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Pope Innocent VIII.

In nomine Patris, et Filii...

...comprised of ambitious men,
sons of Rome's ruling families.

Orsini dog!
Colonna whore!

The Pope's most powerful
advisor is Vice-Chancellor

Rodrigo Borgia.

I have not given up my hope of a
Borgia on the Spanish throne.

I ask Your Holiness to replace
me as Bishop of Valencia

with my sainted nephew, Cesare.

There is a question
of Cesare's dubious birth.

No Spaniard, no Borgia bastard
will ever again be Pope.

He draws support from his married
lover, Giulia Farnese...

Why are you so good at this?

...and his family.

Juan...

And Rodrigo has even
greater plans for me.

Cesare...

But I do not want to be a priest.
I do not have the soul for it.

...and Lucrezia.

Who will arrange
a marriage for me?

Cardinal Borgia, your uncle.

Still, Rodrigo is determined that
none shall forget the name...

I have this sense of foreboding.

That I will soon die.

You will not die soon.

But five will die before
the summer heat cools.

Deaths that will change you.

Who is going to die?

That I cannot say.

Tell me.

No. I have
not the power.

Cesare, he has the fever,
do not touch him.

Use this to see a
doctor, not for wine.

Pope Innocent has condemned witchcraft and
all Christians who associate with witches.

Besides, you make us late
for your uncle's banquet.

A toast.

A toast to our guest of honor,

our newest Cardinal,
Giovanni de Medici.

Giovanni de Medici.

A toast.

I toast the bond which has
been forged like iron

between the Borgia, the Cibo, the
Medici and the Orsini families.

By marriage, by blood,
we are all one family.

Salute.

Salute.

And I toast my dear sister
Clarice, who is in Heaven,

celebrating the elevation
of her son, Giovanni.

As she also celebrates her
daughter Maddalena's marriage

to Franceschetto Cibo.

Bravo.

Maddalena, how is it having the
Pope as your father-in-law?

Tell us, in Florence, are women
allowed to eat with men?

No.

Well, when I am Countess of Oliva,

I will insist that I sit at
the same table as my husband.

Uh, about that.

Your betrothal to Cherubin de
Centelles has been nulled.

Oh, no. He does
not want me?

Your uncle has made a better match.
Don Gaspare de Procida.

Son of the Count
of Almenara and Aversa.

Twice as handsome
and twice as rich.

Oh, my God.
She has the fever.

Friends.

Dear friends.

As many of you know,
Papa has taken ill,

exhausted from working
day into night,

keeping the peace
between Naples and Milan.

Wait in the library.

I toast my father,
Lorenzo the Magnificent.

Lorenzo.

A song.

Written by Lorenzo.

The civil war which has raged
throughout the Turkish Empire is over.

Bajazet has defeated
his brother Djem.

A united Muslim army means those
heathens will once again attack Italy.

Yes, but according to this
report, after Djem was defeated,

he surrendered to
the Knights of Rhodes.

Ironic, huh? A Muslim feeling safer
with a Christian than his own kin.

What do the Knights intend to
do with the Shahzadeh?

"Hold Djem at our fortress
in Auvergne

"until such time as a new
Crusade is launched."

Djem, hidden away in the
hinterlands of France? Wise.

Hardly wise, Brother.

Keeping him out of public view
diminishes his usefulness.

Instead, he should reside
here, in the Eternal City.

The Lord shall preserve
thee from all evil.

He shall preserve thy soul.

God will protect us.

We stand before You, Lord,

here where so many pontiffs
rest in eternal peace,

aware more than ever
of our own mortality.

We are all going to die.

We are all going to die.

His Royal Highness,
the Shahzadeh Djem.

Supreme Pontiff of the Roman
Church, I have brought a gift.

People of Faith, I give you

the Lance of Longinus,

the very blade that pierced the
chest of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

The Holy Lance.

The Holy Lance.

My name will be carved in history.

Thank you, Rodrigo.

I do not bite.

Come in.

I asked to see you, the nephews
of my benefactor Cardinal Borgia,

because, as a stranger in your city,
I thought you could be my guides.

And, perhaps, even my friends?

Join me?
No. Thank you.

I am on a fast.

Hmm. A health precaution?

A penance.

Well, I am in search of a sin
for which to be penitent, so...

This fabric from Milan
is absolutely gorgeous.

Lucrezia, you cannot
wear Milanese cloth

the first time you are
presented to your fiance.

Don Gaspare de Procida is cousin
to King Ferrante of Naples,

and, given the current tension
between Naples and Milan,

a dress made from that
material would cause a war.

Show us another.

Do you constantly disagree with
me out of malice or mere habit?

Lucrezia.

Your brother Goffredo, is here with a message
which he will speak only to your ears.

Goffredo.

Goffredo.

How are you?
How is Mother?

Boiling with fever and
begs you come at once.

Absolutely not. Lucrezia is busy
preparing to meet her future husband.

I've been denied the sight of Mother
since moving to the Cancelleria.

If she's fevered,
I must run to her.

We've only just
cleansed this house.

You shan't expose yourself
to more ill humors.

But, Adriana, the link between
mother and daughter is sacred.

If my mama were dying, I would fight
the Devil himself to be by her side.

You see, I'm not so disagreeable.

You encourage me, knowing that such
a visit would enrage my uncle.

I'm sorry. Tell Mama I cannot.
I will not visit her.

Mama will die.

Goffy.

Cultivate this friendship with Djem.
It will frustrate della Rovere.

Eminence, word from Florence. Lorenzo
de Medici has succumbed to the fever.

The first death.

Are the streets of Florence quiet?
So far.

Where is Giovanni?

He is here, in the study.

I knew how infirm Papa was. I
should have stayed by his side.

He wanted you in Rome
doing God's work,

as he did his entire life.

I will go say Mass
to pray for his soul

and pray as well that peace within the
Italian states will not perish with Lorenzo.

May God bless you and
your brothers, Giovanni.

Grieve, my friend. There is
no shame in a broken heart.

Just before my father died,

the monk, Savonarola, refused
to grant him absolution.

The thought of Papa burning in
Hell until the end of time...

A monk cannot condemn a man.
Only God can. God is just.

He will open His arms
to Lorenzo and say,

"You made Florence
a paradise on Earth.

"Come, dear one, and rest."

We must forget our priestly
intentions for tonight

and celebrate the genius
of your father's living.

Sweet love of Jesus.

We should have gone with Giovanni to
Florence, for his father's funeral.

He did not want us.

You mean he did not want me.

I will be honest, Rome casts
a strange spell upon you.

Not Rome. Wherever I am. There's always
two elements struggling within me.

Beast versus Archangel. More
often than not, the beast wins.

A beast has no soul.
You do.

My soul is empty.

Alessandro, I have a
confession to make. To me?

Have you forgotten? I, like
you, am not yet a priest.

No, but you are a drunkard and
will therefore keep my confidence.

More likely, I will simply forget.
So speak freely.

I am consumed by
the fever of envy.

My brother. Our friend de Medici.
Their lives are in motion.

Mine is as stagnant as the
garbage in Montesarchio.

You are Bishop of Valencia.
But that is not enough.

I yearn for what Juan has.

His dukedom?
Or Rodrigo's affection?

Both.

More.

Something else.

What does Professor Decio teach?

Unlike lust
but much like gluttony,

envy becomes a sin only if
you act upon the impulse.

But how can I not be envious? Juan
will achieve greatness in his life.

So will you.
By a different route.

Cesare, contemplate the other
side of your instincts.

You comfort the sick,
the afflicted.

When your emotions are in check, your
presence is calming, nurturing, spiritual.

Regardless of your desires,
perhaps you are a priest.

And if your soul is
empty, replenish it.

Make restitution to those
you have sinned against.

Marcantonio, we must talk.

Fucking turd.

Remove yourself from Colonna property or I
will put the next one through your skull.

Marcantonio, I've wronged you.

Forgive me for my wretched sins.

"Who can forgive sins
but God alone?"

Am I correct,
priest? Run or die.

I am ready to die.

If my dying ends the feud between
the Colonna and the Borgia,

then go ahead and kill me.

Enjoy your freedom, Catalan, for
when Pope Innocent lies in his tomb

your entire family shall be shackled to
the walls of the lowest, darkest dungeon

inside Castel Sant'Angelo.

So much for replenishing my soul.

Madonna, I bring you some small
tokens of my deep affection.

Pearls from the sea.

Gold from the mountains.

Perfume from the air.

And yet, I see that all the elements
pale beside your loveliness.

Brother, we must talk.
Hurry, this is important.

Yes, Juan. I'm sure you're on
a mission of utmost urgency.

There. Christoforo Castanea,
Count of Castel Leone.

Last night, he had a secret
meeting with Mustafa Pasha.

An impoverished count shares a drink
with the Turkish ambassador. So?

Padishah Bajazet is offering 300,000
ducats to the man who kills his brother.

Castanea has a title,
but no property.

I believe he plots to
assassinate Djem.

You will help me discover the
truth, foil the conspiracy.

Since when have you been interested
in Turkish politics? Or the truth?

Cesare, I know your value,
even if our uncle does not.

Together we can triumph.

Rodrigo will bless us both.

Djem is more valuable to Rome,
and to us Borgia, alive.

Then quickly devise a plan.

Simple. We must
befriend Castanea.

When Innocent expires,

we fear the next pope will
bellyache for another Crusade.

And use Djem as a rallying
point against Bajazet.

We Borgia would do anything to
keep Djem from gaining power.

That is why we have him
under lock and key.

Worry not.

Go on. Go.

Why do you say worry not?

The Padishah has hired me to...
Dispose of his brother.

Excellent.

How?

I am to poison the well which supplies
the water to the Apostolic Palace.

Poison the well.

But then would you not
also be poisoning the Pope

and all the clerics
who live and work there?

His Holiness is almost dead anyway.
As for the rest, good riddance.

Good riddance, indeed.

The hour is late.

No. The room
belongs to you.

You have already paid for...
We pay nothing.

Our mother owns this inn.

Thank you.

For everything. The ale,
the women, the friendship.

Christoforo, we thank you doubly for
taking us into your confidence.

We know that your fortunes are low, but
no nobleman should be without a valet.

Our man Rudolfo will serve you
till the end of your days.

For what reason could you
possibly be wearing that frown?

Well, go on. Were the flowers
not to your satisfaction?

The wine not to your taste?

Don Gaspare... His
demeanor, his arrogance.

His interest in me is purely
as a mirror of himself.

Boys mature more
slowly than girls.

But I am now a woman and I want a
real man, not a preening child.

I refuse to wed Don Gaspare.

Silly girl, you must. The documents
have been signed by your uncle.

I will not be forced into wedlock
with that self-loving peacock.

I am a Borgia.
I deserve better.

No. You deserve whatever
blessing His Eminence gives you.

That is not the face of La Bella.
That is the face of Hell.

Your niece.

She refuses to marry Don Gaspare.

For what reason?

She finds him undesirable and
demands a more handsome husband.

Don Gaspare is one of the
finest-looking young men in Europe.

More importantly, this match has been
sanctioned by King Ferdinand of Spain.

My love, I do not have
time for trivialities.

Please, solve this problem.

Use your wiles to
convince the girl.

Beg pardon, Your Eminence.

Word from the Vatican. His
Holiness is mere hours from death.

The fever accelerates. As do
the pains in his abdomen.

An old scar on his right
leg has broken open.

I have done all I can.

I've heated the room, sealed the
windows to sweat the fever out.

There is no hope.

You are absolutely certain?

When Innocent dies, the
peasants will go on a rampage.

Shall we fortify our palace?

Definitely.

Whichever cardinal
controls the treasury

controls whichever cardinal sits
next on Saint Peter's throne.

If Orsini does, then Borgia does.

Orsini must double the Papal
Guard at Castel Sant'Angelo.

No. It would be better to
have our own men in place.

We must also station
our Bravia around the Vatican.

Tell Juan to arm the
consigliere and move Djem

to the secret room
above the Sistine.

I want a shooter on every window.

You, take five men to the roof.
I am in charge, brother.

Go, Goddamn you, now.
Yes, sir.

She says I carry myself with an air
of importance? Of course, I do.

I am a de Procida.

I shall rule Almenara
and Aversa one day.

Yes, but do you wish to share your
throne with a woman who abhors you?

As my mother does my father.

A romantic gesture
will warm Lucrezia's heart.

I gave her pearls, gold...

Wealth is not romance.

Romance is for fools and poets.

Romance is the precursor
of seduction.

Have you yet tasted a woman?

I assure you, Lucrezia is
ready to become one.

But a woman needs romance,
a woman craves seduction.

For the sake of your
own desires, woo her.

Lessen your swagger

and you will find yourself
with ample reason to swagger.

You are to go to
the chapel at once.

No.
Forgive the intrusion.

The city is in turmoil, yet I could
not stop thinking about you.

No, this is improper.

Please, only one moment, signora,
the length of a heartbeat.

Until the wondrous day
when I may kiss your lips.

We must defend this wall, here.
This wall is more...

Look who I found skulking about.

Cricket, what brings you here?

You two must come.
Mama is dying.

We cannot both go, not now.

Look, our defenses are in place.
There's naught to do but wait,

and you are more
the healer than I.

When Castanea makes his move against
Djem, you will let me know?

Of course.

Do you want me to come with you?
No.

Make sure the Bravia
on the roof are not drunk.

"We bequeath the 148,000
ducats in the papal treasury

"to our beloved son,
Franceschetto."

"We bestow unto Cardinal
Giuliano della Rovere

"the keys to the
Castel Sant'Angelo."

"My dear brothers, I beseech you all
to elect someone better than me

"as my successor."

Signed Innocent VIII,
of that name, July 19th,

1492.

July the 19th.

He changed his will five days ago?

What difference does that make?

For the past five days, he has
barely known his own name.

There are witnesses that will
confirm his healthy state of mind.

I, for one.

If we do what Innocent asks, the
papal treasury will be depleted.

He begs us to elect
someone better than him

yet does not leave the
poor soul a single ducat.

Borgia is already imagining
himself wearing the tiara.

There will be no money for
whoever is next, you fishmonger.

Be silent, Catalan.

You want the Castel Sant'Angelo
ruled by this Genoan sodomite?

Giuliano.

Stop it.

What is this?

Such behavior in the
presence of the Pope?

Desist!

Each of you has benefited
from my father's reign.

If a man's last request is sacred,
then a Pope's must be doubly so.

If della Rovere takes possession
of Castel Sant'Angelo,

we Borgia are doomed.

We must keep Innocent alive
until this will is broken.

And we must secure
the papal treasury.

How?

By moving the gold and silver from the
Castel Sant'Angelo to a secret location.

You spoke to Lucrezia?
She refused?

Yes.

Excellency, help me.

Mama.

Cesare, save my family.

You need fresh air.

Has the doctor...

They say we're too far gone.

Where is Lucrezia?

She will be here soon.

Rodrigo?

Goffy, I need you
to fetch someone.

Yes, sir.

I do not wish to impose but
you sit alone, as if lost.

We've had our disagreements, but the
difference in our ages is not great.

And more importantly, I
know the joy and, yes, fear

of a wedding engagement.

I am lost.

At first, I found
Don Gaspare repulsive.

With his head held so high I
thought he might topple backwards.

But now, part of
me is taken by him.

But I'm so ugly, how can Don Gaspare
possibly be proud that I will be his wife?

No. He agreed to marry me
solely for my dowry.

Nonsense. You are a
beauty in the making.

And we women, though we have
no rights or privileges,

can use for high purpose
our virginity

and later, our sexuality.

Oh, Lord, what a thing to say.

Are you shocked because you've
never heard such words,

or do you pretend to be shocked

because you know deep in your
heart that I speak true?

Perhaps we shall be friends.

Papa, food will restore you.

What can we do, Dottore?

I have a way to
nourish His Holiness.

What better cure
than mother's milk?

Castanea, he's on his way
to the Vatican?

Yes. I will go tell your brother.
No.

I will take care
of Castanea myself.

Signor, help me.

There will be a place
for you, by my side

in Heaven.

Grazie.

Grazie.

If I save your family, Excellency,

you must swear that you will use
your influence with the Pope

to lift the ban on witchcraft,
which is not Devil worship,

but natural,
God-given remedies.

Yes, yes, I will speak
to His Holiness.

But if my family dies,
you will die as well.

Juan?

No.

Judas.

We are a planet of Judases.

I've hired a doctor, an expert
in the latest medical methods.

A Jew?

A Jew inside the Vatican?
Borgia, this is a sacrilege.

Whatever can be done must be done.

What in the name of the
risen Christ are you doing?

Curing your family.

Excreta?

From swine.

You're covering my mother in shit?

You ignorant cunt.

My family should be treated with potable
gold, with aqua regia, ambergris,

not the feces of pigs.

If your high-brow cures
work, why send for me?

Excreta pulls the toxin out and
has many other healing powers.

I, myself, bathe weekly in
shit and my skin is flawless.

You will cure them, witch,
or I will feed you to pigs.

There you are, one ducat each for
the use of your son's blood.

No! No!

God have mercy on me.

No, I do not think He will.

Down here, you are as far away from
God's mercy as any man can be.

But you may yet be
blessed by Borgia mercy

if you reveal who else is
involved in this conspiracy.

Please. Let me go.
Let me go, Juan.

Give me a name.

Juan. Juan.
Juan. Juan. Juan.

Juan, let me go.

Give me a name.

Juan. Juan.

Tell me who is involved!

I will. I will.
Come back, I will.

All three boys are dead.

But did the cure work?

Oh, well.

Pay the Jew in full.

Guardian of our souls and
bodies, healer of the sick,

helper of those in their
agony, pray for us.

Saint Michael the Archangel,
guardian of our souls and bodies,

healer of the sick,
helper of those in...

Cesare.

Mama.

Goffredo. The fever
has been broken.

Thanks be to God...

And to you.

You have worked a miracle, Cesare.

Miracles are myths.

This was the magic of science.

Ottaviano? Brother?
Why will Ottaviano not wake?

The second death.

No.

No.

I beg you. No.

You were to cure all three.

I warned you.

Guards, seize the witch.

When you looked into the future, did
you see yourself as the third death?

A curse on you.
Eternal damnation.

Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be
done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Blessed Joseph,
patron of the dying,

I recommend the soul of this
faithful servant, Pope Innocent,

in his agony that
under thy protection,

he may be preserved
from the wiles of the Devil,

and that he may be found worthy
to enter everlasting joy.

Through the same
Christ Our Lord. Amen.

Water?

No, thank you, Eminence.

Drink.

I said no.

No. Stop. Stop. Stop.

The water is poisoned.

Now how would you know that?

Old friend.

Rise, Franceschetto.

Such behavior is unbecoming
for the son of a Pope.

I beg you, Juan, save me.

You must tell your uncle that I
was working in secret with you

to uncover the conspiracy, pretending
to join Mustafa Pasha and Castanea.

Of course. I would be happy
to lie on your behalf.

Especially if the 300,000 ducats you
received from the Turkish ambassador

found its way into the
Borgia bank account.

I will send the money
over at once.

And your father's previous will?

Restored.

May I go?

Mmm.

Franceschetto.

There is one more insignificant item.
Your wife.

Maddalena de Medici.

I will be away from my
home tomorrow evening.

Excellent.

Who knows, Franceschetto,
your father may yet recover

and then you can cut my throat.

I want you there tomorrow
to watch Castanea die.

A terrible crime

has been attempted on the Blessed
Person of our Supreme Pontiff

and a foreign prince,
who is a guest in our city.

A crime made worse,

for the perpetrator
conspired with the heathens

who defile the name
of Christ in the Holy Land.

Let Christoforo Castanea
be damned for an eternity.

And Juan Borgia, praised
by all true believers.

Die, die, die.

Die, die, die.

The fourth death.

Witches.

Heathens.

This sickness is a curse,

which a witch has put on me.

Destroy...

Advocate, where is the will?

Destroy...

No. No, no,
stop, you imbecile.

Eminence?

According to legend, this
lance gave supernatural power

to Constantine the Great,
Justinian, Charlemagne.

The Colonna have placed their
Bravi on the Ponte Adriano

and move towards Ponte Sisto.

We must depart at once or we will
be trapped this side of the Tiber.

Today is the anniversary
of my brother's death.

I am haunted by the thought
of him dying alone, in exile,

whilst I remained in Rome.

How often will you
torture yourself?

If you had left the city, you'd
never have been allowed to return.

I will not leave here now

until I have seen
that the Pope is dead.

I am surrounded by flames.

I am surrounded by flames.

Surrounded by flames.

Innocent VIII of that name, Supreme
Pontiff of the one true church,

the first among men, the height
and summit of the human race

moribundus, mortuus.

Giovanni Battista Cibo,
Giovanni Battista Cibo,

Giovanni Battista Cibo.

The fifth, the final death.

No, not the final one.

The peasants, believing they,
as the children of God,

are the heirs to the wealth
of their Holy Father,

will steal whatever they can.

Since Roman lust for plunder
is never satisfied,

the mob will attack the palaces
of every cardinal in Rome.

Soon they will come here.

As has been true
since the beginning,

the value of a human life is worth
far less than its weight in gold.

We must depart.