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September 1494.

The peace of the seven sorrows. The
sorrow of solitude.

I am barren.

That is why Papa pushed me aside.

The sorrow of grief.

Angela's soul has gone to heaven.

You and I are going to have another
child.

The sorrow of deceit. My husband does
not want me to lose it.

The sorrow of remorse.

Forgiveness is a gift which God has
given us.

If a man is truly sorry and you cannot
embrace him, then you have sinned. The

sorrow of betrayal.

None of the papal states paid the
denarius sancti patria in almost a year.

The sorrow of conflict.

General Borgia, I grant you full
authority to command my army to crush

Milan. The sorrow of joy.

You are again with time.

Giulio e domino miniatur.

Amore, benedizio, offizias.

Turn around, wife.

Now I can see that Charlotte and
Valentin were alike.

Benign, fair, loving.

A man could live here happily for the
rest of his days.

With a peaceful heart and a tranquil
soul.

A man, surely, but a bourgeois.

Will you not grow tired watching me?

Not till Gabriel stands in sea and shore
and blows his wondrous horn.

Careful,

you're going to fall.

The ancient Greeks had a word for the
absolute of happiness.

Ataraxia. To be without trouble.

Without disruption.

You lose, Charlton.

I take back my boot.

When a man is free from all profound
suffering, but also all thrilling joy,

when he is perfectly...

One must recognize the strength of an
attack by sight.

A forceful strike must be countered with
a forceful parry.

But sometimes an attacker may swing
weakly on purpose to prompt the parry.

That way, he can use your expended
energy to his advantage.

Like so.

Agapito has demonstrated a key principle
in the art of war.

If you know your enemy and you know
yourself, you will win a hundred

battles.

If you do not know your enemy, but you
know yourself,

you will win half as many.

If you do not know your enemy and you do
not know yourself, you will die.

Practice striking and defending using
different levels of force.

and how easily they obey an Italian
overlord, particularly one that raises

their taxes.

I increase their taxes, yet spend the
money not on myself, but on improving

their life.

Last week, these men were without jobs.

This week, while they earn, they learn
to live with purpose, fighting for their

families and their king.

Emperor Valentino.

You too.

What are you staring at?

His father says before you came to this
country, you were a

god.

And now who am I?

Those boys just had the fright of their
lives.

They spoke true.

You were a god, but an angry one.

Being a man makes you happier.

And more ordinary.

So, Julia, what is the latest gossip
from inside the Vatican?

You know, I sworn to Rodrigo to keep
secret everything that I overhear. I

hear that on Cesare's wedding night, he
broke the lance eight times.

Well, I hear that Cesare thought he
purchased an aphrodisiac.

but received instead a laxative.

Yeah, he spent his wedding night not
moaning in passion, but groaning in the

privy.

Lucretta has ordered Cofredo back to
Spilaccia to save his marriage.

And he's accompanied by Prince Alfonso
di Calabria.

But the two despise one another.

Yeah.

What prompted Lucretta to include her
husband?

Lucrezia is uncertain which Alfonso di
Calabria or Deste is the father of her

child.

Are you ill?

Silvira?

Isabella, my life has already been so
full of surprises.

But this is a special gift.

Your new mother room.

Between these walls, the finest
Florentine artists will labor at your

direction so that you may give birth in
the most exquisite decor.

From here on, your child will be your
world.

I already have Giovanni.

And just as I find my true self, I once
again must lose myself.

Men looked up to me.

But now they look down.

To their memorbelli.

A disgusting hall they fill with their
desires.

I feel you, Lucrezia.

Once your child is weaned, did not the
Pope swear to restore your position as

governor of Spoleto?

Men lie.

Dear sister, women lie as well.

For seven months I have been haunted by
the lie I told you.

I said that I was barren.

But like you, I know the smile and sweat
of motherhood.

I have a son.

The son?

His name is Aurelio.

He is 14, soon to be a man.

He's for partying, your son? Never.

I sent word when Aurelio was born and
heard only silence.

We border with shame, my dear.

Will you not ask me why I lied?

No, for us women, secrets serve as
armour.

But I'm curious to know why you chose
this moment to confess.

I want our sweet affections to be
unconditional.

Sisters should never withhold the truth
from each other.

His Holiness, Alexander VI of that name,
summons the Supreme Tribunal of the

Apostolic Signatura.

Cardinal Farnese will submit the order
of the day.

I, Alessandro Farnese, treasurer of the
One True Church, certify that the papal

state of Rimini, Pesaro, Forlì, Imola,
Sermonetta...

Urbino, Camerino, and Faenza have failed
to pay the denarii sancti petri.

Cardinal Carafa will pronounce the
accusation.

I, Oliviero Carafa, primus inter pares,
accuse the governors of

the aforementioned papal state of
treason.

A unanimous vote of guilty as required
at punctum juris.

Ascent.

Please, one moment.

If the governors are condemned, the
church will head to war.

I ask for patience. We have been
patient, Eminence. Patient beyond the

cosmic realm.

But these dukes have abused our virtue.

We must wallop them. Hard. Still, I ask
for special treatment of Caterina

Sforza Riario. Because she is the widow
of your late cousin? I am concerned for

the safety of her son, Ottaviano.

He is the anointed duke of Imola and
Forlì. Yet Caterina, as regent, has

chosen to ignore their obligation to
God.

The boys should not be blamed or made to
suffer. And Caterina should forfeit

control of the province and once more
take her place as a woman. She is no

woman. She is a warrior, a tigress.

Compel her to fight and we will bathe in
blood. Then she must come to Rome with

her son and seek exoneration. She will
not leave her palace.

A plague ravages Imola and Forlì.

Step outside. It's a die. Katerina will
come.

She knows no fear. Neither do we.

So, how do you vote, Vice Chancellor?

Do you raise your hand in assent?

Or do you impede our sacred purpose?

The governors of the Papal States are
hereby declared guilty. Unless they come

before our pontiff and beg forgiveness.

The meeting is adjourned.

Justitia es checos.

Reario Sansoni is correct about one
thing.

War is inevitable.

Did I let her go, Cesare?

He will receive your words by this
evening.

be the happiest man in the world.

But with the name Borgia, I was cursed.

This past month, I've been living once
more in sweet delusion and denial.

But this is my idle end.

My curse has awakened.

And I will know no rest until I...

I've had my destiny.

Charlotte, tell me not to go.

I know you love me, Cesare, but not
enough to keep you content.

And I love you so much that I would
never ask you to be someone you're not.

I will sign documents giving you full
authority over all of my possessions in

France.

You will be, you are, my equal.

And I promise I will return and grow old
by your side.

And I will pray each day for that bright
promise.

to be fulfilled.

But I know in the deepest of my heart
that I will never see you again.

The midwife has arrived, finally.

What are you doing?

Silver should be in bed.

She's signing her will. Amir.

You've not revised the codicils since
the birth of the Eloigi.

Come, Sylvia, I will make you
comfortable.

Oh, I am fine, honestly.

What? All women should write their wills
while pregnant.

Sylvia's only five months along.

Yet she demonstrates symptoms of labor.

We should watch her.

Soothe her.

Not make her think of death.

You should go back to your duties as
papal treasurer.

Your sister and I are here.

And we'll be here for Sylvia.

When I'm working, you say I should go
home, be with my family. When I am home,

you send me away.

I'm a bocce ball rolled back and forth,
never hitting the cleaner.

Christian King, His Grace Cesare Borgia,
Duke of Valentinois, Count of

Diwa, Lord of Isidore.

My dear Duke of Valentinois, etc., etc.

To what do we owe this unexpected visit?

My liege, the era of your greatness has
arrived.

We march in Milan.

No.

No, not yet. Another not yet? I have
been informed that this very morning you

signed the treaty with Venice.

They will block any German advance.

And you've already granted me full
authority to leave France with your army

whenever I choose. I must wait on our
astrologer to fix on a proper date.

Of all your excuses, that is the
weakest.

I'm guessing that the stars will tell
you not to trust me. I do trust you,

Chesire. But you hesitate because you
fear aboard your bear trap.

The troops are under obedience to me.

Once I conquer Milan, I can turn the
mercenaries against you.

Your words exactly, George.

Prove my counsel is wrong.

I now have under my command 300 strong
and steady men from Valentinois.

I will attack Milan with my own
soldiers, and with my soldiers alone

will win this battle in your name.

When your army joins mine, your men will
be fresh and far superior in number.

Thus, I will present no danger to you.
You intend to conquer Milan with 300

peasant boys?

300 peasant boys, trained by Cesare
Borgia.

If I agree to your plan,

I am most likely sending you to your
death.

I?

I didn't wish to lose you, mon ami.

Fear not.

I will be like your emblem, a porcupic.

My quills will pierce our enemies, and I
will place the ducal crown of Milan upon

your head.

I believe in you.

Go.

Blaze a glorious trail.

And I will accompany you, Cesare. I have
no need.

Sully is a chaplain. To offer spiritual
solace to your men.

Who better to offer Christ comfort than
you, eh, Giuliano?

You actually believe you will survive
this onslaught?

i was born at this time not a hundred
years ago not a thousand years hence for

a reason let us find out what that
reason is

Ecclesia, something has come over you.

You are like a woman unbound.

I came

here to give you not a thousand,

but one last kiss, Alfonso.

We will never touch again.

Why?

Because you carry a child?

In part.

Our child?

Banish that thought.

You cannot suddenly love Decalabria.

He's trying to be a better husband.

And he needs me more than you do.

What of his indiscretions?

I have forgiven him, as I forgave you.

Nor have I been an innocent.

But the love we share is infinite.

His lusts are unworthy of exculpation.
And so forgiving him is the truest

Christian act.

Being in Spoleto taught me that each
time I forgive, the hate in my heart is

replaced by something quite
extraordinary.

Go back to Ferrara, Alfonso.

Go home to your wife.

Forget me.

And if you can, forgive me.

A regent.

Taviano Riario.

Our cherished godson, we welcome you.

Holiness.

We have serious matters to discuss,
governor. Your dear mother may take her

leave. I rule on behalf of my son.

Address your grievances to me.

Oh, we are confused.

Ottaviano Riario was invested as
governor of Forlì and Imola by decree of

Pope Innocent VII.

You were appointed to serve as regent
until he reached the age of reason. Is

that not so, Rebocca?

Ottaviano appears quite reasonable, and
so we will speak with him.

You have no... Holy Father, Caterina and
Ottaviano have come in the

spirit... Of goodwill. We are willing to
show a benevolent inclination to the

rightful heir of our prized dominion.
Plead your case, young man, and answer

to the crime of treason. Holiness.

You dare call us treasoners? Woman, be
silent.

You be silent!

Catalan.

Our patience only goes so far.

Let Otaviano...

Defend his actions or fear... Fear what?

Fear a decadent, impotent old man who
loves no one except the Frenese whore.

And you are not a whore!

Let us list the mattresses you have
soiled, you ungodly spider!

We will throw you into the Tiber!

Out of respect to your late husband.

grant you one last day to pay the tithe.

If we have not received the ducats by
tomorrow at the hour of Compline, you

will face a new form of hell.

Be gone from our sight.

If Forger wants his coins, he will get
his coins, which he can bring to his

tomb. But mother, we cannot kill the
supreme pontiff of Holy Mother Church.

My lamb, when I was 13,

My father was stabbed to death.

Your father was butchered by an angry
mob and his body thrown out the window

of our palazzo.

You and I watched as my last husband, my
handsome

Giacomo, was assassinated.

Do you think I worry about murdering the
Pope?

The poor dad.

Mama. Cesare Borgia threatening our
cousins in Milano.

Rodrigo Porges threatening our rule in
Imol and in Forlì.

The survival of our family relies solely
on you.

I will pretend to be sick with fevers.

You will ride all night to Forlì with
the excuse of fetching my personal

physician and most trusted servant,
Lorenzo Bassi.

Bassey seeks a remedy for the plague by
testing the disease-stricken.

Instruct him to smear the money inside
the chest with plague miasma.

Bassey will ride back as fast as he can
and hand the ducats over to me.

By Vespas, Borgia will be an oozing
carcass.

Basti.

Good to see you again.

You've got information regarding the
court of Foley?

A conspiracy to murder.

Caterina commanded me to smear these
coins with plague in order to infect his

holiness.

If the Pope opens this chest and touches
a single ducat, he will most assuredly

never see another sunrise.

Place the chest on my desk.

Guards, we arrest Caterina Sforza
Riario.

How could Katerina have escaped?

You forget she lived in the palace when
her husband was prefect. She knows all

the secret doors. Or she was dated by
your relative.

I swear I did not conspire to poison
you, Holy Father.

Katerina acted without my consent. I am
innocent.

In every direction, we are bedeviled by
the Sforza family.

Send a word to Cesare.

As soon as this business in Milan is
done and the Sforza brothers are

defeated, He is to return to Rome for a
war council.

Their cousin, Caterina, will rue the day
she tried to silence the voice of

Christ. For Lee will be the first papal
province which my son will subjugate.

Papa, we need a word in private.

Cassette, go to the papal treasury. We
want a current accounting of the funds

available for Cesare's war chest.

Go pray, Vice Chancellor.

Pray for the souls of the
soon-to-be-extinct forces.

Yes, Atrezia.

Do you love me, Papa?

My darling girl, my affection for you
knows no measure and no bounds.

Is that true for all your children?

Of course. What is... Then meet with
Isabella.

I do not want to know how your path
crossed with that woman.

But hear this.

She is no longer a Borgia.

She's your daughter as much as I. She is
nothing to me.

Never see her again, never speak her
name again.

Despite what others say, I know what
truly drives you.

Not power, not riches, not even God.

Family.

You've always wanted us to be a family.

Yet that is the one thing we have never
been.

Fear your flesh.

Fear your blood.

When touching me, you touch her.

No! Why not?

What has she done?

We have urgent matters to attend to.

One by one, I have discovered the
secrets of her family. I will discover

this one as well.

We will establish our camp here.

Contact our spies in Milan.

I want updated reports of the size,
strength, and loyalty of Sforza's

troops. Sforza will, no doubt, have
their spies investing our troops.

Invite the brothers to my headquarters
for a friendly conversation.

Either way, they will know you only have
a small number of soldiers under your

command. Precisely.

I want Ascani and Ludovico to get a good
look at my peasant boys.

And then shit their pants wondering when
and where the real army will strike.

Sorrowful mother, pray for us.

Wornful mother, pray for us.

Signed mother, pray for us.

Afflicted mother, pray for us.

Forsaken mother, pray for us. You,
praying?

Seven graces are granted to those who
honor the Virgin daily by meditating on

her sorrows.

I pray for you and for your precious
Giovanni and the child in your womb. I

wish you would pray for my sister.

Laura?

Isabella. That girl. Did she know she
had a son?

Yes. Mama, how am I always the last of
this family to learn its secrets?

I want Papa and Isabella to reconcile.

You... You ask the impossible.

Why?

Isabella crushed Rodrigo's heart and
trampled his soul.

I have crushed my father's heart many
times, and I am forgiven.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

Not this.

What? What can be so horrendous? I
promise never to tell.

My soul would burn. Your soul will burn
in any case.

Meditate on the fifth sorrow of Mary.

These goddamn maps have no detail.

It's just lines on a page.

The Naviolo is dry, very perfumed.

Just like you, Giuliano.

Ludovico Sforza, Duke of Milan, and
Scanio Cardinal Sforza decline your

invitation. How typically brave.

Like all men who hide behind high walls.

They command you to remove Borgia troops
from the vicinity of Milan.

The army of Emperor Maximilian is
marching through the Alps to save the

Forza Crown.

This is a lie, and a poor one.

But Maximilian has not the courage to
fight France and Venice and me.

This Forza will await five score for
that German jackass to make a move.

So what is your plan of attack?

A thrifty one.

I will not let a single drop of my men's
blood spill.

To win without fighting is best.

The city will never surrender without a
battle.

If the land's leaders will not come when
I beckon, then I will go over their

heads to the people.

Summon the merchant's guild.

His Holiness wants to know how much
money is in the papal treasury that can

be put towards Chasere's war chest.

A candle.

Yes, yes. Where is your head?

You were saying?

what you were saying?

Sylvia. The pregnancy.

She and our baby are in danger.

Then why are you at work?

Go home.

A wandering mind is useless to us.

My dear men of Milan, you do me great
honor. Do not waste your spit, Borgia.

The Merchant's Guild has come before you
to pledge its eternal allegiance to the

Sforza family.

A touching gesture of loyalty. Our
loyalty goes to the rulers who brought

peace and prosperity to our city, not to
warmongers.

I hear that Milan is a thriving city
indeed.

Your splendid cathedral, your venerable
university, your magnificent gardens.

And I cannot exclude the eighth wonder
of the world, the Castello Sportesco.

But I flip to the other side of the
coin, and my heart arrests.

The cost of Sforza lavishness must lie
heavily on the shoulders of those who

pay the taxes.

On the shoulders of your guild. Speak
clearly, snake.

Very well.

I will speak as snake to snake.

Warmonger to cheesemonger.

Make the first offer. I will make my
only offer, which is honest, plain and

simple. If you give me the keys to
Milan, I will reduce taxation on your

guild. By how much? Fifty percent.

Wait, wait.

This is not enough, Catalan.

You will bring war to Italy.

And war is a costly whore.

War is also a fortune maker.

Each of you will benefit mightily
supplying weapons and pleasures to

French troops as they make their way
farther down the coast. Even so, we want

more.

Let me tell you what will happen if you
resist, Cesare Borgia.

He will destroy your splendid cathedral,
your venerable university.

He will burn your magnificent gardens.

Murder your sons.

Rape your daughters.

Boil the flesh of your bodies and use
the bones to build a new cathedral

dedicated to Cesare Borgia.

Casalab!

Now choose.

Death or joy.

You. I choose you.

Cesare Borgia will enter the city at the
hour of turf.

You will bring forth the keys as a
symbol of surrender.

And to punish your avarice, bribe the
force of soldiers with your own money.

Cesare Bordeaux dismisses you.

Duke Cesare of Valentinois, in the name
of the citizens of Milan, I present the

keys to our beloved city.

And the Milanese army?

I've forgotten the very name of Sforza.
But I have not.

Where can I find the brothers?

Ludovico and Ascanio await you in the
Castello Sforzesco.

It's dungeon, to be precise.

Eminence. A pleasure to meet you again
in such delectable circumstances.

Will you not introduce me to your
brother, the Duke? Go to the devil.

But a cunt! Ludovico, be silent.

I warn you, free us at once, or die
under Emperor Maximilian's blade.

Those are my choices.

Well, what shall we do while we wait for
his arrival?

I did not think to bring card. I told
you he does not scare.

The rattle of swords is always the first
gambit.

And the second gambit is to beg? To
reason.

To convince you not to execute us.

Then convince me.

Someday, you may need our
brother-in-law, Maximilian, as an ally.

Emperor to emperor.

Executing Ludovico and me would lay
rather heavily on that relationship.

Since I cannot free you both, nor...

Execute you both.

I will exile one of you to your sister's
court. The other will squat here, chewed

upon by rats until he dies of
loneliness.

Which of us will remain?

We'll make your argument why you, or
you, should live free.

As Duke of Milan and your elder brother,
I will speak first.

My lord. Louder, Schwarzer cunt!

I know a secret that will solidify your
choice.

Maximilian has refused to pay piety to
Pope Alexander.

He does not journey to Rome to be
crowned as emperor.

Do not dare. Because Ascania told him to
wait until the Borgia pope is dead.

Maximilian would then bring his troops
to the eternal city and forced to

conclave to elect my brother as supreme
pontiff.

It is true.

Cesare, I wish to make the choice for
you.

I will sacrifice myself.

Sweet savior, why?

Your brother has just betrayed you.

Still, he is the head of my family.

I am a priest, a celibate.

My brother must live so that his
children will live.

and carry the Sforza dukedom into the
pages of history.

I will deliberate your fate this evening
over a bottle of Dolcetto.

While I contemplate my verdict, I leave
the two of you alone.

I want you to spend your last night
together in a brotherly embrace.

Alessandro?

Alessandro, where are you?

Over here.

How is Sylvia?

Any change?

Nothing so far. The midwife said by
morning we will know.

What did Angelo look like in death?

Oh, Alessandro.

I missed my own brother's final moment.

Now Sylvia is in pain, and our baby may
die, and I'm just sitting here, able to

do nothing.

None of us can do anything but hope.

What do you suppose our brother's first
words were to God upon reaching the

gates of heaven?

Knowing Angelo, he wanted to know the
size of his bedchamber.

Or Lord God.

creator of Adam and all of mankind.

I'm graced to be in your presence.

Now, where are the large possum angels?

No. I'm sure he said, please, God,
blanket my family with your love.

Before we die, we rise to heaven.

Heaven where we descend from when we are
born.

I think yes. Then I wonder what message
Angelo delivered to my unborn child

before sending the baby to us.

Out, quick.

I grieve for you, O Mary, most
sorrowful, in the martyrdom which your

generous heart endured.

And standing near Jesus, aggressive,
what are you doing?

I'm praying for your soul, Isabella.

I know you hold a terrible secret.

Remember your words.

Secrets are a woman's armour.

Do not ask me to disarm.

Remember your words.

Sisters should never withhold the truth.

I have no need for expensive gifts.

What I want for my child is to be born
into a united, loving family.

If I tell you, you will despise me.

We Borgia all have reasons to be
despised and to be loved.

Pray to the Virgin Mother.

I grieve for you, O Mary most sorrowful,

in the martyrdom with your generous
heart endured.

In standing near Jesus in his agony.

Did you?

Isabella, did someone die?

When I was your age, I ran away and hid
in a cellar.

To escape the husband Rodrigo had chosen
for me.

Yes, one night a candelabra fell and
fire broke out.

I escaped and watched the house burn to
ashes.

I was too scared to even call for help.

The house belonged to my elder sister,
Geronimo, and her husband.

Their bodies were never found.

You... You killed your own sister. The
sin which is unforgivable.

Dry your tears.

You and I are sisters in more ways than
you know.

Meet me at the Hour of Lords in the
Papal Gardens. Papa will be there.

You have exhausted me.

Well, that is flattering. You must renew
your strength.

You were expected.

Get up.

Get dressed.

You have someone you...

What a waste.

Eat a hearty meal.

I will need your vitality again tonight.

Eminence, Cesare Borgia would like to
see you.

Cardinal de la Rovere needs a moment.
He's deep in prayer.

Praising God for his blessings.

Last night, contemplating the decision I
must make, who will live and who will

rot, I went from bedchamber to
bedchamber, from goose feathers to

straw.

Finally, in order to appreciate the
discomfort you must both be feeling, I

slept on the floor.

Ludovico.

I had a brother who would do or say
anything to advance himself.

To glorify himself.

To save himself.

Oh, do not think yourself too clever,
Ascania.

I recognize your sacrifice for what it
is.

Another gambit.

The cleverly phrased, implied threat of
your brother's resurgence. He and your

sister bending the emperor's ear,
plotting Ludovico's return to power.

Once Louis is back in France, and I'm
back in Rome or dead

Wait, who will you free?

Before we arrive a sneak Cardinals force
out of town Place them in a box the size

and length of a coffin fill the box with
excrement

Let Ascanio know the terror which comes
from being buried alive in his own shit,

and leave Ludovico here to die.

Please!

Please! Let me out!

I am sorry!

I am sorry!

Christ! Will you ever knock?

Father, follow me.

Where? Why?

Isabella awaits in the papal gardens.

We told you Isabella does not exist. She
is dead to us. No, Hieronymus is dead.

Isabella is alive and her sorrows are
great.

She was forbidden to tell you.

She will never be able to forgive
herself until you forgive her. As a

human being, as a father, as the
surrogate of Christ.

Do you remember how you felt when you
touched baby Giovanni for the first

time?

The skin of your firstborn, how soft and
miraculous.

I remember.

Geronimo was my firstborn.

She made me a father.

How could I ever bear the thought of her
skin being torched and blackened by

burning flames?

How could I ever forgive the horror she
endured to the last moment?

Papa, I can never know how much Iran
must have...

Or you suffered, but such extremes make
forgiveness all the more necessary.

For Isabella's soul and yours.

I cannot.

I ask you to imagine this.

If I told you that I killed Juan, would
you forgive me or would I be dead?

How can you even... Would I be dead to
you, Papa?

I have lost three children.

I could not continue to breathe without
you in my life.

Three children are gone.

A living one can be restored.

My mother. No, let him go. I told you to
stay at home.

Isabella, I'm glad that he is here.

What is your name?

Aurelio.

Aurelio Borgia Matuzzi.

my brother.

Sylvia is well.

And the baby?

No.

No, I must go to Sylvia.

Most Christian king, as promised, I,
Cesare Borgia, give you

Milan.

In the name of his holiness.

I crown you.

You have proven yourself worthy of my
trust.

And worthy of my love.

What's that?

Triumph doesn't taste the way I thought,
Louis.

Does not fill the stomach.

Well, what does?

Therein lies my thirdness.