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Previously on The Borgias...

May I present
Don Hernando de Caballos.

He was at
the Siege of Granada.

We had a siege in mind.

Catherina Sforza,
has been threatening war.

Give us occasion to
to bend her knee to Rome.

Grab the boy!
Grab the boy!

Here is your son!

He is waiting to die!

I have the means to
produce TEN MORE SONS!

Madame,
may I present my brother,

Calvino Pallavicini da Genova.

Lady.
I am honoured.

It's the brother, yes?

Why not?

Your father will never agree.

You are marrying
for all of us, Lucrezia,

not just yourself.

For family!

Girolamo Savonarola!

This edict finds
you guilty

of disseminating
pernicious doctrines.

You are hereby ordered

to suspend your
sermons and prophecies.

I will use it...

...to wipe my ass!

We have one among us
who would be a martyr.

Take note of the man
with the water jug.

He's the pope's taster.

Ludovico of Milan is
marching on Forli.

Could a messenger
reach my brother

in time to warn him?

That would depend

on how fast the messenger
chooses to ride.

We are under attack!

Kill the boy!

Hang him!

Yah!

♪ The Borgias 2x08 ♪
Truth and Lies
Original Air Date on June 3, 2012

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Your Holiness?

Holiness, may we intrude?
Sh.

Holiness, we have
received some news.

Well, it must be good news
to cause such levity.

Go on.
Tell us.

Uh, Charles, the, uh,
King of France, um...

Go on.

He is dead.

This is a cause for amusement?

No, not to me,
Holiness.

Um...

...it appears
he banged his head.

While, uh, stooping
through a low doorway.

After playing tennis!

Being short,
it is a miracle

that he found
a doorway low enough.

There was more steel

in that heroic
king's diminished frame

than can be found
in both your bodies.

Shame on you.
You shall both kneel.

Say the rosary
one dozen times

for the repose
of his eternal soul.

On reflection...

...make that three dozen.

In Patris et Filli
et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Faster!
Careful!

Faster!

Stop.
Stop!

Help me.

Help me!
Sorry, my lord.

We were attacked...

...from all sides.

Ludovico Sforza's army

came like a flood
from the forest.

We fought long and hard.

I got hit...

...by an arrow...

...in the leg.

I could not move.

But we fought on,
back to back.

Men cried,
"For God, for Alexander"

as they perished.

Then I fell.

I lost my sensibility.

And the battle faded.

When I awoke,
all I could hear

were the cries of the dying.

But I escaped in the dark.

We commend your bravery,
but...

...what should have
been a glorious victory

is an ignominious defeat.

Il Moro must have had word.

Of this, this is certain.

Cesare was in Florence.

Why did he not come to warn us
of Ludovico's attack?

How could he have known?

An army was on the move!

How could he not have known?

Cesare was in Florence
with Machiavelli.

Machiavelli has spies!

Machiavelli knows everything!

There.

Who is it?

Tell him who you are.

Look at me, boy.

Come closer,

or I'll come in
there and get you.

This is Catherina
Sforza's son, Benito.

What's he doing here?

What happened to your hand?
Show me.

A finger was cut off.

Who by?
Do I need to tell you?

Look at his arms, his neck.

Come, show me.

Come.

Juan did this?

An order was given
for him to be hanged.

I saved him.

Did Juan bring him to Rome?

No, no, he believes
the boy to be dead.

He is here
for safekeeping.

The cardinal gave me
the key to this place.

What cardinal?
Sforza.

The boy, the cardinal,
they are family.

The poison in this
wound runs deep.

He will lose an arm
or hand, at least.

Best I kill you now.

And kill the truth?

This boy saw what
happened at the siege.

He witnessed your brother
run like a coward.

So why did you save him?

It is a matter of honour.

I fight the men,
not the boys.

Pity.

Get off!

Go. Go!

My brother, the hero.

Did I say "stop"?

Your brother fought to
within an inch of his life.

He says that you had knowledge
of the attack against him,

but that you failed
to send him a warning.

If you want to know the truth
of what happened at Forli,

you must ask those
who were there.

Multitude of men died.

We must atone
for their deaths.

But you think

that there is
another story?

Our Holy Father has forbidden
discord between his sons.

I am here to obey my father

and to neither praise
nor condemn my brother.

But if we had divested
you of your robes,

if you were at
the Siege of Forli,

would you
have triumphed?

I would have been
there to the end.

We will learn
the truth of this.

Ah! Now...

...to another matter
that weighs upon our papacy.

We hear that fires
burn bright in Florence

and the Friar Savonarola
still preaches.

The people flock to him.

You gave him our
apostolic letter

commanding his silence?

And he wiped his ass upon it.

So...

we must lay charges
of heresy against him.

And he will laugh-

Laugh in our face.
We know.

I do not have authority
to lay the charge of heresy.

Patience.

You will have it.

You will return...

...to Florence
once more

and it will be as if
God's vicar himself

stands before him.

If it is your wish,
Holy Father.

Not ours alone, Cesare.

Remember, it is God's
work that we do.

Ah.

Now, somewhere in here,
it is written

that we have the power
to pronounce

an ecclesiastical
curse upon this friar.

A God-given power to
condemn him to Hell.

A ritual.

Your Holiness?

Ah!

What did he tell you?

Of whom do you speak,
Brother?

Hernando de Caballos.

Ah.

He told me of your
bravery at Forli.

How you stood side
by side with your men

and fought bravely on.

How you upheld
the name of Borgia

and protected the
honour of our family.

What else do you think
he might have told me, Brother?

And what did you
tell our father?

What could I tell him?
You know the truth.

You were there.

Have faith,
your Eminences.

Only 14 days until
the end of Lent.

Pure, Your Holiness.

We remain in the wilderness.

Super hoc expavit cor meum

et emotum est de loco suo.

A living death.

True.

Yet each time
he returns to life

with a renewed spirit.

He's at one with life

yet willing to go happily
to his own death.

He is ready then.

You have done your work.

Yes, but we have a hazard,
Brother Sylvio.

What is that?

Brother Bernadino.
The pope's taster.

Ah, yes, of course.

For as long as he remains
by the pope's side,

our mission
is in purgatory.

I hear the man is
a charitable soul.

There is the point.

It is one thing to kill
this pernicious pope,

for which
we have blessing,

but it is
quite another

to kill this Brother
Bernadino, a man of God,

devoted to his faith.

We too must have faith.

God will guide us.

Mm.

What's your prediction?

Of your condition?
What else?

In a word, my lord,
in the long term-

blindness, madness, death.

That is three words.

And then there is your leg.

If the contamination
cannot be abated,

it may have to be removed.

My leg?

That is to be my destiny-

a pox-ridden blind
madman with one leg?

We pray not, Excellency.

Relief is at hand.

Here is a medicament
much appreciated

by our Roman ancestors,

an extraction of
homegrown efflorescence.

Tell me what it does.

It has long been
known to relieve pain,

such as that in your leg,

and it also calms
disturbances of the bowel.

And let us not forget
my privy member.

I have often thought
that a fortune

might be made
by its export.

What's it called?

It's commonly
called opium.

Uh, sometimes it
is referred to

as the tears
of the poppy.

How very poetic.

Hm.

Calvino Pallavicini,
his good-for-nothing brother,

and his entire retinue-
Sh! Sh!

-of aides and auxiliaries,
repose at our expense,

while we wait for our daughter
to emerge from her chamber.

We would see an end to
this procrastination!

Sh!

I wish I hadn't been
volunteered for this.

Far better to
arrange a funeral.

The dead don't bicker.

The Pallavicini are a family

of immense power and influence.

Calvino Pallavicini
is a merchant of wealth,

they have a vast
array of ships,

and, what's more,
he has Spanish blood!

On the mother's side.

Well, any side will do!

We would see a
betrothal today!

We will do what we can.
Thank you!

Although why I am
charged with this task

remains a mystery.

Well, long may it remain so.

Incoming!

We need more hands
on the top level!

Good!

Beautiful.

We are being ridiculed, my sons.

From Rome to Venice.

The Friar Savonarola

is howling his
iniquities from Florence.

Posted on every tavern wall,

scrawled and scribbled,

Catherina Sforza's supposed
words: "Ten more sons."

I have heard these words.

A scurrilous fancy, Father.

But rumour has it

that you
captured her son

and she stood on
the battlements,

raised her skirts
above her head,

and said,
"Don't you realize, Borgia,

I can have 10 more sons?"

Lies, Father.

We would know the truth.

I captured her son,
laid siege to her castle,

Ludovico Sforza came to her aid,

and her son died
in the heat of the battle.

To which you gave your all.

Why do you say that?

Look!

This wound is killing me!

What more is there
for me to give?

It's all right, sit down.

Cesare.

I have no tale to tell.

The tale you do not tell is
why you chose not to warn me

of Ludovico Sforza's attack.

Had I known,
I would have warned you.

How could you
NOT have known?

I was sent by our Holy Father
on a different mission.

Had you not laid siege
to Catherina Sforza's bed,

there would have
been no bloodshed.

Ten more sons.

Ah!

Quiet.
Quiet.

Come on.

Do you know what
is more poisonous

than failure
in war or politics?

Ridicule!

Lady Lucrezia.

Oh.

You see, I'm following
your instructions.

Only meat.
Good.

I have never seen
these rooms before.

My father has made
you comfortable?

Yes.
Most generous.

And...
your brother?

I believe it is your brother
who travels with you, yes?

Yes.

Yes, he has a chamber-
here.

He's not here at this time.

Oh.

Your Excellency,
I think it is not appropriate

that we are alone together
without attendants.

You must excuse me.
Lady.

Lady Lucrezia.

You are VERY beautiful.

Thank you.

And you, your Excellency,
you are most handsome.

Enjoy.
God bless you!

Fresh fish!
Fresh fish!

His Holiness is immersed himself
in a theatre of penitence.

He has discovered
sobriety, abstinence.

It's as if the Lenten fast
had only just been invented.

The pope's taster buys
his food, chooses his fish,

guts them, prepares them.

You don't like
the smell of fish?

No.

But while the pope
still has a taster,

my mission remains
in purgatory.

I want only the best
for His Holiness.

God will show us the way.

The boy, Benito,

I leave him in your charge,
for safekeeping.

He must be given life.

You are an honoured guest,
Don Hernando.

I would have you stay.

Your Eminence,

I do not wish to play this game
I see you all play.

You Borgias.

The Sforzas.
Orsini. Medici.

All of you,
here in this beautiful land.

God gives you riches,
and you kill for more.

I would have no part of this.

I have said
all I wish to say of Forli.

You know the truth.

And your father,

he seeks truth
he already knows.

Hmm.

I would leave now,

before you find my body
floating in the Tiber.

The man I am to replace,
the pope's taster,

what kind of man is he?

Do you know him?

I know of him.

Is he of this order?

No, he's not.

Why do you ask,
little brother?

That I might learn how best
to become the pope's taster.

Is he a man of God?

He's known to be
a charitable soul.

Every day he distributes
food to the poor.

So, he is a man of God, then?

Wrong question.

The question is,

does Brother Bernadino
serve a man of God?

If goodness places itself
in the service of badness,

does it still deserve the name?

As a taster,
you must know your trade.

Which would you like?

It is impossible.
I cannot decide.

Choose.

This is torrone
with hazelnuts.

And this is canditi.

Yes.

I love them both.

Then which one will you eat?

I don't know.

What's your name?

Mother, what a question;
what game is this?

The game is your name,
Lucrezia.

What is your name?

Lucrezia.

Lucrezia who?

Borgia.

Yes, Borgia.

Do you understand?

You are a Borgia.

You can have both,
Lucrezia Borgia.

Now I see the game.

It is a game of love-
and lust.

And marriage.

Which is Raffaello
and which is Calvino?

It doesn't matter.

That's the point of the game.

Have both.

Marry one and have the other.

Have them one at
a time or two together,

it's no matter.

After a while you
will tire of both

and take a lover.

Lucrezia, look at me.

Look me in the eye.

Eat.

And now the other.

Mm.

Delicious.

There.

You see.

There's room for two.

Yes.

Ah, here he is.
My lord.

This is Mohammed.

Mohammed?
Here in the Holy City?

He can help you
ease your pain.

Go with him.

Trust him.

All will be well.

Doctor.

Come, my friend.

Please.

Yalla.

Almost there now.

Come.

Harrek.

Salama Alaykum

Breathe in slow-

Here you will find
nothing but friends.

What is it they're smoking?

It is opium.

When you cut the poppy,
it cries.

Come.

Join your new friends.

Ease your pain.

Poor, poor Benito Sforza.

What is to be done
with you, boy?

Washed up in Rome
like a stray dog.

Should I kill you?

Would it be a kindness
to put you down?

Because I am my mother's son?

Your mother
is a whore, boy.

Reason enough,
I would say.

My master summons you, boy.

You have truths to tell.

You are to come with me.

To my death?

Remains to be seen.

Who are you?

Holy Father,

I must speak with you.

I'm-

I'm-

Oh!

What-
what have they done?

Who are you?

I am Benito Sforza,

the son of Catherina Sforza,

and I am here to tell you-

I'm here to tell you
what truly happened

at the Siege of Forli.

My son!

So late to bed?

I'm a sleepwalker.

This wound will
not let me rest.

Is it your body or your
soul that needs healing?

Your defeat at Forli
may be atoned for.

We were betrayed, Father.

Surely you must realize that?

If I'd had word
of the attack,

Catherina Sforza
would be-

would be here now
in irons.

And her son, Benito?

Her son?
What of him?

Ah!

He's dead.

A small consolation.

Perhaps we should
suspend enmities.

Regroup our forces.

Until my leg is healed.

Hm.
Find someone else

to lead the papal
forces in your stead.

I lead your armies.

I defend this papacy,
I defend this family,

with my heart and with my soul.

Juan, in your condition

you are in no fit state
to defend anything.

Not even yourself.

If you were to rob
my sword from me,

my position, my respect,

then there is a price to pay.

If you take my honour,

you must take my life.

Mine to give, yours to take.

Juan.

Juan, you must sleep.

I will sleep with the knowledge

that my estate is secure.

Your estate remains
in your hands.

Now, come on.

Go and rest.

Boy, see to the horses!

I'll come back for the others.

Cardinal Borgia.

His Holiness sends
this boy to you

and charges you to return him
on your journey to Florence.

To where?

In his own words,
to the one who gave him life.

His mother.

What's this?

It's from the Holy Father
himself.

An olive branch
for my mother.

Peace?

An offering.

Here.

Cardinal.

Lady Lucrezia.

Raffaello Pallavicini da Genova.

I see you have been drawing.

Oh, um, some sketches,

from the Roman ruins
on the Via Aurelia.

I know it well.

Oh, I think you have
dropped something.

No, I think not.

Oh, yes, believe me,
I saw you drop it.

I think you had better
read it without delay.

Drink.

Lucrezia.

Are you saying
yes to my brother?

And I am saying yes to you.

I'll say yes to your brother
to keep you here.

Torrone morbido
or canditi.

Which would you have?

I like them both.

Ah.

So have both.

Mm.

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Fresh fish!
Fresh fish!

Fish for Lent!

Keep up with me, boy.

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They say drowning
is like dreaming.

Who is to know that?

Whoever came back
from the dead to tell?

Just give me the word,
Eminence, and it is done.

He carries
an olive branch.

And this would
bring peace?

I doubt it.

This boy is marked for life.

He has the smell
of revenge about him.

Let me kill him now

and that is
an end to it.

You may be right, but...

Ready!

I just offered to drown
you in that stream.

My master said no.

They say drowning
is like dreaming.

And how do you know that?

I heard you tell
your master.

Sweet Lady Lucrezia,

since my arrival here in Rome

I have been captivated
by the Holy City

whose beauty is only eclipsed

by the beauty of the woman
I now see before me.

Oh, so true.

As heir to my father,

Agostino Pallavicini
da Genova,

this bark I present to you
is a symbol

of the exotic
treasures and riches

which our fleet of ships
carry from around the globe

to our mighty port
of Genova.

All that is mine,

I now lay at your feet.

Oh.

We share a proud
Spanish heritage

and I pray to the almighty
God who rules us all

that you will accept
this offer of marriage

and of a binding alliance
between our families

against our common foes.

I thank you.

Then my answer is...

Yes.

All praise.

This is an historic occasion.

At last.

You have brought
light into our lives.

We thank the saints that
have given you this wisdom.

You remember this moment
as an act of mercy.

This dog will come
back and bite.

What was it the Spaniard said?

I fight men, not boys.

Open the gate!

Summon Lady Sforza!

Open the gate!

Bless you, little one.

You requested confession.

Yes.

I confess I have sinned.

And what is the
nature of your sin?

You must know it, Cardinal.

Or at least suspect.

What could I suspect?

Murder.

I created a vacancy
in the papal household.

I killed the one
I must replace.

Brother Bernadino.

My God.

One gentle push

while the good brother
fished the river

was all that was needed.

He struggled

but the weight of his
robes trapped him down.

God forgive us all.

Am I fulfilling my mission,
Cardinal?

More than one could
ever have hoped.

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