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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.