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Why has he come?

It may be someone I don't wish to speak to.

If I don't wish to see him, you send him away.

Lucia!

I must speak with you.

Go away. Leave us alone.

Do as I tell you or my uncle the Pope will have you flogged.

James.

What are you doing here?

Did your father send you?

I left Naples yesterday at dawn.

I've come straight here. So quickly.

I bought some fine new horses.

A splendid Barbary mare.

And was a beautiful new crowned King Federico.

And what of your daughter? Did you like her? When are you to be married?

Sanchez always telling me how beautiful Naples is.

I haven't spoken since one, Dad.

The Orsini's killed him. It must have been them. No one else could have wanted

him.

While he was alive, I envied him, but I would not have killed him because of

that.

Oh, listen, Lucrezia.

You must hear what I've found for you in Naples.

For me?

I've found you a husband.

A husband?

Lucrezia. You were seeking a wife. The king's daughter Carlotta.

Fanchia's brother.

Alfonso of Aragon.

He's 17.

Handsome. Full of spirit.

I showed him your picture. He's burning to marry you.

And the king has agreed.

I can't marry him.

You say that because you're married to Giovanni. But he's run away.

I cannot marry anyone. Of course you must marry.

But first you will meet Alfonso.

You're going to have a child.

Everything can be arranged.

No one knows of this except the family.

We can force Giovanni to divorce you on grounds of non -consummation.

It's not for myself. You want me to marry Alfonso.

It'd be your own ambition.

For the future of the family.

That is what I think of.

Now that Juan is dead, I have to make new plans for all of us.

That's not me.

How?

How must I help you?

No one else I can tell.

I have to make confession, and I can't. Not to the priest who comes.

Suppose I die and go to hell.

Let me confess to you.

I'm not a priest.

You're a cardinal. I am not a true priest.

There's no one else.

You can hear me.

Bless me, Chesire, for I have sinned.

And I must tell you.

Ask me what I have done.

Tell me what sins you have committed.

Father, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Father, my child will be someone close to me by blood.

I was persuaded to commit the sin. I knew.

Sanchi told me.

It was Juan.

Son?

When did she tell you that, Jethro?

When did she tell you?

In Capua.

She came to me when I was ill.

Juan was dead. Perhaps she thought it didn't matter.

It wasn't Juan.

Sanchia told you that to make you jealous.

To play with you. You know what she does.

You see why there was no one I could confess to.

For the family.

Our father.

Who art in hell.

Bless me, Jesus.

I never wanted to be a priest.

You know that.

I could serve you as Juan never did.

How can I be a priest?

I don't believe in God.

Of course you believe in him.

You believe in God as we do.

Because the sky is blue.

Now you think that argument's absurd, huh? Too simple for you.

Just imagine if the sky were black or brown or yellow.

It's perfectly possible.

But the sky is blue.

The grass is green.

Women are lovely.

And the world is beautiful.

Can't you understand? It's as simple as that.

Juan is dead.

Yes, dead.

It's the sins of man that spoil God's handiwork.

Our sins as well.

We promised to reform the Kuryan.

One was killed. Have you?

The commission we appointed hasn't reported yet.

Please, look at me.

There is something in your voice we do not like to hear.

Come to me.

with you in Naples.

They tell us you spent over 100 ,000 ducats in the daughter of your own

Did she not make you happy?

I saw Lucrezia.

When?

On my way here this afternoon.

Did she speak of us?

We sent messages to her, begging for her return, but she refuses.

Time and time again.

How is she?

Why don't you answer?

Can she forgive?

I think she has.

God knows how we have suffered thinking of her.

But if she forgives us, God can forgive us too.

And you?

You've no need of my forgiveness.

But I have need of yours.

Bless me, Father. Don't speak!

We absolve you without confession for all the things you have committed.

There are things between us that should not be spoken, and words make us their

prisoners. For the love of God, Jesus, and for the love we have for you, tell

no more!

I thought my brother was the father of her child.

I knew.

I knew.

You have told us nothing.

You always hated him.

It was our sins for which he died.

And we were justly punished.

Losing our dearest son.

What do you want?

What I've always wanted.

The glory of this world, not of the next.

Should be the least from your vows on our oath.

It shall be done, Cesare.

Thank you, my father.

I shall talk more tomorrow when I receive you formally.

Benedito.

Go from us now, Cesare.

What do you think?

She'll come back to us again?

If the child is born.

Yes.

Yes, there is death.

Also... There's no one else who knows of this.

No, no.

Yes, there is one.

Perotto.

Could be useful.

What do you mean by that?

Schiller, what do you mean by that?

We demand to know.

Words maketh their prisoners.

So you've said.

I refuse the fine.

You are my kinsman.

Or will you force me to dishonor the House of Water?

I vow that I have never had carnal knowledge of my wife, Lady Lucrezia,

my incapacity.

You have all betrayed me.

I went to Milan to my uncle and begged him on my knees.

And what did Ludovico tell you?

He said that I should make proof of my virility here in your castle in the

presence of a papal legate.

And if I should not do so with my wife, then I should use a whore.

When he fears the French, I see it.

No one will help me, not you, nor Ludovico.

Well, maybe I can do something.

There is still the question of the dowry.

Considerable sum, is it not?

31 ,000 ducats.

31 ,000 ducats.

I make no promises.

It's a piece of paper.

The honour of your house lies in your city of Pesaro.

Not between your legs.

Hmm?

I

have

known her.

I've known her an infinity of times. Closet a hall.

Do you know why the Pope has robbed me?

He wants up himself.

Oh, I've seen them. Eyes, lips, fingers.

The devil will torture her in hell.

Oh, thank you.

What is it?

Not that I have a mother.

She asked me to deliver it into your hand.

It is well.

Glory, Father.

Don Pedro.

Si.

Go now to bed.

You should go to bed.

God bless you.

Get the girl.

Help

me!

My Lord.

Why did you hesitate?

The girl, she screamed.

He knew my sister, Michelotto.

She is avenged.

Our honor is saved.

Ramiro, you understand the cause?

Yes, my lord.

The Tiber can wash away his blood without obtain.

He who did it, none.

You've heard nothing of it.

Your Eminence, I know His Holiness was greatly distressed.

Of course, yes.

Barottos. Very dear to me.

But it appears rather too presumptuous of one who lies lay even closer to his

heart. I'm not certain who your Eminence refers to.

Unless it be the Cardinal of Valencia?

No, no, no, no. I do not, no.

And indeed, Mr. Berkman.

Madonna Lucrezia.

She returned to the Vatican.

And could you not say that there was a least suggestion in her figure?

Of course, the divorce commission declared her vergo intacta.

What a miracle.

Holiness will be disturbed.

This is no occasion for her appearance.

But, Master of Ceremonies, there are occasions at which even the Church

no precedent.

We will proceed without the cross.

Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.

Amen.

What is it? Urgent business with the holiness.

Wait.

Holiness, forgive me.

The messenger has come.

A blessing, my son.

What is the news?

Child is found dead.

How? A beam fell in his palace of armoires. Killed him instantly.

God have mercy.

He was never fortunate.

This will be fortunate for me.

Ah, yes.

For you.

Have patience, Treasurer.

The loss of his majesty was the most grievous blow.

We were sincerely touched by it. Your Holiness.

You should be grateful, my Lord Bishop, if you would convey to Her Gracious

Majesty, his widow, our profound condolences.

I shall, of course.

Your Holiness, it was on the subject of the late king's widow that His Majesty

King Louis has begged me to consult you.

The affair is somewhat delicate.

You may speak in the presence of the Cardinal of Valencia as to ourselves.

Your Holiness.

My lord, King Louis, now desires to set aside his wife and marry in her place

the late King Charles's widow.

Your Holiness, he desires this for reasons of faith alone.

It is true that Louis' present wife is hideous. Oh, your eminence, I swear that

no such carnal matter... No such matter will influence our judgment.

All the same, a double dispensation would be necessary, both for the

annulment of his marriage... Which is no marriage, Your Holiness, either in the

eyes of God or man. ...to allow a second marriage to his kinsman's widow.

This questions...

would greatly exorcise the courier.

Those of Spanish persuasion, we are convinced, will be opposed.

We are bound to Spain, both by blood, by the interest of the Holy Office.

Then my cause is lost?

Mine as well.

Your Holiness may be aware, the Cardinal of Valencia entreated the late King's

support in some business of his own without success.

We know that, but... His Majesty King Louis now advises me he would give

for the return of the Cardinal to the secular state and for his marriage to

daughter of the King of Naples.

He is also prepared to grant him the Duchy of Valence with a revenue of 20

gold francs.

together with a personal subsidy of 20 ,000 gold francs

per annum?

It's not enough.

You see, my Lord Bishop, how I am opposed.

What more is needed?

His Majesty is determined on this course, and I believe he would agree.

Time, my Lord Bishop.

Give us a little time.

Then we shall speak again.

Your Holiness.

I shall have my army.

Yes.

And you will see what I shall do.

Yes.

I feel it.

I do not think I want to marry.

Not even Alfonso?

Just because he's your bastard brother.

Oh, I have no illusions about Alfonso.

But he is good looking.

And it's possible for a sister to appreciate a brother's looks.

Quite innocently.

Yes, of course.

Although...

What? Are you not going to tell me?

I think I shall be jealous. Just a little.

And I never was before.

Not of you.

That was easy. You never had a cause.

As I did.

Because of Cesare.

Cesare cares nothing for me. I'm his whore.

It's you he loves.

Why do you say that?

There really seem no reason for you Borgias to marry anyone except each

Sancia, when you went to see Cesare in Capua, what did you tell him?

Cesare in Capua?

Oh, he thought he had the pox.

We went to bed together and it cured him.

Why? What did he tell you?

Nothing.

What a pretty little face.

Your waist is just as slender as it was before.

In Naples, I had three Toreros all in one night, and they couldn't make me

pregnant. I must be barren.

Then you're very fortunate.

Was it terrible?

When Alfonso takes you to bed, you'll forget all that.

Oh, Lucrezia.

Giovanni gave you nothing.

And there's so much.

More than I could teach you.

Wait.

Wait till you see Alfonso.

It's here.

Where is he? Where is Lucrezia?

They should have told us. You said it must be a secret.

Is your hair washed?

At least you have the pearls.

King Federico has given him the title of Duke of Bizzare.

It shall be done to.

Their horses are in the yard. Oh, let me see.

I know he has her eye.

You will be blessed.

Are you proud to see your daughter?

Now that her lover is dead.

Where is the child?

At the wetner.

One of my two feet.

How was he called?

We called him Giovanni.

Why Giovanni?

Why? What else?

What's her husband's name?

The unicorn is gently chattering.

It means chastity.

Did you know?

To death.

Unto death.

There will be no annulments this time.

Look.

You can't forget me. Wait.

While I live, she stays around.

The unicorn is gentle, Jasmine.

It means trust.

Did you know?

Reverend Monsignor, I never wished to be a priest.

Nor did I take the sacred orders for any other reason than the fear and the

respect with which I held my father, by whom I was compelled.

But I admit that my admission to the college was made on the commission's

findings that I was the son of one Domenico D 'Arignano, which is now known

be...

And as I have confessed, I was envious of my brother, Juan, who

was made the Duke of Gambia.

And I felt hatred in my heart at this time, wishing like him to be a soldier

not a priest.

For all these reasons, it is against my conscience that I should remain

a member of this sacred college.

And I appeal to you to release me from the false vows which I have sworn.

By general consent, the eminences agree to refer this matter to our Holy Father.

The Holy Father will take such action as he deems fitting.

Did you see me?

Yes, I saw.

Valentino. Cheddaray will be so splendid when he goes to France.

He's ordered a new sword.

And yesterday he killed eight bulls at the bullfight.

He was almost down then.

In Naples, I saw Miguel Alvarez kill 14 bulls in a single afternoon.

Naples. You and Alvarez were always talking about Naples.

Look, he's falling.

Cesare!

Cesare!

Cesare, are you hurt?

In the shoulder.

In Naples, I saw a hundred riders fall off 200 horses in a single afternoon.

It's funny.

Forgive me, I missed the joke.

Yes, you were falling off a horse. You would. It's better to fall off a horse

than be gored by a bull.

Such a blaze of splendor.

And at such a cost.

The French court would be compelled to greet you as a great prince.

The work on this is exquisite.

Beautiful.

More naked girls than Lucrezia's wedding.

Sacrificing to a bull.

Of course. They are fiends representing the triumphs of Caesar.

Don't say that.

Your Spanish name.

And here you crossed the Rubicon.

The Acta Italia.

The dice cast.

Caesar was murdered.

When he began to think himself a god,

he should remember that. I don't need to be a god.

God gives us peppermint from the park.

He made the world, but men can master it.

Like Caesar, I shall conquer.

My will is cut against the face.

And one day, I shall die.

By the knife, or by his grace, it makes no matter.

What I do is the immortal part of me.

All else is dust to me and Caesar.

God will go with you, whether you choose or not.

But be careful of the French.

Louis is not a fool, as Charles was.

His suit seems now to favor us, but he may not be so when he has served his

need.

Here is the bull of this procession that allows marriage to Anne of Brittany.

Here is my letter.

Commanding you to him.

Perhaps you should have waited.

He promised to obtain for you King Federico's consent to offer you his

daughter's hand.

And yet... I have crossed my rubicon.

I cannot wait now.

You never could.

When you see Federico's daughter at the French court, see you inspire her with

the same impatience.

Goodbye, Holy Father.

Benedict, my son.

The future of the House of Borgia is in your hands.

So remember, I have a Spanish heart still.

I cannot trust the French.

We need trust no one.

Once I have my army, no one but ourselves.

Farewell, Don Cesar.

And it has.

Your Majesty.

The little Duke of Valentino is taking his time. I'm sure it is the number of

his escorts which has delayed his appearance.

Your Majesty should understand that Duke Valentino is Spanish, but his habits

are Italian.

Too often we make a display of our importance with an outward show.

In France, Your Majesty's example is rightly followed.

It is the man you measure, not his clothes.

And they say he has bought a privy for his personal use with chambers of finest

silver.

I suppose when he makes water, it is pure gold.

Welcome to Duke of Valentino. You may approach.

Majesty.

Welcome to our court at Chinon.

You know his eminence?

Of all?

Your eminence? Excellent.

You have lost your tonsure, but none of the respect I have for you. I am sure.

His eminence has been most diligent as an ambassador of the Holy Father.

I trust, my Lord Duke, you have brought with you the dispensation that we seek.

Our eyes are eager for it. As it is holiness to hear news from your majesty

Naples.

We have urged your marriage to Don Federico's daughter strongly.

But his holiness will understand.

Fair ladies cannot always be persuaded by others' counsel.

The appearance of a tutor may do much more.

And you, Carantino, appearance is certainly eloquent.

But appearance is very deceitful, as my lord knows.

Two faces.

You accuse that, Monsignor.

of turning two faces to the world. Holy Father, I'm not accusing you. Look at

him. I only wish to... Holy Father.

I know very well what's going on here.

You've been reminded him that his mother was a Sforza.

Or rather, his mother would have been a Sforza if his dear father, who was

without his lightest question, the most cruel, the most vicious, and above all,

the most vulgar person who's ever lived.

If he had not chosen, to propagate this fine young man, my son -in -law, not

from this Forza stock, but on the body of a whore!

The Forzas of Milan and the Aragonese of Naples.

Brigands and whores!

Holy Father, these are false accusations!

I'm sorry, Holy Father, if I've offended you. Offended me?

It was fortunate for you and for you, Alfonso.

The treasure is far away in France. You know him well.

Yes, it's true.

Jude Valentino is a most vigorous young man.

Well practiced in the use of arms, horses, leaping, all athletics. But

believe me. Believe me, Holy Father.

Believe me.

Louis of France.

Wants him simply for his own design. Then you should, you must warn Cesare,

to aim so high as he may do this time, that in his falling he may break your

bones. You must place your trust not in barbarians, but in those

whom, in your inmost heart, I believe you could trust in Spain and in Milan.

Many stood off in modern threats.

I am not threatening you. Have you been threatened?

Threatened?

Them boys of Spain and Portugal.

accuse us of purchasing the papacy.

They threatened to call a general consul to have us deposed.

And you know what more?

They dare to tell us that the death of Juan was a divine chastisement for our

sins.

But God has given us another son to bear our name.

I notice he hasn't blessed the House of Spain with any issue.

Who has got gifts and takes away.

But a good Catholic king gets nothing.

Oh, forgive me. What do you want?

Wretched boy.

He's no son of mine.

Don't hover at the door.

I'm sorry, Holy Father, if you're on your way to the Basilica. You want more

money, huh?

And your wife wants money.

Sancha, the sitter.

The whore of Naples.

Stay where you are!

You're full of good advice, all of you.

Let me give some to you, Alfonso.

Tell your uncle, Don Federico, that our patience is at an end.

Let him send word to France and instruct his daughter, Carlotta, that tender

virgin, that we shall wait no more.

He will have one last chance to yield her to Cesare. And if she will not...

Then we are cheated.

No, Virgo Maria.

I want him.

It's true.

It's true, Ascani.

The French are barbarians.

You should not yield too much.

No doubt in your talk together you have told the Princess Galata much of the

glories of Rome.

I have never been there.

The ancient ruins, so I'm advised, are quite magnificent.

These people have the wisdom and the nobility, the skill of ancient days. No

should die till they have seen the Forum Magnum, the Colosseum.

I do not think, my dear, that you have ever been to Rome.

No?

No.

Your Excellency, did you wish for anything? Yes.

My aunt.

Perhaps it was not worth it. The Majesty promised it would be tonight.

And then there are the modern splendors of the ancient city, the palace of the

noble family. Well...

My

dear, she seems upset.

I will go to her.

if his excellence will allow.

The princess is devoted to Her Majesty, and the young girl seemed to think that

there was no change.

Her Majesty is mistaken.

How?

There has been a change.

Since I came to Chinon two months ago, Your Majesty has married the Queen.

Which you could not have done without the dispensation from his holiness,

I delivered to you.

And for which I've had nothing in return but my shame.

This is unfortunate.

It may be you were wrong to think of her.

Wrong to think of Naples.

In my own case, it says Milan. I'm so determined I shall take Milan that I

forget other things.

But in the long run, we cannot forget that Naples belongs to us.

And for me?

For

such

strongholds, I should need more than an army.

I should need artillery.

Which we have.

The court had been lifting the services of Condottieri. Which could be met.

We have not forgotten.

We made a promise to His Holiness.

To secure a princess.

If it would not insult you to consider someone instead.

A princess?

The daughter of a great and noble duke.

Do I know her?

Come in.

Where? West and Green.

Her father is Duke of Guyenne, Count of Drepontière and Perigord,

Viscount of Limoges and Lord of Havannes.

Her mother is a kin's woman to the Queen.

I believe matters could be arranged.

She's called the loveliest daughter of France.

I should want an army of 900 lances.

And 20 ,000 heavy cavalry.

You would take Milan with me.

After which I would invest you with the lordship of Athens.

And you would obtain free passage for our forces to enter Naples and assist us

in its reconquest.

Naples.

And Milan.

For the people's states.

And she's pretty.

The king told my father in his letter that Cesare had performed even better

he himself when he married the queen.

He enjoyed Charlotte twice before supper and six times at night.

He's so strong, nothing would matter to him.

And they say... They say she's very pretty.

Always talking of Jezreel. That's what Giovanni used to say. Now you are

about Giovanni.

Yes.

Twice before supper and six times at night.

Has my belly grown too big? Is that it?

Perhaps you'd rather I was a boy.

No, that is your brother Joffrey.

My kinsman of Scania's fortress left Rome to go hunting.

Has he run away?

No. Because he's afraid. He's afraid of Cesare and the French.

Has he gone to Milan?

No, he's gone hunting.

Giovanni ran away.

But I didn't mind that because I didn't love him.

Oh, I didn't mean to talk about Giovanni again.

Or about Cesare.

Oh, Alfonso.

My lord.

My lord.

You wrote without telling me.

Where are you going?

We shall take some heroin.

And return home again?

I... I trust you have good sport.

He knows that you have sent your goods to Leon.

Where you will meet the king.

You keep yourself a man apart, my lord.

Even from your wife.

It's the mercy of God, Michelotto.

Oh, you do not wish to see her tears. That's the reason. I die for Milan.

You may cry then. It's time enough.

She watches you still.

I am as merciful as God, Michelotto.

And is cruel.

You cannot make men love you as they love God.

No.

As they fear him.

What's the matter? What happened?

Alfonso's gone. He's run away.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I love him so much. He must make him come back to me.

Oh, please, make him come back to me. I shall.

I shall.

Oh, Lucrezia, Lucia, my child.

They shall bring him back or kill him.

No, I love him.

You love him. This child is in your womb.

Hallelujah. Hallelujah.

What do you want?

Your son, my devoted husband, has been wounded in a street brawl.

His servant has just returned.

Your holiness.

The patrol took him to San Angelo. They've put him under lock and key.

Holy Father, we have gone down by the river, by the tent of the Pizzani.

to pick up boys.

Is he badly wounded?

In the flesh, Holy Father.

Some blood was drawn.

He begs your holiness to order his release from the castle.

I can't do no harm there.

He's no son of mine.

Lucrezia.

What's the matter?

Alfonso ran away.

Left her with child.

Mother of God.

See how his sins bring ruin to his head. Died just raise nothing, a drop of

spittle.

But Cedare.

Cedare will destroy you.

And not just you, you monstrous old man. Not you alone, but the whole of Bain

and Italy. Leave her.

There's nothing to hold me here.

My husband, such as he was, is safe in prison.

My brother's gone.

Lucrezia. Lucrezia. Take me with you. I'll give you Nippy. Don't go with her.

She's a whore. Listen. Listen to me. No.

Lucrezia. I'll give you Nippy.

There is your child. What will happen with you?

leave Rome.

It was in the marriage contract.

She shall not leave Rome.

Holy Father.

Babu, take out of my sight. I'll have you burned.

Cesare must come.

I warned him.

Cesare must come.

He must come home.