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August 1494, the Peace of the
Transfiguration.

Jesus was transformed.

I have spoken to Carlotta at length. She
is determined to marry Guy.

I cannot force the girl to do otherwise.

Please, promise me, while I live, you
will never marry.

Do you not see, Rodrigo?

I love you. Can we be transformed as
well?

I'm the master of my head.

My heart and my dick. No man holds the
power to judge me. All the men in my

life leave one after another.

Will the transformation last forever?

This changes nothing between us.

We present the next governor of Spoleto,
Lucrezia

Borgia.

Think of nothing, my lord.

Nothing is good.

Yes, my lord.

Your

eyes

are still narrow, my lord.

Eat your pastry.

It is from the king's own kitchen.

And how is your mood?

No better, no worse.

And this view does not help?

Like all so many places to be buried.

Do you want to stop at an inn?

Find a fight?

I have given the King of France all for
which he has asked.

The time has come for him, in all his
majesty, to do the same for me.

by liege painting can be frustrating

i must wait for this layer to dry before
i apply the next but with patience oh

i can create a time-honored masterpiece
We had an agreement which you violated.

We had an understanding that I would do
all I could in regard to your marriage.

The point is, I secured your annulment
on the condition of a reward, which I

did not receive.

You are Duke of Valentinois.

And what am I to do with that?

Sit around playing judo ball and
drinking bozo?

You wish instead to be a king.

After my brother's death, the Pope let
his authority go lax. The governors of

the Papal States took the advantage.

Now the Holy Father is restored in
vigor. But these miscreants still defy

him. I will reign them in.

How? With the threat of you.

Ah. But threats fade if not backed by
action. I will lead an army across

Romania, reclaiming all pontifical
rights and obedience.

Your bravi are tough, but an army they
are not.

I will march into Milan and capture the
Ducal throne for you. And so you shall,

General Borshka.

I like your face clean shaven.

I took to the razor to avoid paying
Farnese's tax on beards.

Such good fortune and bad fortune that I
am off to Spoleto just as you return to

Rome. I will wander the papal archives
with a heavy heart, and you will be far

too occupied to think of me.

Yes, I will be busy.

As governor, I must manage civic
affairs.

I must create laws.

Serve as judge.

How will I handle all of those
responsibilities?

Better than your imbecile husband.

He was angry when the Pope appointed me
instead of him.

Do you know what the collaboration is
all about?

If I did, I would instantly forget.

Alfonso, a single question rolls around
and around in my head.

Am I ready?

You are a Borgia.

To rule comes naturally.

What if I choose to rule not like a
Borgia?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been a week since my last
confession.

I confess to the sins of lying, of
concealment, of betrayal.

And as punishment, I ask Holy Father to
be sent back to Spain.

We cannot permit such a request.

I came to Rome to serve God.

And what is it we are doing?

Learning secrets.

I know too many.

About whom?

About my fellow cardinals, my family,
you.

Secrets are taking over me.

We need you here.

You know how many enemies we have in the
consistory.

Uncle, I'm scared.

With each new secret I learn, I have to
make room in my soul by banishing a

piece of myself.

If my soul is ravaged by whispers, who's
to say that I will not become your enemy

as well?

That was not a threat. It is a plea.

Go to Valencia.

Perform your duties as archbishop.

Be a paragon of virtue for the poor of
your name.

There are certain your parishioners will
never learn that two years ago you

contracted the French disease by
sleeping with a Jewish whore.

Kolata, may I show you something?

You, you do this.

Try this instead.

Yes, I see Thank you each other

This

ledger contains all Dean's expenses and
this one the income

I Never once thought of

how to run a tavern Like I'll own an
entire city.

I could come with you to Spoleto.

Help you acclimate yourself.

The chairs are in France and you
departing. I feel I have little purpose

here in Rome.

What of your vineyards?

Your husband?

They will manage.

Please. I can advise you.

Mama, no.

I need to make my own way, as you have
done.

Buy some art.

That always fills your soul.

Gofredo meanders around Rome, cursing
his wretched wife.

He too needs purpose.

Come to say farewell?

No. I come to offer you a position in
Spoleto.

I know nothing.

You are my brother.

This will be the farthest I have ever
been from Rome.

If you are there, the distance will not
seem so far.

I'm hoping your sister seemed once again
to be in sublime harmony.

But I heard she was being squired by
Fabrizio Colonna.

Yet Fabrizio issues bans of marriage to
Agnese de Montefeltro.

Feast of Transfiguration seems to have
brought out a larger crowd than usual.

Well, at least the streets are filled
with Romans and pilgrims and not the

French. How soon until those
fleur-de-lis bastards invade our city?

Ask me about finances, church dogma. I'm
ready to answer.

Political strategies are outside my ken.

Do not act naive, boy. We are on the
brink of an apocalypse.

Naples, Milan, Florence, all the Holy
League fear another invasion. Pope

Alexander has, with diplomatic prowess,
manipulated France before. That is

Charles, who is dead.

Louis is a much more troubling foe. And
a good friend to Cesare.

So our pontiff has said, I have seen
little evidence of that.

And we will go to our summer estate in
Corsignano.

You love the hot springs at Palazzo
Vescovilla.

Yes. And I will bring my mother.

Your mother.

Holiness, the princess has come for your
blessing.

Both a princess and a governor.

And our darling girl.

Are you ready to represent us in
Spoleto?

In truth, I am both excited, both
challenged and anxious.

To guarantee your success, we have
elevated a new bishop.

Do I not have the Pope's full trust? Of
course.

But a wise leader surrounds himself,
herself, with good and decent allies.

The papal legate we have chosen is most
worthy.

First, as a poet.

Second, as a defender of Venice from the
Muslims.

Pietro Bembo?

Oh, Papa.

Thank you.

I will not hurt you.

You bit me.

You scared me.

I do not mean to scare you.

I mean to understand you.

For months you treat me with
indifference, disdain.

Then you kiss me.

Then you say our kiss changes nothing.

Then you smile at me with loving eyes.

You want me.

No, I... You want me.

Madonna, it's so good to see you again.

I disturb you.

Um, no, no, no. Come in.

Ah, Michelangelo.

Jacopo Galli has provided you with a
lovely work environment.

Ah, yes, too lovely. I can barely
concentrate.

I miss my dungeon.

Oh, I have been out my vineyard and...

I thought you might like some more.

How perfect.

The sculpture which Cardinal Riario
Sansoni has commissioned is of Bacchus.

God of wine.

Lord knows I need the inspiration.

May I see?

I come to discuss a commission of my
own.

He is very rough, I know. Just the
initial outline of the shapes.

Not my best work.

Go ahead.

How does that feel?

Smooth. Cold, but yet also warm.

You feel the cold because you touch the
stone, but you feel warmth because there

is life inside.

All my life I have been fearless.

I have had to be.

This morning I awoken.

I am afraid.

I fear that I'm losing myself.

lose your way.

Then start again.

My apologies for being late.

You missed dinner, Xander.

Come,

sit.

Let us get you something to eat.

You arrive, brother, as I go.

Because that Catalan summons you, like
you're a servant, I go because I love

him. Love.

If Borgia knew how to love, then he
would allow you to marry.

Because he loves me, he does not.

He loved the mother of Isabella Matuzzi.
But now, does anyone even remember the

poor woman's name?

Rodrigo is a holy hypocrite.

And my great-uncle Bonifacio is poor.

Bonifacio, you may as well go back to
the seventh day of creation.

As a priest, Rodrigo Borgia enjoys the
status of a celibate while never being

denied the pleasures of a lover.

As a woman, you have no status.

Unless you're married.

You must marry.

He refuses to find me a husband.

What can I do?

Then find one yourself.

Come at me, full force.

Attack, you fiat!

Attack!

Ask the king if I may dine with him
tonight, alone.

He will want to know the purpose.

Tell Louis that I wish to engage in a
discussion of art.

Well, have you looked very closely at
the Bordichon miniature?

Yes.

He is a master, no question.

But he's no Fouquet?

Fouquet is en route from Paris as we
speak.

A magnificent specimen.

Wait. I am eager to show you.

And what of the Italians?

My collection lacks the newer artists.

I have heard that this Florentine
Buonarroti can also paint.

Though I have only seen his sculptures.

When an artist excels in one form, he
rarely equals that achievement in the

other. If he is any good, perhaps he
could paint Carlotta's wedding portrait.

The portrait for her wedding to Guido
Laval?

No.

To me.

Carlotta kissed my lips.

So you initiated the kiss.

Well, that does not mean... It means
that my dreams are not lost.

But you must renew your pledge to bring
Carlotta and me to the altar.

She needs only a gentle push from you
and Queen Anne.

As always, Tedere, I wish you to be
happy. Do not worry.

I will not let matters of the heart
affect the strategy of war.

I am not completely convinced that our
scheme to conquer Milan is the most

sound.

Perhaps you should return to Rome and
pave the way for our entry from there.

I can do nothing from Rome.

You have seen...

how my techniques improved the skills of
your army.

You have said yourself that I'm a
military genius. I wish to always be

honest with you, as I hope you are with
me.

But some of my court believe that your
ambition makes you unqualified to

command my army. This is Briconet.

Can you not see that he only serves his
own ambition?

No. He has France's best interests.
France's best interests and Italy's are

the same.

Cesare, I rely on Briconet.

How was the meal? You served me peasant
food.

You were insulted.

I will do it.

His Highness said the sausage was a
delicacy called andouillette, made from

the intestines and chitterlings of a
pig. The meat smelled of mad.

These French, to satisfy their mouths,
will torture their noses.

The strongest stench is bric-a-nay.

I must persuade his eminence to support
me.

Or eliminate him.

By poison?

No. You were right to say that murder is
too obvious.

What I need to poison is the Cardinal's
confidence.

A letter has arrived.

From Lucretia?

From Dufredo.

And all of a sudden...

The clothes which Jesus wore turned
white, a white no man had ever seen,

a white so bright that the three
apostles were blinded.

And then, overhead, a beam of brilliant
light burst through a

cloud, and a voice said, This is my
beloved Son.

People of Spoleto.

My friends.

Silence!

Thank you.

Thank you for such a welcome.

Thank you on behalf of my brother.

As governor, I am happy to be in
Spoleto.

And we'll do good things.

We will do great things.

Together.

And now the benediction.

No doubt you come to pray

for the king to allow me to lead his
troops.

Though my prayers are concerned with
matters more spiritual, I wish you

success in that endeavor.

Hmm.

Is it not a special sin to lie in the
house of the Lord?

Not as great a sin as murder.

The faith that befell my son at your
hands.

You have another son.

Perhaps he too will die before you.

You are not in an alley in the city of
Vipers, Rome. You are in France, a

civilized country where men do not stab
other men and then stroll off.

You speak true, Brigger.

I need to be more clever covering the
tracks with my boots.

I suppose your Guillaume could die from
a fall off an agitated horse.

Or a ravine.

Or perhaps he will not die at all.

Perhaps he will be injured.

Thought he was already injured.

Crying for his papa.

Yet one of these, my sons.

Borgia.

Cesare, I beg you, do not harm my
Guillaume.

He has a brilliant mind and will
contribute much to the church.

Do not worry.

You can still serve the church with a
limp.

What must I do to save my son?

I think you know.

I have not the power to persuade the
king to give you his army.

Then I have not the power to keep your
son's toes intact.

Wait. I will try. You will succeed.

has metamorphosed, and therefore you
will command our legions.

A miracle.

A man-made miracle.

Those three thieves you hung yesterday
proved to have a life beyond the

gallows.

Come.

Let us review your stratagem for
attacking Milan.

First love, then war.

I must tell Kolotha.

A marriage to Catalotta can never take
place, even if she's wavering.

Borgia must never rule Naples.

You see, I should like to see each other
happy.

But still, friendship must not cloud the
sky.

But, cousin, I do love Anna Maria.

I know you have affections for Lucrezia
Borgia. I... Do not insult me with

denial.

I will tell my cousin, your wife, and
Duke Ercole, your father, unless you

tell me what you know.

What I know?

What you have overheard going in and out
of the papal office in your role as

archivist regarding Milan.

The Pope called Duke Ludovico scum.

Portia called my brother scum.

Ludovico has always been a cherished
ally to my father.

The Pope desires to rid Milan of used
forza with the use of French troops.

13,000.

And I fear my Ferrara will fall next.

The kings of Europe will have something
to say about that.

Rarely do Spain, Portugal, and the
Germans seek an audience together.

Usually you come one by one to complain
about each other.

Well, sometimes, holiness, our
complaints are congruent.

Holy one, we come to convey a unified
message.

Our master's objections to your alliance
with France cannot continue to be

ignored, if necessary.

The long, dormant question of your
legitimacy could be brought before

account. We were elected unanimously by
the College of Cardinals who were

inspired by the Holy Spirit, which is
more than your monarchs can say, two of

whom usurped their thrones.

Christ gave our predecessor, Peter,
absolute authority over the world.

Do Maximilian, Ferdinand, and Joao
believe they are exempt?

Guards, arrest this serpent!

Bind his wrists and hang him by the feet
from the Ponte Adriano.

Let the harrow's head rest just below
the water.

Leave him there for fish to feed upon.

Imprison the other two for one week
without food and water.

Then send them home to deliver this
message.

We are the rock of Christ, the father of
kings.

God speaks with our voice.

Lock all three in the papal suite and
the castle of St. Angelo. Do nothing

else until you hear from me.

You must calm yourself, Holy Father.

That?

An outburst staged to show strength when
outnumbered. The rulers of Europe do not

want Italy unified. We do.

But with France on our side, the fruit
of that tree comes closer into reach.

Louis will supply Cesare with men,
cannons.

But we must do our part to confound the
other kings.

The three of you will act as our
emissary. Go to each ambassador

individually and claim that you begged
us for his release.

Then, say to Spain that our momentary
anger does not diminish our abounding

love for Ferdinand and Isabella.

And to demonstrate that love, the Pope
grants all of Cesare's former Spanish

beneficium to King Ferdinand to dole out
to whomever he chooses.

All? All, except Valencia.

Tell the envoy of Portugal... His
Holiness is willing to bestow upon your

king exclusive rights to any new lands
discovered around the coast of Africa.

We have learned that Joao is sending an
explorer named Agama to circumnavigate

the African continent.

As for the imperial ambassador, inform
him... Pope Alexander will fully support

Maximilian's policies against...

England.

Kings are like children.

To stop their sobbing, you must wave a
shiny new toy.

Go, with Godspeed.

And who will deal with the Italians?

We must not be found out.

I think that we should be found out.

You can't marry me.

He is less than the man you imagined him
to be.

Yes.

You are better than the man I assumed
you to be.

Marry me.

trust your heart.

I want to.

I do.

Yes.

And we were today.

We wed today.

Meet me at the chapel at the hour of
no-night. I will.

I will.

I will.

I got to make all the arrangements.

Hi, niece.

Hi, Minens.

Did you hear?

Your soul is in turmoil.

I offer spiritual counsel.

When in doubt, listen to those who love
you.

Queen Anne, Louis, your own father.

God, none wish you to wed Cesare Borgia.

This room is so dark.

These drapes so ugly.

And this is your office.

If I'm to spend my days in these
chambers, I must make changes.

A woman will always discuss drapes
instead of war.

War? I was not aware that Spoleto is at
war.

We are not, Highness.

Then why?

Consular Cortez refers to the
neighboring town of Terni. Some minor

thing. or not so minor.

General, is war a possibility?

War is possible anywhere at any time.

Yes, but is war a probability?

Spoleto and Terni are separated by these
mountains in which a vein of iron ore

runs. We Spoletans have mined that vein
for over a century.

Terni, wishes to claim our spoils.

Their finances dwindle, the result of
free, poor harvests. For them, their

situation grows increasingly urgent.
Therefore, they regard the Iron Man with

a more aggressive eye.

The ore is a precious resource, and a
lucrative one.

So we may go to war over profit?

Not officially, no. That will be an
incident, insignificant, a pretext,

which will set the war into motion.

Ascanio, our past differences must not
divide us in our common goal to keep

France in France.

Our ability to do so depends not on
reality, but on what Louis believes our

allegiance to be.

Whilst you fiddle like Nero, my brother
Ludovico readies his army. All the

armies from Milan to Naples are no match
for French might.

We cannot fight force with force, but we
can with cunning.

This begins by turning our enemy into an
ally.

Ludovico attempted such a gamble and was
betrayed by King Charles.

Cesare informs us that Louis possesses
none of the Anjou pride.

Still, should he invade Milan, we will
impose an interdict upon France, cutting

them off from the holy sacraments, from
salvation.

You must issue the interdict before
Louis invades.

Good idea.

Meanwhile, go to Milan.

Reassure your brother that Sforza have
our absolute, unshakable loyalty.

The bread's here. Good Lord, coffee.

I see that the forests of Spoleto are
plentiful.

Yes.

I will enjoy living here.

And I will grow fat living here.

Yeah.

To kill a wild boar with a crossbow
takes nearly impossible marksmanship.

My brother may not be good at politics
or marriage, but he can shoot an arrow

better than Gaia Motel.

Gaia Motel?

Yes. I wish this year to institute an
archery competition.

We already have an archery competition.
In which we will invite the archers of

Terni to participate.

Invite Terni to our carnival.

A peaceful competition where men can
spend their aggressions without causing

harm.

An invitation must be sent to the
governor of Terni.

Who is he?

Bishop Giovanni di Fonsalida.

Excellent. He once worked in the
cancelleria for my father.

He will accept our invitation.

And what if we lose this competition to
those Terni doctors?

We cannot lose.

My brother excels at both crossbow and
hench hut. The Ehrlich family would not-

The Ehrlich family is no longer in
power.

I am.

She is not here.

Carlotta d'Aragona is now married to
Duke Guy de Laval. I performed the

ceremony a half hour ago.

You lie.

I will search this castle.

Carlotta loves me. She is gone.

To Bretagne.

Your desire to are with me overcomes
your desire to see your son live another

year.

My son is also gone.

In two months or 20 years, when you are
senile and have forgotten this moment,

your son will suffer.

La Bella, what is that in your hand?

A letter.

From whom?

Will you now insist on reading my
private correspondence?

No.

We came to tell you we must postpone our
trip to Corsignano.

Of course.

We will see you tonight, at dinner.

No, I will spend the time with my
family.

My mother is still grieving.

Cesare!

Cesare!

There is someone I would like you to
meet.

Cesare Borgia, Duke of Valantois,
Georges d'Amboise, Bishop of Rouen.

An honor, Your Grace.

A pleasure, Your Excellency.

Georges joins the King's Council.

Louis and I are childhood friends. He
needs wise men. The French court is a

warren where the rabbits are eaten by
snakes.

Tejero always speaks his mind. And you
do not, Giuliano.

I must tell you, I have longed to meet
the man who willingly surrendered his

Cardinal's Beretta, whereas I wish
fervently to wear one.

And with a Borgia on the papal throne,
your wish may soon be fulfilled.

Ha ha ha ha!

And we ask you, Terni brethren, to join
with us so that we may inspire great

accomplishments in one another.

In the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord,
and Alexander, our Pope.

Let the games begin.

The Terni captain is quite fine.

What is his name?

Donis Grimani.

From a very noble ancient Ternian
family.

Is he married?

Who is that and what is she doing?

Mother Sedonia.

She performs an ancient incantation. The
people of Terni are, in spite of my

preaching... Dead fartly and foolishly
superstitious.

Cesare, Cesare, the fouquet has arrived.

C'est magnifique, n'est-ce pas?
Beautiful.

I bring good news. Pope Alexander has
granted Georges d'Amboise the title

Cardinal of Rouen. Bravo.

Oh, I cannot wait to see George's face.

And so your decline begins, Eminence.

You are no longer the only high-ranking
French cleric at court.

D'Amboise will ask to see the accounts
of royal expenditure.

I pray for your sake.

The tallies are in order.

How did you know Briconet had stolen?

Everyone steals.

was breaking out and not know how much
until now.

The arrival of Bishop d'Amboise is most
fortunate.

Fate is my mistress.

But how is it possible for you to have
received the news from Rome so quickly?

Oh, I have not received it yet.

But my father loves me.

Virginio Orsini?

He invited me to his birthday
celebration.

You promised us you will never marry
while we live.

You live a mile, Rodrigo, from birthday
to wedding.

Still, I made no such promise.

In this very room. That night, when you
made me out a whore.

And now am I a liar?

You asked that I promise.

I did not agree. I simply said that I
love you.

But... But your arrogance assumes that
every request should go unquestioned.

Have I no agency in my own future?

Would you have me dry up alone,

despised by your enemies?

No, Bella.

You will be taken care of.

I will show you.

The game becomes almost unfair.

Julia, what?

The game is as fair as you are.

We'll finish playing when I marry
Virginia Orsini.

What?

Julia!

Thank you.

Governor,

come at once! Your brother has been
hurt!