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May 1494, Pentecost.

Men are possessed by the Holy Spirit.

You enjoyed that drug.

May I try?

The dagger stabbed my brother, Juan.

And this is the one which slit his
throat.

When the Holy Spirit possesses a man...
We propose a toast to the beauteous

bride and to our new son, Alfonso de
Calabria.

I still cannot tell whether this is
acting.

Does that make the man a mere
possession?

Rejoice, my dear.

This side of sin will erase the pillar
of holiness.

When you steal my baby, you must not
harm him.

Is the man diminished, or is he
elevated?

Cesare Borgia brought Blatchett into
this holy place. He should leave the

sacred college.

Assent 27.

We reluctantly accept Cesare Borgia's
resignation.

The weather saddles you, my love.

I am here to soothe you.

These last several weeks, I have not
been consistent in my affections.

But, Julia, I do love you.

What is he saying?

Extraordinary. The Holy Spirit came to
me like the rush of a violent wind.

Massimo! Massimo! Do you not see his
medal?

That is the Captain General you are
stealing from. The dead Captain General.

You leave soon.

The road to Leon is long.

God came to take our life last night,
but with great mercy spared us, choosing

Domenico Dori in our stead.

The void of the Captain General's death
has already spread throughout Rome. The

Holy Spirit then penetrated our body,
but only for a moment.

He endowed us with the gift of tongues.

Hold on a second.

I bring newly arrived from Spain,
Rodrigo Borja Lanzon.

Yes.

We have summoned your cousin from
Valencia to act as second-in-command of

the Papal Guard.

Like my brother Juan, it is an honor to
serve you, Holy Father.

Pleased to finally meet you, cousin.

And are you... I hear that you are
called El Pequeño. Little Rodrigo, I am

proud to carry your father's name.

Cesare is both your cousin and your new
commander.

Domenico Dori is dead, so you will lead
our papal guard, as you've yearned to do

in the past.

I do not walk in the past, father. I run
towards the future.

As soon as my train is ready, I depart
for France to marry Princess Carlotta.

King Federico does not want you to marry
his daughter, nor from what we are told

does she choose you.

A woman's mind is cleaner than a man's.
She changes it more often.

What will Carlotta say of a suitor who
leaves Rome while aboard your child is

still missing?

Doria failed to find the infant.

Does your departure mean that you do not
care enough to take up this cause?

Holiness, if I may, in the service of
Spain I have unraveled such abductions

that smallest details can shine a light
on the baby's whereabouts. We must

follow the trail with dogged
determination.

And you will, as our Captain General.

We will withhold the Medal of Office
until after you have placed the boy in

our arms.

Start in Carboniano, where Giovanni was
stolen from Adriano de Mila.

Bring El Pequeño to the guards'
garrison.

Then, with a conscience free of guilt, I
will leave for France to claim my bride

and soon the crown of names.

My goal is your goal, a unified Italy.

But I must achieve this my way.

Very well.

Go to Lyon under the guise of a papal
mission.

Remind King Charles of his promise to
wage a crusade against Islam.

A promise he will never fulfill.

Exactly. The more he equivocates, the
more time you have to conquer Carlotta.

And what if... Shh.

Listen.

Was that the fluttering of a wing?

We must go pray.

Miguel de Corella requests a meeting.

I will not drink from the same
shit-covered well, Agapito.

He claims to have information regarding
your sister's son.

He knows what happened to the baby.

Alfonso? Where are you going?

To hunt.

You would rather chase wild deer than
cuddle with your wife?

My love, familiarity kills romance.

I will always leave you wanting more.

What brings you to the Apostolic Palace,
Mama?

I have been granted permission by the
Pope to travel to Capodimonte.

Your brother lies near death.

How so?

Last report from the doctor told of
Angelo's improvement.

Yes, well... Now there is no hope.

Alessandro, after his passing, you will
be the head of our house.

Julia would argue otherwise.

Your sister has slowed our family's
decline.

Only you, my son, can cement our future.

My sole desire is to return to the good
grace of Cesare Borgia and speak

your message through me.

I was hired by Vannozza Catanei to steal
the baby Giovanni Borgia from the home

of Adriana D'Amiro.

The child is safe. In a farmhouse 30
weeks outside Rome.

Will you tell Cesare that I... Tell him
yourself.

Forgive me for deserting you.

There,

all is forgiven.

Now we will rescue the infant.

Take us to this farm.

A word, Herr Burckhardt?

You ought to release the papal scribes
from service.

But no.

The church relies upon this office,
replicating important documents, issuing

papal bulls. The future is not in
quills, but in typeface.

You may set it down right here. Yes. A
printing press?

Why?

Because her burqa printing will save the
church money.

Or be its downfall.

Judy.

for half an hour waiting for someone to
discover me dead.

Then you came in.

Why pretend?

Last night you almost died for real.

I came to ask if you had seen
Alessandro.

When is the last time you came to see
me?

You were once my chosen friend.

I still am.

No.

You are my brother's whore.

Borgia nearly died in last night's
stone.

Pity. Pity that he almost died or that
he lived.

Verbum incarnatum.

The holiness, Pope Alexander VI of that
name, called to order a meeting of the

consistory.

Primum Ordinem, a report from Cardinal
Farnese, papal treasurer.

Holiness, I reviewed the treasury
ledgers.

Debt grows while assets decline.

The church must secure new means of
income. I began this process by

dismissing the papal scribes and
installing a printing press under the

supervision of renowned artisan August
Minucius of Venice.

We are but a few years from the birth of
a new century, and the church must keep

in step. We will do so with the printed
word.

A holy Bible, made here in the Apostolic
Palace.

The printed word is not to be trusted.

Mythprints are too rampant. No,
mythprints can be corrected.

And besides, many a nearsighted monk has
made mistakes copying.

Only priests can interpret the word of
God.

Yet with this machine, even the lowest
peasant now has a Bible in his hut.

Holiness.

Holiness.

My faith lies with the pen.

Not with the press.

Our faith.

Faith.

Lies with Cardinal Sfarnesi to correct
our fiscal misfortune.

Then let his eminence prove the
machine's worth.

In one month, scribes produced one
Bible. I will bind ten in two days.

Dein de ordinem, Cardinal Riario
Sansoni, the Commission on Reform.

Holy Father, the commission has
completed our report.

We are excited to hear which pastry you
have selected for papal banquets.

The commission wishes to enact reform
incrementally so as not to climb a steep

hill too quickly. A sagacious
assessment.

Primus, a six-month extension will be
granted for continued study.

and debate.

Go on, Eminence.

Secundus.

Appointments to the Sacred College of
Cardinals will require majority rule.

Tertius.

The Sacred College will vote to elect a
vice-chancellor. Enough!

We alone are the majority.

We alone choose the vice-chancellor!

The Holy Spirit spays through us.

No morsel body can...

Holy Father!

Holy Father!

The church needs no reform.

As long as I possess the spirit of God.

Did you see how he convulsed and how he
slurs his words?

The bull grows weak, only his circle
remains strong.

The cockroach, Cassette, and the
bastard, Cesare. So, to counter, we must

enlarge our circle.

My new secretary.

Francesco Alidose, Bishop of Mileto. You
do find the prettiest secretaries,

Julian.

With Borgia's current shift in spirit,
we must channel his anger towards his

most devoted ally, Cassette.

I am close to acquiring a piece of
parchment that will crush Borgia's bug

once and for all. As Camerlingo, you
must seek out the grieved voices working

in the vets and those who can
corroborate allegations against

Cassette. And what would you have me do?
If you can, remain silent and on the key

vive.

Your aunt Adriana has gone on a
pilgrimage to the Holy Land.

She should return in three months. I
need your account of the Borgia child's

capture.

What do you recall of the thief? He
spoke few words.

His voice was deep and coarse.

I do not think he had bathed for quite
some time.

I will not find him by his smell, wench.

Describe his appearance.

He wore a large slumping hat with a
crude mask covering only the top half of

his face.

Let us take advantage of the new papal
printing press and issue broadsides with

a drawing of the men.

Place the broadsides in markets and
taverns, and we shall offer a reward

upon the criminal arrest.

Is that the farmer who has baby
Giovanni? Yes.

Fire a warning shot.

Gather a board you I come in peace The
child is not here

they took him yesterday who your mother
and your sister

You place daggers, not flowers, at your
brother's tomb?

It's time to leave tombs behind.

I have some troubling news.

There's been a robbery in the papal
archives.

First, a consistory tries to bound our
authority.

And now, a conspiracy looms against us.
What was taken?

Cesare's birth certificate.

Declaring him the son of Domenico
Giannotti Daniano.

Forged. By us.

Yes.

We see all too clearly.

Enemies left and right, striving to end
our rule.

We will sit idly by no more. Holiness, I
will discover who stole the birth

certificate.

Dump the body in the Tiber.

Alessandro, here you are.

My brother cardinals have applied much
pressure on me to prove the worth of

this press.

I must save Minucius if we were ever to
finish publishing our first Bible.

I understand that the red hat you wear
requires much of you, but so does your

family. My mother is with Angela.

I worry about your sister.

Julia drinks poison out of vials.

Her eyes are glazed, her mouth agape.
Julia fakes illness to attract attention

as she did when we were children.

No, I believe the danger is real. Fine.

I will meet with her. When? When I can.

Tomorrow.

Now, back to work.

You were hiding Giovanni.

Do not deny that you had the child
stolen from Carbignano and hid him in a

farmhouse.

The Pope has the entire papal guard in
pursuit of the Infante Romano.

Soon they will find him and you will be
exposed.

I could not allow that Harrod and
Adriana to raise Lucrezia's baby.

And you do not seek my counsel. Oh, you
were in Florence and then consumed with

traveling to Lyon. But I am here now.

Cesare, he's your nephew.

He must remain safe.

Do not confuse my past actions with my
present self.

The boy who left his son to die is gone.

I would never put Lucrezia's son in
jeopardy.

If the child is found, he will be sent
back into the clutches of Adriana de

Mila. We will solve that problem after
the Pope knows the baby is safe.

Now, where is Giovanni, Mama?

I hear that Cardinal Riario Sansoni
possesses an ancient Roman sculpture

called the Sleeping Cupid.

Little does he know that I have the God
of Love resting right before me.

And he must fly into the night.

Dear brother.

You have grown into a stalwart young
man, and I hear that you have a son of

your own. I've come to end this farce
before bad sours the worse.

We must move swiftly.

We work in opposition to another Borgia.

El Pequeño has much to gain for finding
the infant, and so he will.

What will you have me do?

Return the child to the farmhouse.

Tomorrow I will have our cousin rescue
your son, ending his pursuit.

I will not be separated from Giovanni
again.

We have no other choice.

His discovery will give us time to
construct a lasting solution.

Who will shoulder the blame for
Giovanni's abduction?

Di Chiarella.

He has been dragged to Terra Nueva by
your cousin.

Al Pacino is annoyingly diligent.

And now we will learn if Decorello is
true to his word.

In either case, trust in me.

The baby belongs in your embrace,
comforted by the sound of your heart.

I sit and I sit. Where is my brother? He
asked for this rendezvous.

Alessandro will arrive any moment.

He is very strained by his new position.

Alessandro did not want to be papal
treasurer, and now he struts around like

a shazade.

He's a selfish monello.

Your brother has been by your side
countless times, Julia.

Did he not come to your rescue when you
were attacked at St. Peter's?

And yet I was still scarred.

I will fetch him.

Tell me why I am here or I will leave.

We both think it best if Alessandro were
present before we... Get out of my way!

I will.

First,

What about Vicentino?

The island of Capodimonte?

What does that have to do with anything?

Do you remember when you were five or
six?

My mother used to go there for retreats.
And she would bring Alessandro, Angelo,

Girolamo and me.

Yes. And one time, you ran off.

I was so bored.

I escaped the young nun's watch, and I
climbed up into a giant cypress tree.

I perched in those branches for hours,
too scared to come down by myself.

Like a wild animal, you bit and
scratched any hand that came to your

rescue, except Alessandro.

He climbed the cypress so fast.

and reached for you.

He gently took you into his arms and
brought you back to safe ground.

The only one I would let to, so...

How did you know that, Victoria?

It is among your brother's fondest
memories.

Alessandra and I are long past our
childhood days.

Tell her!

We are worried about your good health.

Better to worry about his oldenness,
dear portrait cousin.

He is a poor helmsman.

He waits for the wind to blow his sails.

The Corella matches the description of
the villain.

Has he revealed Giovanni's location?

The blackguard will must speak a word.

I need a moment alone with him.

Was this man not at one time under your
employ?

My brother Juan.

Very well.

Go to him.

Afterward, we can begin the
interrogation. I have learned much from

the Inquisition.

They let you keep your mouth?

They did not like what they saw.

You will be hung for Giovanni's
abduction.

An act of which, in fact, you are
guilty.

Will you indict my mother and sister as
the noose has slipped around your neck?

I acted alone to gain a ransom for the
child.

Ah, well, how can I believe in a man who
set aside his oath of loyalty and ran

when I needed him most?

Why would I have come back if I did not
truly intend to renew my oath?

I pledge to you a chaser of a poacher,
my copper of blood, an eternal soul.

You once said to me, loyalty is a prize
paid not to the highest bidder, but the

better man.

Well, I will remain the better man,
Michelotto.

You will live in my service, or you will
die in the trying.

Smile.

You're about to be a hero.

El Pequeño.

Release him.

Release the guilty men.

I'm sorry, cousin. Don Miguel de Corella
has been working for me in secret to

uncover whether a much larger plot
exists against the Pope.

De Corella was ordered to steal the
infant.

He went along in order to discover the
full truth.

But the Pope... Knows nothing of this
mission.

Why did the conspirators want to steal
the infant?

What better way to force the Pope to
bend to their will?

Who then conceived this treachery?

Your predecessor, the late Captain
General Domenico Dorian.

We are here, Holy Spirit.

Come to us.

Tell us whom we can trust.

Holy Spirit, come to us.

Tell us, tell us whom we can trust, Holy
Spirit.

Come.

We are waiting.

If we fail to achieve unparalleled work
today, Minutius, there'll be no second

chance.

Julia. Indeed.

No. No! No!

Half a day's work class.

Come, we must go to your sister. Not at
this moment!

Julia is a slave to potent drug.

You alone can free her. Be the man your
family needs.

All my life, I've been pestered to be
that man.

My mother, my sister.

You, Borgia, have pestered me like ticks
on a dog's skin.

Look around, Lanzar.

I am being the man.

Right here.

Right now.

And you want me to rush to Julia's side
because she whines for attention.

If I fail here tonight, I will once
again be Frenyeze. That cannot happen.

Today, I make history.

History will wait, Alessandro.

Yes, it will.

I was uncertain that you would accept my
invitation.

You piqued my curiosity, Eminence.

There is much to be curious about.

Like how a mere secretary can control
the throne of St. Peter.

Pope Alexander remains the vicar of
Christ. I only serve his holiness.

Yet my cousin Giuliano conspires against
you.

Who's done so before and failed.

Giuliano is a perfectionist. His
maneuvers only improve.

He even has access to the papal
archives, a certain forged birth

certificate, and you can no longer rely
on your well-addled friend, Rodrigo.

Nor, I assume, you on Della Rovere.

Why else would I be here?

Giuliano is a cardinal, yet he puts his
pride ahead of the church.

I have no interest in the feud between
the Della Rovere and the Borgia. All I

truly desire is reform.

Have the Pope appoint me as
vice-chancellor, and I will put an end

to my cousin's current conspiracy
against you.

You have till tomorrow evening.

I kept the baby's whereabouts hidden in
hope of discovering whether the plot

against the Holy Father spread beyond
Domenico Doria.

I suppose the Captain General's demise
has left the trail cold.

I now believe Doria was working alone.

Still, I charge you, El Pequeño, to
protect Pope Alexander in my absence.

I swear to guard his life as if he were
my own father.

Good. You will take credit for the
return of Giovanni Borgia.

I could never.

You have worked too long to uncover this
crime.

Your acclaim will serve as warning to
rebellious cardinals.

The new captain general is not to be
tested.

Thank you, senora.

Almost died in this very spot.

God will decide when we die.

Till that day comes, the Holy Spirit
says we must have vitriol.

Wait.

Now remember, I have something.

Rodrigo, you do not look well.

I am afraid.

The more we consume, the more we adjust
to its strength.

So many antivirals.

Worry not.

Prosnosimos is prolific.

I am going to Capodimonte.

What?

My brother Angelo, he wrote me, he
begged me to go.

And... And I want to see his eyes alive
one final time. You would leave us?

When we need you the most, I cannot
allow it. Why?

Because only your loss is free, Supreme.

I love my brother just as much as you
love one.

I

did

not mean it.

Julia.

Julia? Julia!

I know you're somewhere near.

Open to me!

Shut up, you bitch!

I am thirsty!

I need vitriolo!

One hour to go.

And we will reclaim the lost time.

How do you like it, Herr Burckhardt?

There's dirt everywhere. Sometimes one
must get dirty to accomplish great

things.

A young Hebrew man asks for you.

A Jew asks for me?

A mistake.

He requests... your presence in the
Juliarum Vargum, something to do with

your sister.

He found her amongst the Greeks, and he
keeps saying, which is Hebrew for sick

or dead.

I cannot remember.

Come

quickly.

She is here.

Julia?

Julia.

Vitriola, be cursed. You will never
drink that foul substance again.

Julia.

Julia, stop her.

Help me.

There.

Bring her down.

Water and a damp cloth. Now.

Hold her.

Soon I'll fit.

I will carry you.

Look at him.

So we will meet here to elect a new
pontiff.

An Italian pontiff.

Juan Borja Alonso, you are here after
Archbishop

of Valencia.

And I'm going to purchase this feeling,
this spirit of sanctity.

Holiness, I have recovered the lost son,
Giovanni Borgia.

Who was responsible for this

villain?

Domenico Doria.

Then God has already punished him.

You have proven worthy of your new
position, Captain General.

Tomorrow, we will invest you with the
sacred medal of office.

Your praise is enough, Holiness.

And your kind words must be shared with
Cesare, who did much.

What I have done, I did purely out of
love.

As you love me, Father.

The love for my blood, for my flesh, for
my

son, Giovanni Borgia.

When his mother died in childbirth, the
Holy Father claimed him in my absence as

his own.

An act of selflessness.

But now the truth must come to light.

I am Giovanni's true father.

And yet tomorrow I begin my journey to
Lyon.

I wish for my boy to remain in Rome.

Under the care of my loving sister.

So be it.

You smell dreadful. I was hunting in the
deepest woods, tracking the keyest

creatures known to man.

Eating only what nature provided.

Now, I hunger for you, Lucrezia.

Who the fuck is that?

Have you found Lucrezia?

Julia? She has left, holiness.

I hate her.

I hate her.

I do not need her.

I need only... I need only the Holy
Spirit.

I must go. I must find...

Shall we stop him,

brother?

I have not seen him like this before.

Tell me.

According to my innkeeper, he came
cloaked in a black hood with a mountain

of dockets and took three women into the
back chamber, claiming he was the spirit

of God.

Then there were loud screams.

They came at me.

I had no choice.

The spirit is gone, Francesca.

Be not afraid, little one.

I know we are strangers now, but one day
I hope to earn a place in your

heart.

I hold great plans for you, my son, but
at this moment I do you more good from

afar.

You must grow up to be your own man, to
live in no one's shadow, so that you may

surpass all of us.

Whatever comes, you always have your
father's love.

Return him to Fionetta.

I have one final visit to make.

I have one last document for you to
sign.

You are now welcome.

The evidence to indict you.

I knew you would be here.

I could not sleep last night.

I could not stop thinking about you.

What you have done for me.

Who you are to me.

You do not have to go.

I am naked without land or title.

And that is when I want you most.

Our family's survival depends on my
success in Leo, or we will perish when

our father's no longer pope.

There are too many enemies.

We must make new and powerful allies.

You're a good man, Chesire.

You told me to bring this as soon as it
was finished.

From the blacksmith, Whittaker.

My new servant's cabin.

The goddess of peace.

Created in your image.

I will come back for you one day.