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Gian Battista Cibo.

Gian Battista Cibo.

Gian Battista Cibo.

Gian Battista Cibo.

The Lord John Battista Chivo, Pata
Patrum, Innocent VIII, the

Holy Father, is dead.

You've asked Burkhard to come? Yes, sir,
Emilio.

Who else?

My lord, I thought it prudent to warn
the Lady Adriana. Of course.

Has word been sent to Cardinal de la
Rosaria? Yes, Monsignor. To us via last

night. The petition was paid to inform
him when it was known that nothing more

could be done to the Holy Father.

Waste of money, Imperator.

Yes, Monsignor.

The bells will tell all Italy before
noon.

Will you now be Pope?

Does it show?

I don't want it.

And if it were mine?

Not your one -eyed husband?

No.

Get dressed, Julia, my child.

Perotto has sent for the Lady Adriana.

Am I still desirable?

Your eminence may be confident of
success this time. So I've thought

But he who goes into the conclave a
pope, the parts a cardinal still, how

will be absent?

Four, your eminence.

So, I must be assured of 14 votes.

May God direct me in wisdom, Perotto.

He has already directed the Cardinal
Rovary.

Has the Almighty told you that himself?

The Cardinal's chamberlain whispered it
under the sheets to a woman. How

directed?

To accept 200 ,000 buckets from the
French upon the understanding... So

For a Genoese, Giuliano della Rovere is
a poor actor.

No, no, no. Upon the understanding that
when he's elected, it'll be used to

cleanse the church of fee money and
corruption.

When he can't use them to buy votes.

Will your eminence treat with him?

I shall embrace him as a loving
wrestler.

One foot about his ankle.

Does your eminence wish me to recall the
Lord Cesare from Siena?

No. My son will stay where he is.

Patience is good schooling for young
churchmen, and the virtue all Borgias

painfully learn.

Who else knows of Rovery's gift from
France?

Monsignor, a woman creeps into many
beds.

My dear Perotto, do I ask you to favor a
discriminating horse?

However, let her story travel busily.

Into one ear there, another here, then
deny it.

You disagree?

My wits are slow, Eminence.

There are some cardinals who will seldom
watch the rover. So deny it. My name

with horror.

Let it thrive upon denial.

Until I'm forced, at the favour of a
woman, to acknowledge its roots.

Is Cardinal Sforza in Rome?

No. In Ostia, Monsignor. With Cardinal
della Rovere.

It is the richest prince of the church
to make himself pope because a

vote can be bought for two mule loads of
silver.

No one has yet offered me a ducat,
Giuliana.

Look at my table, Asconio.

Cups of clay, not gold.

The books in my library are bound in
poor hide.

Not studied with jewels.

Your revenues are great.

To be expended wisely on God's work. In
which the making of a pope transcends

all other tasks. Because without the
head, the body is nothing. Well,

in that work, do not the expenditure be
liberal as well as wise?

When there is confidence in the good
faith of those upon whom it is bestowed.

Good faith is nurtured by early
encouragement.

I agree. I mean, even the Italians will
be up.

He'll not resolve the claims of France
and Spain to the throne of

Naples. It's upon the matter of France.
I hear the king of France... You say you

wait for God's prompting in this. It's
made manifest in Rodrigo Borgia.

Who robs the church and thinks of Julia
Farnese's body even as he prays.

It's manifest in the Catalan arrogance
of his firstborn bastard.

I think the one in front is Giovanni
Orsini.

The other one may be his brother, Paolo.

I beg you, my lord, do not be rash.

I hear your cousin will be offered the
office of vice -chancellor. Should you

elected?

Very able man.

Indeed he is.

But in poor health, is he not?

He would bring you but one vote.

The office would be a positive
inducement, the one with greater

Ask anything but that.

Don't distress yourself, Juliana.

Without such inducement to offer myself,
I'd hesitate to ask you to surrender

your nomination and transfer your votes
to mine.

Here.

You will accept nomination?

I believe.

that God Almighty has just called me to
that duty.

It's the young Volkar.

Good day, my lord, Cesare. The forger
Volkar with a discreet tonsure between

tiny horns.

Your brother's manners have not
improved, Barlow.

My humble apologies, your grace.

Will the learned bishop of Pamplona
forgive me and grant me his blessing?

May Lucifer go with you, my son, in the
name of the goat, the serpent, and the

toad. Do not provoke us, my lord.

I've no quarrel with you, Paolo Orsini.
You were a friend in our childhood.

Then we'll be still.

Well, his father bets our cousin's wife.
No doubt your cousin will profit from

the experience.

You heard the bells, my lord?

What will you wager against my horse in
the Palio?

A hundred ducats?

Five hundred.

And a thousand against the Borgia Pope.

No, my lord.

Call it. The hawk is lost.

You're a fool, Giampaolo Baglioni.

What's a hawk to me now?

At the last conclave,

each cardinal was given a table, a
chair, a stool, two urinals,

a seat for the dischargement of the
stomach,

Two small napkins for the table.

Four hand towels.

Two little... Enough.

Enough. This is not what I asked for.

Does your eminence wish to hear of the
sale reserve for each party? No.

There will be sugar and pine seeds, as
before.

And marsupial.

You are a worthy master of ceremony.

Whoever next takes Peter's shoes.

Who do well to keep you in that office.

Your eminence is more than generous.

You keep a journal, do you not?

My son?

Your eminence?

Prato.

You keep a day book?

Yes, Monsignor.

Of gossip, perhaps?

No, Monsignor.

You hear none?

For example, that the Jew physician gave
his late holiness potions of blood

drawn from the veins of young boys.

And if Cardinal Sforza becomes Pope, his
brother Ludovico will boldly strangle

their nephew and make himself the Duke
of Milan.

When God calls, if God calls me to the
Triple Crown,

The burdens will be eased by so well
-informed a friend.

If evidence may be sure, I'd serve him
with love and loyalty.

Then you are determined upon it.

I must respond to cogent persuasion. Oh,
yes.

Your brother, Lord of Ico.

The regent of Milan is not my master.

I reckon.

Refer to the prompting of my conscience.

You may rely upon federal votes, perhaps
eight.

So many.

You have the support of Milan and
Venice.

You are French.

I told you there's no truth in that.

In the early voting, I shall cast for
Costa and Zeno.

And by the third day, we should face
each other, Juliana.

Bar if you are, may expect as many as
four votes.

Do you?

No. He will prevent either of us from
securing the majority of two -thirds.

What shall we do then, I wonder?

The castle of Nepi and the revenues of
Agria.

And the vice -chancellorship.

20 ,000 ducats.

And the vice -chancellorship.

If we cannot agree, Borussia will
profit.

And Spain's word will run through Italy
from Naples to the Alps.

And if we do agree, so may the word of
France.

He is a Catalan, but you put even Spain
second to his family.

A Borussia dynasty of popes.

In return for your votes, Giuliano, I'd
gladly offer you the vice

-chancellorship.

Good morning, cousin.

Where is Julia?

Is her husband pining for her? She
should rejoin my son until the conclave

over.

She says she must go.

She will do as she's told and quickly.

There is a mob on Via Fafale and the
cardinal's servants are looting the

apartments for their masters.

A proper custom.

This holiness may now face St. Peter in
virtuous poverty.

Two of your own are among them.

Splendid.

Julia. Madonna.

How's Lucrezia?

She's well.

Agree? It improves.

A Latin.

Better than her manners.

Then I was wrong to entrust my daughter
to you, Adriana.

What her mother do better?

Madonna has a good heart and loves
Lucrezia.

As a cow its calf.

But better for a child of the Borgia
boon.

Wait now.

In there.

No. I shall stay here.

Now go, child.

You better go.

You may stay until I go to the conclave.

What do I tell my son?

That his wife is with me.

And his Orsini kinsmen?

Do you think they give a fig because you
had me to cackle your poor son?

You should know the complaisance hopes
for future profit.

You will not be pope now.

Sforza is at Ostia with Robert.

As one great cat smells out another.

So cast for the one or the other and
wait.

Wait?

At 19 I came to Rome and I waited.

At 25, I was cardinal.

26, vice -chancellor.

And I waited.

When our uncle, the Pope, died, the mob
cried, Catalan!

And they killed my brother.

And I waited.

Eight years ago, I was cheated over the
tiara.

And I waited.

Now I'm 60, and I'll wait no longer.

For God has rewarded my patience.

I'm Rodrigo Borja.

with enough gold to fill the Sistine
Chapel.

On the second vote of the second day,
the votes cast this morning for Cardinal

Zeno and Costa having been transferred
to the second preference on the papers,

the figures now are for the Cardinal
Presbyter of San Pietro of Vincoli, nine

votes, for the Cardinal Deacon of San
Pietro of San Modesto, seven votes.

The Cardinal Bishop of Porto de Santa
Fina, Vice -Chancellor of the Holy Roman

Church, fine votes.

There being no majority of two -thirds,
the papers will be burned and the voting

will be resumed tomorrow night.

For example, the rumor.

that Cardinal Rovere has accepted 200
,000 ducats from France to secure his

election.

Why, it was you who told me, Federico.

I know your eminence. Speak of it with
others.

You see how cynical I am.

I'll say nothing ill of Giuliano Rovere.

Monsignor, if I may not vote.

yet have already done so. All will be
well, if you trust me.

But how did you cast your vote,
Federico?

You have much to learn, my Lord Bishop.

You've been too long in Italy.

Never hesitate when a knack is drawn.

Writing you?

Don't struggle, boy.

My instincts are strong.

I saw you writing with Giovanni Orsini.

A tight -pursed master.

Are you more generous than he?

I'd be wise to outbid him, I think.

You see my trade?

There is none better at it.

Would you take me into your household,
my lord?

Where should I?

I am a Spaniard, like you.

And I am only modestly ambitious.

And I do say that your father will one
day be pope.

Signor, how can I refuse?

I agree. Now let me go!

Forgive me, my lord.

Your oath on it first.

In the name of Mary, Mother of Christ.

Your name?

Miguel de Correa.

Call Michelotto.

Take notice of your own precept, Signor
Michelotto.

In my service, you'll never hesitate
when the knife is drawn.

I call upon our saviour to witness that
the vote I am about to give has been

dictated by my conscience alone.

The figures now are, of the Cardinal
Presbyter of San Pietro, eight votes, of

the Cardinal Bishop of Porto and San
Rufino, seven votes, of the Cardinal

of San Vito, six votes.

There being no majority of two -thirds,
papers will be burned.

Jean -Baptiste, you have persuaded me.

The revenues of Cartagena.

The castle of Nepe.

And my new palace on the Bakivaki.

And the office of vice -chancellor.

The revenues of Agria.

And the office of vice -chancellor.

Three mule loads of silver.

Cardinal Riario, whose vote I have, has
asked for my palace of Trastevere.

Since it's yours, it's in your gift.

It shall be given, if I may hope, for
the palace of San Lorenzo.

Which accompanies the office of vice
-chancellor.

So it does.

Very well.

The vice -chancellorship.

Is that all, Ascanio?

I feel the pinch of poverty.

Um, my brother Ludovico hopes that a new
pope will acknowledge his title to the

dukedom of Milan.

Your nephew, the duke, is gravely ill?

We fear he may soon be.

I see no obstacle, unless your brother
has objection for an alliance between

Milan and the Holy Office.

Not a little consummated in a marriage
bed.

Cesare?

The Lady Lucrezia and our nephew
Giovanni.

You have so many nephews.

And she's already betrothed.

It is always.

You've done so before.

Rovery has a niece.

I couldn't think of that vinegar stick
in bed with any man.

Even your nephew, Giovanni.

Very well.

That is all, Ascania.

Is it not?

Four mule loads.

And gold, Rodrigo.

Not silver.

The Cardinal Bishop of Porto and
Saurafina, 13 votes.

The Cardinal Presbyter of Campietro.

Eight votes.

There being no majority of two -thirds,
the papers will be burned and the voting

will be resumed tomorrow.

No, Jack, no.

You are wrong.

Come, sit down.

What's that?

No pope, eh?

Not yet, old friend.

Did I vote for you?

No, Giacomo. For Giuliano Rovere.

Oh, you see, I forget. I'm old.

Too old. No.

A venerable age.

Ninety -six. Ninety -six.

They ask too much.

The paper is the vote.

My hand is rusty.

Of course.

Oh, we are all thoughtless.

I have it.

Perotto can be your scrivener.

Let him write your vote for you.

May God in his mercy release me soon.

Too many years.

Too many debts.

What? Debts?

Debts. Perotto.

A note.

Five thousand ducats.

No.

Hello, Giacomo.

I would not insult you.

For the Cardinal Bishop of Porto and
Santa Rufina, 14 votes.

For the Cardinal Presbyter of San Pietro
and Vincoli, 7 votes.

We have for Pope, the Lord Rodrigo de L
'Ancoli Borger, Cardinal Bishop of Porto

and Santa Rufina, Dean of the Sacred
College.

Vice -Chancellor of the Holy Roman
Church.

I am Paul.

I am Paul.

We are the people of Christ.

Alexander the Invincible.

We desire and take the name of Alexander
the Sixth.

You've come for me? Yes, my lord.

No, my lord.

My lord.

In private.

We have been called to St. Peter's chair
at a time of grave danger for Mother

Church, threatened as it is by forces
within and without.

We are determined to restore order to
this city of Rome and the faithful

Brotherhood and peace.

young princes, respect for God among all
men.

The Holy See shall be cleansed of
tyranny, of simony, corruption, and all

villains.

We are vicar of Christ for the salvation
of souls, not the gratification of

personal or family ambition.

Ten paces without gratifying his family
ambition shall be discontinued.

And in earnest of his love, he makes you
Archbishop of Valencia, together with

revenues of 16 ,000 ducats and the
palace of... But I'm not to come to

Oh, my lord, he's assured the Curia
he'll not permit his children to...

there already!

Open me!

But discreetly.

His Holiness believes your nature will
not allow... The devil with my nature! I

go to Rome! My lord, don't be so
stubborn!

Nicolano!

Trust me, my lord!

I won't forget you, you little weasel!

You can tell him I'll wait!

Tell him I'll wait no longer!

An audience.

To recommend the Lord Rinaldo to His
Holiness.

Upon what matter?

The desire of my master, the Duke of
Mantua, that his cousin may receive...

beautiful the Lady Lucrezia looks in the
firelight.

Be silent.

You may not speak so. Not to me.

You're a child, Lucrezia. I'll speak as
I wish.

I am to be wed.

Thus I am no longer a child.

A child. And too small to become big
with child.

When my brother Cesare writes to me, he
calls you the bride of Christ.

He does so, he says, because he'd not
offend my ears by calling you the Pope's

whore. You witch!

Get out!

Take it out!

Take it out!

Madonna, I'm very saying, it is the
desire of my master that his cousin

receive the cardinal's hand.

A neck so white, so slender, need...

What does your excellency think?

I'm content to agree with you, madame.

Pearls.

The lady Lucrezia is excessively fond of
pearls.

My brother Cesare says that when women
become fat, they lose their wits as well

as their beauty and are thus unlovable.

Because your brother, Chesiree, will not
love you.

Chesiree.

Geoffrey Farney. Chesiree. Excellency.
Welcome to my humble house. My son.

Happy and unhappy mother.

Oh, Chesiree.

Who is he?

Hmm? It was a shadow.

He blew out the light and he's gone.

Why are you in Rome?

Oh, it's the princess. Oh, she's well.

When will she be well? In the autumn.

Will you oppose it, Cesare?

If you will. Oh, no, no, my son. Say
nothing, do nothing.

I am content.

You weren't given leave to return to
Rome.

How are you, Signor Canale?

You prosper.

Indeed, Your Excellency. The holiness
has appointed him commander of the Torre

di Nonna.

Prison governor?

Well, you didn't expect that when you
wed my mother, now, did you, sir? No,

no. Forgive me. I certainly expected
nothing less.

One is to be captain general of the Holy
Church.

What? It was agreed long ago.

You were to be the priest and I the
soldier.

I could defeat any force you led with
only 50 horsemen.

each wearing a cuirass of brightly
polished steel.

A Popping Joe brother would be so
besotted with 50 images of himself, he'd

no wits left for battle. You're ever a
braggart.

Would Your Excellency some wine?

Must you always quarrel with your
brother in my house? We meet nowhere

Then I shall forbid you to come, though
I see you too rarely. My father's a fool

to favour him.

If you weren't so blind with envy, you'd
see he loves you boldly. But he keeps

me from Rome.

Why won't he acknowledge me as his
child?

The Borgia pool stands on every column
in Rome.

I may not put it above my house or on my
servant's couch.

I will speak with him.

You?

You mean nothing to him now.

You've nothing to bargain with.

If you must be cruel, take care you do
not enjoy the pain you inflict.

You're right, of course.

When you see him, tell him... Tell

him I pray for him.

She's well?

Yes.

Where are you lodged?

At the Palazzo Baglioni.

Am I welcome?

You come to Rome without our permission.

You've grown a beard.

You wear silk, velvet, and carry a
sword.

You've hired an assassin, Perotto says.

None of this is seemly an archbishop.

Even one so young.

Any man with the courage to stand above
me may see that I am a servant of God.

What other man has such a son?

What other son must call his father
uncle?

Yes, your mother said.

You've seen that?

Yes.

I will not buy your love.

I want a cardinal's hat.

I was 25 before I became... You've given
one to Alexander Farnese. Do I come

second to the brother of your whore?

You're afraid of me?

You're not eligible for the college.

You are illegitimate. I am what my
mother made me and may be what you

You're Pope.

We are Pope and carry the world upon our
shoulders like a patient has.

We hold the future of the Holy See in
trembling hands.

We face the dark and weep for all men.

When Ferrandi of Naples dies, as he
shortly will, France and Spain will

in the belly of Italy unless I prevent
it.

Pray for me, my friend. And my brother,
the Duke of Gandia, is to be your

captain general. Your brother Juan goes
to Spain, in Lucrezia's word, as our

envoy, and will himself marry anyone
they have to offer in Aragon.

By Lucrezia's marriage, we shall have
its forces army between us.

And the greed of trust. You see, I take
you to my confidence and trust.

What trust?

I have waited and waited and waited for
you to send for me, and still I am kept

from Rome.

Juan attends your courts, holding hands
with an Ottoman savage.

This gem is a hostage.

The Sultan pays us 40 ,000 ducats a year
to keep him here. I have a better way

with Turks.

Release me from my office.

I'll offer my sword to the Knights of
Rhodes.

If you wish.

you well.

Out Caesar, out Nullus. This shall be
Caesar or nothing.

There was a reason you were kept in
Rome.

The cardinal has been examining your
legitimacy.

They have decided you are the lawful son
of the lady Manotta by her first

husband. We shall issue a bull according
to the door of a brothel.

My second beau, private and unpromoted,
shall acknowledge you as our son.

It will give me great joy.

Do I get a cardinal's hat?

Of course.

Say more than that, Jesus.

I brought you a gift.

Where is your brother, Cesare?

Not here, as you can see.

Does he love you no more?

You saw him at our wedding today.

Yes. Sit clean at the thought of your
marriage bed.

Hold your tongue.

Nobly honored by you.

This plate was your gift.

Proclaimed a rubies from your brother
Ludovico, I believe.

A pity that, um, a fever, is it, keeps
him from Rome?

Ludovico.

You were not present at the wedding.

I avoid the infection of other men's
others.

And how is your nephew, the Duke?

A languishing.

If Ferranti of Naples wants to knock my
head and dispute my right to the

dukedom, I'll open the gates of Milan
and loose the French at his throat.

France's claim to the throne of Naples
is past history.

And Ferranti is not yet dead, Ludovico.

But dying.

Thank God.

He's nominated his son as successor.

And I, Charles of France, having
reminded the nasty little ape of his

Naples.

Spain will contest it.

and Rodrigo Borja.

Take her to bed.

No,

no, no.

You forgot the contract.

The contract?

The lady Lucretia is too young for the
duties of marriage.

In a year, she'll be all you desire.

It's an excellent portello on the Campo
Masso.

If you wish, my chamberlain can direct
it.

You know, Spain will direct the
conscience of that Catalan bull.

But he will make them pay for it.

When will Charles come?

If the runty obliges us by dying before
Christmas, there'll be French lancers in

our olive groves by spring.

But will they unseat Rodrigo?

And in favour of whom?

Your eminence must now earn his 200 ,000
ducats.

Thus has the authority of the church
become so debased that there is more

honesty among thieves and more virtue
among harlots.

We have seen great offices used to
gratify lust and greed,

title and preferment distributed like
playthings among children.

We have seen the Cardinal of Valencia
sent to Naples to dignify

at his honest marriage between his baby
brother Geoffrey and the daughter of

Alfonso of Aragon, between one bastard
and another. Oh, blow your tongue,

Silence!

Continue, but cautiously.

Even a goater knows.

That this marriage and the other Spanish
marriage of his brother Juan were

payment for the recognition given by the
Holy Chair to the fourth succession of

the Spanish claimant to the throne of
Naples.

We were promised honesty and we've been
fed with lies.

We were promised an end to corruption
and we choke in its stench.

We were promised peace and we must now
endure war.

Juliano. May I not speak?

But the cities of the north are already
in revolt.

In every village, poor priests cry out
against Rome's wickedness and call for

avenging sword.

It will come.

This morning, I received news that the
King of France will enter Italy when the

passes are clear.

And will advance upon Naples to remove
the usurper.

All roads to Naples must pass through
Rome.

And if Charles of France is opposed by
the Holy See...

Ascani will speak.

Helens.

My brother Ludovico.

wishes me to inform this consistory that
as duke of milan no

he strangled your witless nephew as duke
of milan and a true

servant of god and his conscience he
feels obliged

to offer the french all assistance to

To cleanse St. Peter's chair!

I refuse!

I refuse!

Silence!

Silence!

Silence! Silence!

Have none of you been paid enough?

get more from France?

Will you?

You yelp and squeal like deflowered
virgins.

Am I to be frightened of that?

I am Pope.

I.

If I must, I'll create a hundred new
cardinals to replace you.

Test me.

Test me!

And you'll see what manner of man is a
bourgeois.

Charles of France demands free passage
through the Papal States and threatens

you with deposition if you refuse.

What will you do?

In the North, the people are shouting,
Viva Francia!

The priests declare that the sword has
come.

What will you do?

Good sense obliged me to pray, I think.

You have no force to resist.

No. I believe they may conquer Rome with
a few pieces of chalk they need to mark

their billets.

Send me to Naples.

Right. Tell Alfonso to give me command
of his army. Yes, commanders.

With my approval.

Who?

Vincenio Fini.

And his sons, Paolo and Giovanni.

What do you mean?

You fool.

Did you learn nothing from Schwarzer's
treachery?

You old fool!