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September 1494.

The feast of St. Michael.

A war is at hand.

Most Christian king, I, Cesare Borgia,
give you my love.

Virginia, I'm ready to wed. The Pope has
shown his resolve to keep you in his

possession, whatever the cost.

A battle for the soul of man.

Go back to Ferrara, Alfonso. Go home to
your wife.

Forget me.

Fight for Satan.

These poisons.

They divided my soul from my flesh and
my brain.

And the baby.

Or fight for God. Out of my blood.

Where is our baby?

Tell me.

Did we like ourselves better before
there were mirrors?

When your sense of how you look came
from a reflection in a lake?

Or your lover's eyes?

Now we stare at ourselves hour upon
hour, admiring what we see.

Or loathing it.

Your victory here in Milan seems to have
given you no pleasure. Success came too

easily.

Conquering Imola for Lee will be a more
difficult task, and therefore

a more satisfying win. At your age,
winning is everything.

At my age, knowing is.

No, Agavito.

I want to know.

I want to bite into the forbidden fruit
and understand.

Why I need to win?

To prove you are the best. The best
what?

Warrior?

Statesman?

Father? Son?

Brother?

Lava?

Where? Where is he?

Alfonso, what are you doing here?

My husband has forbidden you. My wife is
dead.

The child...

Still in her womb, my sin, loving you,
has buried them.

I will pray for their souls.

Yes, pray.

For me as well, because... despite my
guilt,

my heart tumbled at the sight of you.

My sweet Alfonso.

I am free to marry.

To marry you.

I am not free.

Divorce Di Calabria.

How?

The church will allow me to leave him
only if he's impotent.

He's not.

I carry his child.

My child.

We cannot prove that.

We can instead publicly confess our
infidelities.

Then he will have justification to leave
you.

Alfonso Di Calabria will never give up
the daughter of a pope.

He is too ambitious.

The ambitious die.

This is the grief talking.

Fine.

I will depart for Ferrara.

Never to return.

Someday, I will kill you.

You pulled on my arm, making me
vulnerable.

You also want me dead.

Cesare, I have traveled as quickly as my
horse could carry me to Milan to

congratulate you.

Cesare?

Is I, Niccolo, my friend.

Are you the envoy of Florence? I am here
as your friend, first, foremost, and

forever.

Sit.

I repeat, are you the envoy of Florence?

I am now Secretary of the Ten and
Chancellor of the Republic, thanks to

your recommendation.

So you come as a rival, not as a friend.

To bargain, not to support.

I volunteered to come alone because I
know you consider me a man of trust.

So speak, Chancellor of the Republic.

Does Signore worry about your intentions
for Florence?

If your government encourages my
conquest of Romagna, then all is well.

If not, then I will change your
government.

But now, my intention is to

march on Florence.

To enjoy its brothels and its taverns in
your good company.

Do not fear, Niccolo.

You will have a role in whatever comes
next.

Cardinal Gaetanus.

We hope the journey from Sermonetta was
not too taxing. Holiness, the thought of

being in your presence made the roads
fly by.

We wish to convey our sadness over the
passing of your father.

We have ordered a thousand masses said
for the repose of Duke Honorato's soul.

A thousand, Your Holiness?

He was a wicked man.

We hope that Sermonetta will now pay the
tithe owed to God's glorious church.

Not yet.

My two brothers argue about which will
rule in my father's place.

Brothers!

Have some wine.

Hear this.

Until one brother emerges as duke, and
until he pays the denarii sancti petri,

you will be our guest.

A guest?

Drink your wine.

Your palazzo and other possessions will
serve as escrow.

Drink. I just remembered.

I am on a fast.

Excellent.

Every soul needs replenishing.

The Captain General will show you to
your quarters.

My apologies, Eminence. This room does
not have a view.

Today's car knows all tomorrow's
corpses.

The prior complains that the artist is
lazy.

The artist complains that he cannot
truly begin until he finds the face of

Judas.

Ow!

My ass!

Put your hands off me!

The authorities will hear of this.

You must be. I am.

Cesare Borgia is said to have the
countenance of Christ in the eyes of

Satan.

You fit the description.

Maestro, it is an honor to meet a true
man of genius.

And I, to meet a true man of war.

To conquer Milan without firing a single
shot. That says much about you. And

about the enemy one faces.

Which is why I wanted to talk to you.

I would have gladly come to the Duke
Valentinoir in the standing position.

I'm not yet certain of your loyalty,
since you've served Ludovico Sforza

these past ten or so years.

Sforza paid me, but he never inspired
me.

I am forever loyal to my mind.

Then let me see if I can be your muse.

And we together make history.

Soon I will mount an attack on the
cities of Imola and Forlì.

Have you any new and nefarious
inventions that will guarantee my

victory?

I give you...

The future of war.

I've never seen such a thing.

What kind of machine is this? One which
flies.

A well-made screw can cause this
instrument to spiral into the air.

Equipped with exploding devices, it
could destroy any army or any castle

from above.

Like God.

Where is this flying machine?

What Duke Flodovico was too miserly to
fund its construction, which I fear

would take years.

For the time being, the Ornithopter only
exists on paper.

Show me something else, something you
can construct immediately.

Ah, yes, the scythe chariot.

It's mounted with swirling blades.

A promise of carnage.

But perhaps as much carnage to my troops
as to the enemy's.

What else?

A mobile military headquarters, allowing
you to move from town to town with

unparalleled speed.

Yes.

Yes.

This...

I make one small improvement.

Speak.

Great Borgia.

I will draw.

You are right to be concerned about our
daughter's future.

And to ease your mind, Alessandro will
establish an account in your name.

Your own money to use as you deem fit.

My brother says the papal treasury is
nearly bankrupt.

Coins flow like the Tiber.

Sometimes a flood, sometimes a trickle.

Today we added the fortune of Cardinal
Gaetanus to our own. 80,000 ducats, all

yours.

And, um... And what will be my income
when you are, um...

Dead. Arrangements have been made.

I would like to see the documents.

To love us is to trust us.

No, my Rodrigo.

Love and trust do not always walk hand
in hand.

Highness, no, please.

No formalities.

I come not as a princess, but as a
sister.

A sister?

Thoughts?

You are the mother of my brother's son.

That fact ties us together, morally, if
not legally.

What do you want?

To make amends for all the hurt on
behalf of Cesare.

You are skeptical.

Then listen.

Two men drew knives over the love for
me.

As a child, such drama would have
thrilled my romantic side.

But today, I was frightened.

For my son, for the child I carry, for
your son.

Our lives are so fragile.

I still do not understand.

Has Jerome been baptized?

I feel I am unworthy.

Bring your boy to the Apostolic Palace.

The baptism will take place in the
Sistine Chapel.

No.

I could not.

He will be surrounded by his family.

Dear Fiametta, I have stumbled through
life, from flute to harp, from

God to orgasm.

From grievous sin to pleasant joy.

That joy is family.

Even a family as peculiar as we border.

Say that you will come.

Imola is difficult for Katharina to
defend.

She will retreat to full lee,
consolidating her troops.

You're great.

Pope Alexander grows impatient awaiting
your return.

He's eager to know how you will defeat
Caterina Sforza Riario.

I will leave tonight, rendezvous with
His Holiness when I arrive, and return

by tomorrow evening.

A single day of travel? From Milan to
the Vatican and back?

And meet on matters of war?

Impossible. Giuliano, when will you
learn? I do not speak unless what I say

is possible.

I will use the old outpost built by the
Knights of St. John of Jerusalem.

I already have horses waiting at each
post.

I will literally jump from one to the
other.

Bravissimo. And what of your troops?

I've had Leonardo draw a detailed map of
Imola.

I will move my soldiers to the outskirts
of the city.

With 15,000 Frenchmen, as well as 4,000
Gascon and Swiss mercenaries, all

bellowing for blood, who is fierce
enough to command the men in your

absence?

May I present...

General Miguel de Corella.

Miguelito, you are now a gentleman.

I want to see Papa.

He's retired for the evening.

You mean he's fucking?

He's past fucking. He sleeps.

Gossett, you know every secret involving
my family.

Or do you?

Perhaps there are some secrets of which
even you are unaware.

And now you're going to tell me one.

Cesare has a two-year-old son by
Fiametta Michaelis. All from his days in

Pisa.

Tomorrow, at the hour of sex, Girolamo
will be baptized.

In the Sistine, you will place the event
on the Holy Father's schedule.

I will inform the Pope of this secret.

But what if he refuses to attend?

Rodrigo Borgia would not miss the
ceremony for all the gold in Persia.

Yes, Father.

You asked to see me?

I,

Louis, most Christian king of France,
the two Sicilies in Jerusalem, Duke of

Milan, at the request of our Holy
Father, and wishing to aid him in the

recovery of his lands, signories, and
domains, especially the cities of Imola

and Folies, have made our very dear and
much-loved cousin, Duke Cesare of

Valentinois. Commander of our army.

And this to Caterina Sforza Riaria.

I cannot judge the Pope, nor forbid him
to act as he wishes within his own

boundaries. Excellent.

His Nihil Obstat makes clear to the
Dukes of Italy that they will receive no

reinforcements from France.

As for Caterina, that daughter of
iniquity, we want her brought to us in

chains.

Thy will be done.

But I ask in return that you make my
wife's brother, Ammonia Delbray, a

cardinal. It's an old request in the
midst of war.

I wish Charlotte to know that she is a
constant in my thoughts.

Done. By the way, where is Riarious and
Stoney?

He claimed innocence off Katrina's slut
to poison the Pope.

Then went hunting.

He has not been seen since.

His absence proves his guilt.

I leave at once for Imola.

You will not see your sister?

The hour is late, the journey long, and
I smell of sweating horses.

We know you're impatient, but surely you
can wait till morning. She will weep

knowing you had come and gone.

To sleep in one's own bed is a blessing.

You are the son for whom I have
eternally hoped and prayed.

This papal bank account of yours is a
bad bit of business.

Oh, I know what you will say. How will
others perceive the transaction?

You are the Pope's treasurer, raising
money by increased taxes, which then

goes into your sister's purse.

And my own?

Juliet.

I stole some dockets.

Many.

How marvelously larcenous.

I do not believe that God punishes us
for our transgressions.

Quit pro quo.

Yet I cannot help but feel that Sylvia
and I lost our baby due to my theft.

In order to erase the sin from my soul
completely, I must confess to the

injured party.

Pope Alexander.

He will jump off your hands.

Probably.

Let me intercede on your behalf.

No.

Alessandro, this is no time for pride.

I do not act out of pride, but what is
moral?

If I am to be the man of our house, this
is the measure of my worth.

I will stand tall, since he will only
cut off my hands, not my feet.

Every day you become more like Papa.

And so, Holy Father, I wish to resign as
papal treasurer. Resign?

You are terminated.

Find this bloodless thief a cell deep
underground until a day can be set for

his punishment.

Holiness, condemn me, yes, but first
please listen.

I've done much to make restitution.
Putting the ducats back does not restore

our trust. Nor should it, but my sin has
deeper roots.

Our Lord has said you cannot serve God
and mammon.

Replace me not with another wayward
priest, but with an expert in finances,

a banker, Agostino Chigi of Siena.

He is willing to leave his mercantile
practice, move to the eternal city and

serve you, and you alone.

Chigi, he is a brilliant man. And an
excellent solution to our fiscal woes.

We've always admired your mind and had
hopes that one day you would fill the

fisherman's shoes.

Betrayal cannot be ignored.

Take him.

Come with me, Eminence.

You must free Alessandro. No.

He is my brother.

He is a criminal.

God the merciful forgives a man who
shows remorse, but not you, Rodrigo. You

chew on vengeance as if eating venison.

I am leaving.

You will not.

You have destroyed my chances for
marriage. Now you will destroy my

family. We are finished.

No. If you leave, we will cancel the
account we put in your name.

Too late.

You said that I could do with the money
as I deem fit.

Well, I moved the funds to a bank
outside of Rome, which you have no

control over, nor will you ever find.

Puta!

We are tired of your games. Be gone!

I've returned, Lucrezia.

But I am not yet an emperor.

From what I hear, you're well on your
way.

Congratulations on your marriage.

I wish you could meet my wife.

Charlotte is an endless bounty of bliss.

I miss her with every fiber.

Then go back to Valentinois?

No.

I must complete my destiny.

Sentiment will not sway me.

Sentiment? I think you feel love.

Are you jealous?

Do you want me to be?

I want to believe that we can love two
people with equal,

if different, passion.

As you love me in death's day.

I do not think God is that generous.

Later today, your son Gerolamo will be
baptized.

After that, we will have a water family
celebration.

Papa, Mama, my Giovanni, Laura,
Isabella, her son Aurelio, El

Pequeño, Angela, the other cousins.

Given our family, they'll temper.

The meal will end with forks as weapons.

I have come to see that the only way to
be a family is to forgive.

I applaud your goal.

I will not attend.

The tide of history flows towards me.

So instead of women, you now kiss
goddesses?

I would kiss you.

But I fear there's something wrong with
me.

I have the French disease, yes.

But in an early stage, yes.

Very early.

And I can be cured of this Putendagra
with mercury baths, yes?

I prefer special ointments, decoctions,
inhalants.

I leave myself in your healing hands.

But if I'm not cured, you will forfeit
your fee and your vitals.

for the blind.

How do I know that you'll not spend my
ducat on wine?

I will.

Chianti is my sole comfort.

Were you blind at birth?

No. Until two years ago, I served as a
bravi in the house of the Colonna.

At a tavern nearby, my master, Mark
Antonio, ordered us to attack the men.

one of whom proved himself to be more
than a match for our entire company.

He poked out my eyes, killed two of my
comrades, cut off Marc Antonio's finger.

No longer able to fight, I was dismissed
by the Colonna.

My father disowned me. My wife abandoned
our bed.

Do you know the name of the culprit who
caused you so much grief?

Of course.

He is Cesare Borgia. And you hate him?

No. Our actions have consequences.

My aggression led to my suffering.

Drink well tonight.

Your uncles Pedro, Luis, and Juan were
brilliant warriors, as is your uncle

Cesare.

Do you want to be a warrior?

No, Grandpa.

I'd like to be a priest, and someday,
Pope.

Grandpa, why do you always stare at Aunt
Lucrezia in that way?

What?

Which way?

In that odd way.

Aye.

Holiness!

What would St. Peter think of us?

Was the first pope as flawed as we?

And if he was flawed?

And perhaps I could forgive myself.

I continue and continue to commit an
egregious sin.

The boy saw into my heart. The boy knew
my secret.

The night Lucrezia married, as I watched
her in her bed, was her new husband.

I imagined myself to be that husband. I
wanted... You need to see no more.

I wanted to fuck my own daughter.

Sweet Jesus.

I still do.

Rodrigo, leave me be.

What do you seek, my son?

To freeze my mind.

To melt my soul. Where is Brother
Zosimos?

Our Brother Zosimos has gone the way of
our flesh.

Where is his laboratory?

I need Vitriola!

I need Vitriola!

Huh?

The citizens of Imola are ready to
submit.

Like a horse.

But not the Imola fortress, which defies
your demand to capitulate.

Caterina has left Dionigi Dinaldo in
command.

He's a brave fellow, Dinaldo. She's
taken his son with her to Forlì as a

hostage. If Dinaldo surrenders to you,
then Il Virago, she'll execute the

child. She has also promised to send
reinforcements within three days.

We must begin the siege immediately.

Now.

As with Milan, none of my men will die
in this battle.

I am creating a mythology.

You will starve the people of Imola out?

A lingering death is too cruel, and it
takes too long.

Here is my plan.

I will rescue Denaldo's son. You?

Too dangerous.

I will send one of our men.

Our men are stalwart, but heavy-footed.
Besides, I will need Denaldo to owe his

son's life to me and me alone.

And I will enjoy the adrenal.

You work for Katarina.

Create a ground plan of the Rocca del
Ravadino. Every door, every passageway,

including your best guess where the boy
would be held. But how would you gain

entrance? In disguise.

A member of the embassy from Florence.

Chesire, your grace, you would ask me to
compromise my diplomatic immunity.

Does not your presence at my table
already compromise you?

Officially, I am here on a
fact-collecting mission.

Oh.

Well, I've collected my own set of
facts.

Katarina has requested 300 cavalrymen
from your signory. You have been

assigned to go to Philly to discuss
terms.

I will simply tag along, disguised as
your lowly servant. I cannot betray my

city.

There is the face of Judas for you to
paint.

No. I am your friend, but... Farewell,
Chancellor of the Republic.

Be gone in one hour, or I cannot be held
responsible for your... immunity.

So much for your daring plan. Be
patient, Giuliano.

The goddess Fortuna is rich with
surprises.

You sent for me, Papa?

Your father is an evil man.

You're not evil, Papa, but sometimes you
do wrong.

I have done you much wrong.

And must unburden my soul.

I... I have...

Unsettled feelings for you.

I am well aware of your feelings.

No.

You do not fully understand.

I do. I have seen the look in your eyes
for some time now.

For as long as I knew how to recognize
that look.

Forgive me.

I already have, Papa.

But for you comes now the hardest part.
You must forgive yourself.

How?

Tell me how.

I have these past 14 months searched for
the answer.

This much I know.

We each must find a way within ourselves
and in God.

Alessandra, our daughter has taught us
the peace which comes with forgiveness.

So we forgive you.

In truth, we appointed you for the wrong
reasons.

Now we ask your forgiveness.

And me holding it?

No, not you.

Sweet and cuddly fellowship, tastes red
wine and rare-o, but to kiss a girl's

ripe lip is a gift more.

We must find Mama and Sylvia. They will
dance to your song. Yes, but first His

Holiness asks for my forgiveness.

And yours.

Will you return to the Apostolic Palace,
to the Pope's bed?

Rodriguez made me wealthy, and therefore
independent.

So I love him deeply.

I've long believed he loves Lucrezia
more than he does me.

Ironic.

I am La Bella, coveted by men, coveted
by women.

Yet I will die alone.

A wrinkled old slut.

Wearing too much rouge.

You will not be alone.

I will be with you.

Even if I die before you, I will be by
your side.

You're great.

Yes? You have a visitor.

Riario Sansoni.

Ah. Show the good Cardinal in.

Your Grace.

Eminence, you come all the way to Imola
to hunt.

And not to the forest, but to my camp.

Though I am innocent, I'm a suspect in
Caterina's plot against your father.

Since Rome offers only enemies, I wish
to prove my loyalties to you, Cesare,

and do whatever I can to put an end to
these hostilities.

Oh, Fortuna, you are brilliant.

You will go to Forley to see your
cousin.

You will wave the olive branch, offer
prayers, hope, marzipan.

You will be accompanied by your usual
entourage.

Plus one.

You're most welcome, Raffaele.

Let us dine.

Reminisce and strategize.

The young Duke has fallen.

Fear not.

I am your salvation.

Thought you might want to eat.

Ottaviano, almost a man.

Guard! He is dead.

I will prove that I am a man.

I will not fight you. You're afraid?

Yes, that your blood will stain my
already crowded conscience.

When I say run, run to the left, and
then down, until you can go down no

further. The bowels of this rocker will
shit us out.

Run!

Threats and bribes will not lead me to
surrender.

Only mortal combat.

I offer not death, but life.

D.N.E.G., men of sterling metal are a
rare resource these days.

I would have you join my military
council.

Your Grace, is this wise, to include an
enemy in our plans? The people of Imola

trust him, which, if he sides with me,
means they can trust me.

And then now their support for our cause
will demoralize those who still favor

Katarina.

What say you?

Can you dedicate your soul to Cesare
Borgia?

By endangering my son, Catarina proves
herself a succubus.

By saving my son, you prove yourself my
master.

Well, no time to rest on today's loss.

Send a missive to Catarina.

I wish to meet her face to face.

On this, the feast of St. Michael, we
will dedicate a new statue

to God's avenging angel, which will sit
atop the Castel San Angelo.

The statue recalls the one which
dominated that summit for a thousand

years.

and was destroyed by the storms in
February.

In Hebrew, the name Michael poses a
question.

Who is like God?

The answer is no one.

But in the tempestuous course of our
lives, we can attempt to emulate

our creator.

And so we,

Alexander VI will be leaving Rome
tomorrow for the monastery of

Monte Cassino, where we will fast and
pray on a spiritual retreat. In

our place, we appoint, as regent of Holy
Mother Church, with full papal

authority, one who dwells in the heart
of God, our daughter

Lucrezia.

will see our wisdom.

She is the best of us.

Cesare Borgia, Duke of Valentinwa, Count
of Diwa, Lord

of Isidon, beckon Caterina Sforza
Riario.

I am here.

Madame, will you not come down so I may
see your legendary eyes?

This is as near as I will step towards
the Borgia.

Fine. For now.

In the name of Alexander Rex et
Sacrados, I ask you respectfully to

surrender. Better to have asked in the
name of Lucifer, Prince of Hell.

I will not be dragged in shackles up the
Vatican stairs to dance like a monkey

for that foul-smelling Catalan.

Oh, I think you will surrender.

You threatened to kill Donaldo's son.

Now I threaten to kill yours.

Go ahead.

Kill him.

I have the mold to make more.

What is this guy made of earth?

My name is a castrating whore.

And has bigger balls than you, Borgia.

Take this little shit back to Imola. I
will cut out his tongue and nail it to

his severed hand.

Katerina will not care. Oh, I will do it
for my own amusement.

Tomorrow I will attack. I will defeat
Katerina Sforza Riario. Then I will fuck

her. Then I will kill her. Then I will
fuck her again.

Raffaele Riadio Santoni. You may enter.

I see you are well settled in the Imola
Palace.

What was Katerina's mood when you left
her?

She is in a rage.

She suspects that I knew about your
sneaking into the Roca.

I was fortunate to escape with my life.

Her suspicion erases mine, and will
report so to the Holy Father.

Tomorrow you will bombard For Lee.

First the town, which will surrender
quickly, then the fortress, which will

not.

Your Grace, where is my cousin?

You will torture and kill the boy? His
blood belongs to me.

Chesbury. Do not plead on his behalf or
you will join him in there and wish that

cousin Katerina had flailed you.

Wait outside.

I will give you his body for a Christian
burial after I have dispatched his soul.

News from Valentinois.

Your wife, your Charlotte, is with
child.

I want bonfires lit from here to her
bedside.

Send word to my father and mother and
Lucretia.

I will bring Charlotte to Rome.

She says, given her condition, the king
does not want her to travel.

No.

Louis wants to keep her close to him in
order to keep me in check.

You have made another conquest.

Imola is yours.

And will be blessed with another child.

A legitimate heir.

Are you yet not satisfied?

What is conquest?

What is a child?

Do either define me?

I've striven since coming of age to be
unique.

To be the better man.

I go around shouting, I am Cesare
Borgia.

I still do not know what that means.

Tomorrow we bombard fully with swords,
guns, cannons.

The outcome is uncertain.

I may triumph.

I may bleed.

I may die.

And as I stand on the brink of my
future, I begin to wish that I was as

common as a blind beggar.

Or a young girl, overcome by the first
pangs of passion.

Or as common as you, Agapito.

I wish to be part of, not above, a
shared humanity.

The one element all men share is that we
know love.

Not all men.

The only thing we living creatures share
is suffering.

Just as Jesus suffered.

And in that way, we are like God.

Understand this, Sataviano. You die
because you are my enemy.

And what would I do if I had no enemies?

I've always defined myself in opposition
or superior to others.

So... I once left my

son, my sweet boy.

On the side of a mountain to die.

So that my father could become Pope.

So that I could become this.

Am I solely possessed by hate?

No.

You love.

And are loved.

By Charlotte.

Go join your mother, since you now know
how little she values you.

And in that one act, you reveal yourself
to be a compassionate man.

Any man can be compassionate.

A vulture shows compassion when least
expected.

There.

You proved my point.

You are remarkable. I have a sharp mind,
yes, but others are equally sharp.

I have courage, yet others are
courageous.

I have deep desires, as most people do.

After I drink, I piss.

After I eat, I shit.

I am susceptible to earthquake,
lightning, the French disease.

I am not special.

Or I am only special because I am human.

One of thousands to crawl upon this
earth. One of millions who were born

before me. One of numbers unimaginable
who will come after.

It's strange.

It feels as if I know them.

Those who will breathe this air in the
next millennium.

Those sad souls.

Like them, I cannot stop what will
happen.

I can only pity them.

But I hope they will pity me.

My lord!

Who?

It's Leonardo.

Enter.

Great Porter, I have something that will
tantalize you.

The lever's there.

Pull them up.

I am well pleased, Leonardo.

I delude myself wishing to be an
ordinary man.

An ordinary man can live with less, with
just enough to survive.

I must win.

Forever win.

I am either Caesar the God, or I am
nothing.

Verbum Incarnatum.

Her Highness Lucrezia Borgia, Regent of
the One True

Church, calls to order a meeting of the
College of Cardinals.