two children to death.

We care for Cesare's
well-being more than
our own breath.

But he is a Borgia,
and he goes willingly,

knowing that
this is the first parry
against disaster.

How you enjoy playing games
with our lives.

Your heart may care
about Cesare,
but your soul is dead.

No.

Our soul is Rome,
and we will do anything.

Make any sacrifice,
even our daughter,
to save this city.

I did not mean to hit her.

I do not care
what Father says,
I will get Cesare back.

But what can you do?

I shall see if
my feckless Sforza husband
can finally be of use.

My brother, Cesare,
has been made a prisoner
of the Colonna family.

Oh, no.

Your cousin,
the Vice Chancellor,
engineered this.

Please, intercede with him.
Secure my brother's release.

When he is free,
I shall be most grateful.

I will go to Ascanio at once.

I shall not disappoint you,
my beloved. I swear.

(FANFARE PLAYING)

Welcome to Marino.
A beautiful place
for a holiday, no?

Off the horse.

Magnificent.

A fine specimen.
You're fond of her?

She is the champion
of il Palio.

Il Palio?

(LAUGHS)

(WHINNIES)

No.

(LAUGHS)

You godless cunt.

Show our guest to his quarters.

Tell my father I love him.

He loves me.

That's what Cesare said
at the very moment he...

Oh, God, what have I done?

You have done
what is necessary.

And so, too, with you.
Rome is no longer safe.

I am sending you
to your brother
in Orvieto.

I do not want to be
apart from you.

This is not an argument.

Della Rovere is threatening
to burn you as a witch.

What right does
he have to condemn me?

That Genoan sodomite.

You will only be gone
for a short while.

Rodrigo, please, accompany me.

If I leave Rome,
my Papacy ends.

I must stay,

and, like an alchemist,
turn dross into gold.

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

You must believe me,
I pleaded with Ascanio,

but my cousin refused
to help free your brother.

You...

Tried your best.

Ascanio said that,
"One life is worthless
compared to the whole."

Yes.

We

control not

our fates.

Calm yourself.

Sit with me.

If an attack on Marino
would rescue Cesare,
I would try.

I know.

And if I died in the attempt,
I would die happy,

knowing I was working
to please you.

You would die for me?

Without hesitation.

My father needs men.

Rome needs men.

Die for Rome,
and you die for me.

(GUNSHOTS)

Rudolfo? What is happening?
Rudolfo? Rudolfo.

Rudolfo!

I am under protection
of the Holy Father.

The Florentine Marsilio Ficino
has published a pamphlet

attacking you in writing.
"Charles has shaken the world
with a mere nod."

Rodrigo...
"Rodrigo"?

Sweet Jesus, what?

On the way to Orvieto,
the Lady Giulia was
captured by the French.

What?

Leave me, both of you.

Wait, wait.
Fine, fine, fine.
This is the game.

Fine, fine.
If they hurt her...

You, arrest Cardinals Orsini
and Colonna.

Now we have hostages.

Once again,
you act impulsively.

You allow your lust
for this creature
to cloud your judgment.

Him, too. Him, too.
You do not dare.

We do more than dare,
we command!

Lascivious, Catalan fuck.

Lock them all
in Castel Sant'Angelo.

Tell Juan to bring me
Briconnet. Alive.

Barely fucking alive.

Giulia.

Giulia.

Giulia, Giulia.

Guards? Guards!

They are dead.

What are you
doing here? I am...

A hostage.

Stop this at once.

Briconnet,

you will be remanded
with the others
to Castel Sant'Angelo

until Giulia is freed.

If she is harmed,
you, Orsini, Colonna
and Sforza

will be executed, even if
the death warrant is our
last official act as Pope.

Send that message to your King.

Let us see how much he cares.

Alfonso d'Aragona,
King of Naples.

I have failed you, Holiness.
I have failed my people.

I have destroyed my legacy.
My army is defeated.

How many men do you have left?

I do not know.
They are scattered.

How soon until
the French arrive?

Days, a week at best.

Prepare to evacuate
the Apostolic Palace.

We shall remove ourselves
to the Castel Sant'Angelo.

The moat is finished,
the towers fortified.

Summon your men.
Let the French fight
for Rome street-by-street.

And Juan, do not disappoint me.

Rumors are rampant.
Your brother Cesare
is a hostage?

He matters not. What does
matter is our readiness
to battle the French.

Without us, Borgia.

The French Bishop Briconnet
has assured us

that our homes and shops
will not be plundered.

Briconnet is under arrest.

Even so, he said
if we refuse to fight,

we will be rewarded with
twice the gold you promised,
by the next Pope.

You will curse the day
you betrayed Juan Borgia,
you traitorous scum.

(GROANS)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Miguel,

what will I tell my father?

(SHIVERING)
Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come,

Thy will be done
on earth as it is in Heaven.

Correct me if I am mistaken,
Priest,

but three of the corporal
works of mercy are,
to visit the imprisoned,

clothe the naked,
and feed the hungry.
And so it shall be done.

Come.

We are ready to depart,
Holiness.

So, Holiness, the danger
is now so great that we must
hide ourselves like mice?

We'll be safe at
Castel Sant'Angelo.

Even if we have to share the
rooms with Sforza, Colonna,
Orsini, and Briconnet.

Has anyone seen Juan?

GIULIA: Has anyone
seen Giulia?

Oh.

How did you...

I do not know.

I was suddenly
placed in a carriage
and brought here.

My threat to kill Briconnet
must have shaken the King.

Set the cardinals free
immediately.

But Holiness, they will
run straight to Charles.

So be it.

At least they'll
be gone from Rome.

Damn you, Charles
is nearly in Rome!

You have your orders.

Leave us.

My heart has stopped,
'til now. Were you harmed?

Worry not,

the French General
treated me as if
I were his Queen.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Tonight we celebrate.

The French army will soon
reach the portals of Rome

accompanied by della Rovere,
by my Colonna cousins
and the Orsini.

Your father, the great unifier,

he has brought peace
between the Colonna
and the Orsini.

A miracle.

I submitted to you in order
to bring the Colonna
to the Pope's aid.

(LAUGHING)

A bond between the Colonna
and the Borgia?

No.

No poison.

See?

Food is very sensual.

The body responds
to all sorts of
different stimuli.

Sometimes, I feel as if
I still have my finger.

You will burn in hell for this.

You father has
excommunicated me so I
would burn in hell, anyway.

I'll give you hell on earth.

Remember, in Campo dei Fiori,
when you said to me,

"Do not poke at me"?

Well, now there will be
some serious poking,
you Catalan dog.

(YELLING)

(MOANING)

This is more courtesy
than you deserve

bastard son of a soulless Pope.

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHS)

(SCREAMING)