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- ...qui te custodiat
ab hoste maligno,

et perducat
in vitam aeternam.

Amen.

Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo,
lavabis me,

et super nivem dealbabor.

You are afraid
to enter, but you must.

- ...secundum multitudinem...
I am about to meet my maker.

I have confessed.
And I...

confess...
I am very afraid.

Colonna.

Sforza. Orsini.

Borgia.

- Your Holiness.
- Della Rovere.

- ...Gloria Patri...

- You will fight like dogs
over this corpse I leave

for this throne
of St. Peter's.

But it was pure once.

We have all sullied it
with our greed

and lechery.

Which of you...
will wash it clean?

- It shall be cleansed,
Your Holiness,

with the tears
we shed for you.

I swear
before the Living God.

- You swear thus?
A Spanish murrano? A white moor?

- As Vice-Chancellor,

I swear
before the Living God.

- And so do I, Your Holiness.
- And I, Your Holiness. - And I.

- Rest assured,
Your Holiness.

The glory of our Holy Mother Church
will be restored in my lifetime.

Please...

...God.

- There's a door behind-
leads to the street.

- The back passage?

You're a cleric?
- Didn't you notice?

- There was nothing
ecclesiastical about you

last night.
- By night...

By night I am
who I want to be.

By day, I am thus.

Lucrezia!

Sister!
- I spied a lady-another one!

- There's a punishment
for spying.

Can I come to your wedding?

- I'll never have a wedding,
you know that.

- No. You are betrothed to God.

Don't you love God, Cesare?

- More than I love you?

- Don't be sad, brother.

Maybe Papa will
become pope,

and you can be
who you want to be.

- If he does become pope,
I'll be what he wants me to be.

- Can a pope have children,
Cesare?

- I've heard it rumoured
that Pope Innocent has 12.

- But I have also heard
it rumoured that he is dying.

- No news in that.
He's been dying for weeks now.

- If he does die,
will our father wear his crown?

- The new pope will be elected by
the College of Cardinals, my love.

And only God can
predict the outcome.

- Well, since
you will have no wedding,

I will pray for God
to choose Papa.

I want to wear a beautiful white veil
crowned with pearls for his coronation.

- God may need some help,
then.

- What have they heard?
- The pope breathes his last.

- God rest his soul...

- We must get you out of here
before they lock the doors.

- And so it begins.
- You know what to do?

- Yes, Father.
- Keep our family safe.

Until the new pope is elected,
it will be anarchy in Rome-

every faction fighting
for its own candidate.

And if-after the first vote-
if the smoke is black-

- As you said, Father,
I know what to do.

I have waited
a lifetime for this moment.

We will go over it
again.

If we fail at the first vote,
I will send word...

- On the wings of a dove-

- ...names of those cardinals
who need persuading.

- With properties, benefices,
and, if need be, gold.

They call it simony,
Father.

- God will forgive us,
my son.

But I will
not forgive failure...

...from you
or your brother.

Am I understood?

- We will not fail you,
Father.

- Mm.

Go now.

- Back to Spain, Borgia!
You've had your day in Rome.

You can't wring any more favours from a dead pope.
- I was born here,

as far as I'm aware.
- If a pig is born

in a stable,
does that make him a horse?

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Rome is
for Romans now.

The new pope will see
to that.

- And if the new pope is
Spanish?

- And if my mother's
the Virgin Mary?

- Was the Virgin a Roman whore?
That's news to me.

- Excuse me.

- Ah!
- Ah...

- My brother speaks
before he thinks.

He begs your pardon.

I should have let them do it.
- Kill me? Your younger brother?

Our father would
never have forgiven you.

- Have you heard?

Even Gioffre has
heard. Have you not?

The pope has died.
- You know what that means?

- I know
there will be an election.

- And the city will be bedlam
until it's over.

Do you think
our father can win, Juan?

Are we allowed
to dream, Mother?

- Your father found ways to love and care
for us in this house, but I'm not sure

as pope he can do the same.
- As pope, he can do what he wants.

- Are you sure?

Kings and popes and emperors
belong to their peoples,

not to their families.

- So, we allow the election
to run its course,

and he won't be pope.
- What other course is there?

It's in the hands of God.
- It's in the hands

of the College of Cardinals, Mother.
It's not quite the same thing.

This one.

- Cardinal Borgia.
- My Lord Cardinal.

- Whoever wins this contest-
- Election.

- If you were
a different man...

...I might vote
for you.

You've performed your duties
as Vice-Chancellor admirably.

The Church has need
of your...

...organizational
genius.

- But...

- She has other needs
as well.

- And they would be?

- Honesty.

Probity.

Goodness.

- You find me lacking
in those qualities?

- Yes.

And so
I shall fight you.

To the end, and beyond that, if need
be, with any means at my disposal.

- I do tend to win
whatever battles I fight.

But what talk we
of fighting?

It is all
in God's hands.

Good night,
My Lord.

- To Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia,

four votes.

To Cardinal Ascanio Sforza,

six votes.

To Cardinal Guilliano
Della Rovere,

seven votes.

To Cardinal Orsino Orsini,

six votes.

None has the require
majority...

- Dominus Deum...

- After the death
of Pope Sixtus,

they holed us up here for a month...
- Appalling.

- The company was tolerable,
but as for the food...

I had to lead
the revolt-

insist our dishes could be
brought in from outside.

- How wise.

- And now there's crystal
in my soup.

- Please,

have mine,
Your Grace.

- Oh.

- Don't drink this.
It's vinegar; I've tasted it.

From my vineyards
in Valencia.

- How can I thank you?

- Hmm...
I wonder...

Mmm!

- ...est a me...

The rules are clear.
No outside contact is

permitted
under any circumstance.

- But you must know that
Cardinal Versucci's digestion is

very delicate.
- Which is why he has rabbit baked in milk.

- Ah.

Good.
And...

Cardinal
Piccolomini...

- Uh...

Suckling pig
with rosemary.

- Indeed. The well-being
of the curia...

...is of the greatest
importance. As Vice-Chancellor,

their health is my concern.
Mens sana in corpore sano.

- I think St. Augustine might
disagree with you. He extolled

the virtues of fasting.
- St. Augustine...

...never had to vote
in conclave.

My dear sons,

the Cardinals Versucci,
Piccolomini, and Sanso,

grant some titles

and benefices
from the Borgia abbeys,

monasteries, and bishoprics.

...Versucci,
Piccolomini, and Sanso,

grant some titles and benefices
from the Borgia abbeys,

monasteries, and bishoprics.

- Julius... Versucci...

- All rights
to the Abbey of...

...St. Catherine
of Siena.

Cardinal
Allesandro Piccolomini.

- Suckling pig

for the cardinal,
roasted.

- Roasted and...

...stuffed.

- Cardinal Julius Versucci.
- Uh, rabbit.

Rabbit...

...baked in milk.

- Tasty.

- Cardinal
Giuliano Della Rovere...

...has garnered ten votes.

Cardinal Ascanio Sforza,
five.

Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia has
garnered eight votes.

But none has the required
majority.

My dear son,

we are in sight
of our goal,

but now you must redouble
our efforts.

Send your brother
round the Borgia churches

to empty them of gold, ornament,
and precious stone.

- I have emptied the churches
of the Romagna.

I have
stripped altars bare.

They were rotten
with gold ornament.

- Yes, you are
a true reformer, brother.

- These cardinals know no vows
of poverty.

Why the dove,
Cesare?

- It has a dual purpose,
my love.

Like many things
in life,

it serves as both a symbol
and a messenger.

- A symbol of what?
- Of the uncorrupted soul.

- And a messenger of what?

- Of corruption.

- You mean to say it bears news
of how many votes

we must buy
in the Papal election.

- You are criminally
well informed, sis.

But I trust your soul is still
of the purest white.

- How many votes
must we buy him, Cesare?

- You know too much already,
don't you?

- You're wrong.
I know too little...

Dear Father,
nine mules laden down

with gold and treasure are being
distributed

to the palaces
of the following cardinals:

- Cardinal Guiliano Della Rovere
has garnered...

...Cardinal Ascana Sforza has
garnered four...

...Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia has
garnered ten votes.

None has the required
majority.

- Of course, Cardinal Sforza,
the entire conclave knows

that I cannot be both
Vice-Chancellor

and pope of Rome.

- Than you can no longer be
a Vice-Chancellor.

- You mean...

...I may yet be
pope of Rome?

- If you can find
a suitable Vice-Chancellor.

- And how would you describe
the qualities necessary

for a suitable Vice-Chancellor,
Cardinal Sforza?

- Discretion.
- Mm-hmm.

- Loyalty.

And a certain kind
of wisdom.

- Can you be
more specific?

- I would say
the one who would be suitable

as Vice-Chancellor would be wise to support
the Vice-Chancellor who would be pope.

- Hmm.

And I would say...

...we have an understanding.

- Cardinal Guiliano Della Rovere
has garnered seven votes.

Cardinal Alberto Colonna,
two.

Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia...

...fourteen.

Cardinal Borgia has
the required majority.

Cardinal Borgia has bought

the required majority.

- What is your implication?

- His implication is that
the throne of St. Peter's is

for sale.
- And has been bought

by a Spaniard
up to his elbows in simony.

- I see.

You would prefer it had been
bought by an Italian?

- By someone remotely worthy
of the papacy at least-

- Then my first act
as pope will be to institute

an enquiry
into the elective process.

My second, of course...

...will be to appoint
a Vice-Chancellor-

the greatest office,
with the greatest income,

in my gift.

Now, there are
two obvious choices:

Cardinals Della Rovere
and Orsini.

But the pope could
not possibly appoint one

who questioned his right
to be pope.

- That was
not my intention.

Nor was it mine.

- I see.

And the Spanish race is closest
to your bosom.

Can we proceed, then?
- To conclude:

Cardinal Borgia has the required
majority

An examination, testes
et pendentes, is required.

- And Cardinal Borgia is happy
to comply.

- Can there be any doubt
that the good cardinal is male?

- Not if we count
his children.

- Let him without children cast
the first stone.

- I have heard rumours...

...of a rhinoceros horn.
- Ooh, that small?

Boasting again?

- Oh, go on.
The suspense is killing them.

- Habet duos testiculos...

...et bene pendentes.

- So, he's got two testicles,
well hung.

- Deo gracias.

- Habemus papam!

Pater, et Filius,
et Spiritus Sanctus.

Amen.

- ...tu es
et dominus eternum...

...et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.
- Oh!

- Your sins are all forgiven,
sisters.

By the pope's bastard?

- Son!
His favourite son!

I ask to confess
to you, Holy Father,

because...
I have sinned.

- How have you sinned,
my son?

- I have corrupted
my soul.

I have pledged estates,
castles,

benefices
to your brother cardinals.

I have transferred the documents in
the innards of roasted beasts and fowls.

All to secure
your election as pope.

- And God will repay us
tenfold.

- But you must set my soul
at ease, Father.

Can a family such as ours
survive such a prize?

We are Spaniards.
They hate us.

The enemies we have at present
will be multiplied tenfold.

- God will protect his Vicar
on Earth, Cesare,

and those dearest to him.
- And will you inform God as to His duties in this regard?

- Why this blasphemous tone,
my son?

- Because I swear, if God
does not protect us, I shall.

- You are a bishop, Cesare. You have
no need of such temporal thoughts.

- You placed this collar
round my neck, Father.

You made God my calling.

But the sins I've committed for
you must convince you, surely,

that the Church is
not my calling.

I beg you now to release me of
my vows. Let me live as a layman.

As a soldier.

I can then protect our family from
the storm that surely must engulf it.

- You are my eldest son, Cesare. You were
always destined to be a prince of the Church.

- I would be a prince of state,
Father, and I think you know that.

- The papal army is small,
Cesare.

The battles I will fight will be
within these sacred walls.

This is where I will need
your help. Juan can...

...bear arms for the Borgia family,
and lead whatever army the pope has,

and I will not have my authority
questioned further on this.

Ego te absolvo ab omnibus
censuris, et peccatis,

in nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

- You think it fits me,
brother?

- You have broad shoulders.

- As have you.

Though it lacks
an insignia.

I thought a cape
to cover the breastplate,

with the Borgia Bull
in bright yellow.

- I favour black, myself.

- Black for the cleric,
but for the soldier,

a prancing bull
in yellow.

Or red, perhaps?

Black.

It suits you.

- Welcome, Papa.
- Oh, I've missed you.

So, you have won.
- Yes, I've won.

- You've won
what you always wanted.

My congratulations.

- And I have...
lost.

- But what have you lost, my love?
- You.

- You'll never lose me.

In spirit, maybe, but...

in the flesh,
I may have to.

- The pope cannot love?

- The pope can love God.

But to be seen
to love anyone else would be...

...unthinkable.

- So we'll find ways
to accommodate our affections.

Something
like we've always done.

- All of Rome knows you're
the mother to my children.

Not only must the pope be chaste;
he must be seen to be chaste.

- The children.

You can be seen
to love them, no?

- Of course!

- I always knew
this day would come.

As long as you are with me
in spirit...

- I always will be.
- And with no one else.

- That is equally impossible,
Vannozza.

- So we take vows of chastity
along with your new status?

Must we take vows
of poverty too?

- Poverty?

God forbid!

- For the ceremonial procession,

horses, arms and livery
for 700 priests and 23 cardinals

with their retinues,
knights, and grandees.

For Pope Alexander,
a ceremonial throne

constructed by Florentine
master builders,

gold and silver plated.

For the Borgia family,

a brocaded carriage,
gold inlaid,

refurbished in Venice.
- You look beautiful, Mother.

But you must try to remember
you're not in mourning.

- But perhaps I am.

- Like you are losing
your family?

The life we have lived.

- What are we gaining?

- The future.

***

- Step! Step!

- Take the tiara...

...which is ornamented
with three crowns...

...and be aware...

that you are father
of kings and monarchs,

lord of the globe,

earthly resident
of our Lord Jesus Christ,

our Redeemer,

who shall have
the power

and the glory
forever and ever.

Amen.

His Holiness,

Pope...

...Alexander Sixtus.

- That is so many titles,
Cesare.

What will his family
call him now?

- Holy Father.

- That's easy.

Even I can remember that.

- ...grants to all faithful
here present

a plenary indulgence...

- And tell me, dear brother-
- What, sis?

- What must I call myself?

Holy Daughter?

- You are still
Lucrezia Borgia, my love.

You will only change your name
when you marry.

- And when will I marry?
- Never, if I can help it.

- But surely it is good
to marry, Cesare?

- As the pope's daughter,

you will have every prince
of Europe vying for your hand.

They may care very little
for your heart.

- Perhaps I should do
as you have done, brother-

take Holy Orders.
Give my heart to God.

- That might be
the safer option, my love.

- Does Papa have
so many enemies?

- As our father,
perhaps not.

But as pope...

- I am Rodrigo Borgia
no longer.

I am Alexander Sixtus.

- But you know
who you are.

My father, still.

- I am no longer "I".
I am... "we".

We felt so...
alone out there.

When the crown touched
our head.

Humbled, even.

Even frightened.
- You surprise me, Father.

- You would surprise yourself if
such destiny ever brushed against you.

Quite alone...

...with just the...

...silence of God...

...as your witness.

- But He must already be
pleased, Holy Father.

Ahhh!

Indeed?

Why?

- Because the earth has
not yet swallowed us.

- Here we are.

You must help me,
Cesare.

You must help me
interpret...

...the great silence
of God.

Wait!
Let me!

Come.
- Help me... do His will.

We have been entrusted...

...with the keys
to His kingdom.

- The King of France must be
aware, Ambassador,

that we have placed the papal
mitre in the hands of an ape.

- He has hopes, Cardinal, that the
office brings its own grace with it,

and that the grace of God can
transform the worst of men.

- And if it doesn't?

- We will observe with interest
what harm a mitred ape can do.

- Hm.

- These offices we grant
in the full expectation

they will be used wisely
for the restoration

of the honour
of our Holy Mother Church.

Dominus vobiscum.

Dominus vobiscum.
- And, finally,

the greatest office in our gift,
the post of Vice-Chancellor,

the office that stands
a reed's width

from our papacy.

We grant...

...the most august,
the most valued colleague,

the brightest hope
for the future of the Church,

Cardinal...

...Ascanio Sforza.

- Simony!

I charge you now
in public

with trading sacred offices
like a market huckster!

- May I remind the cardinal
he is in consistry.

- Perhaps we misheard him.

- That office was promised
to me.

- Ah.
Did you pay for it?

- With my acceptance
of your foul election.

- When the pope pledges
to banish all suspicion

of simony from the cardinalate,
he keeps his word.

God has chosen us
as a new broom

to sweep the Vatican clean
of corruption, which is

precisely why we choose one
who has no expectation

of advancement-
Cardinal Sforza.

- And I pray I may prove worthy
of the honour.

- And I pray so too.

In fact,

I fully approve
of his new... broom.

Kiss the ring,
you fool.

- As do I.

And I deeply regret
my recent intemperance.

In honour of his appointment,
I invite Cardinal Sforza,

and Your Holiness

and the College
of Cardinals

to a banquet
at my palace

in two days' time.

- Are you going
to share it with me?

- Share what,
Holy Father?

- Why you bring a monkey
to a banquet?

- Oh, I fear the other cardinals might
not share your appetite for reformation.

- And your monkey does?

- Why, yes. He is an excellent
judge of appetite.

- Huh!

Reform to our Holy Mother Church
may happen slowly, but...

God has spoken to me as he spoke
to my predecessor, Pope Innocent.

Happen it must.

- Shall we dine on gruel
tonight, then, Your Holiness?

I could inform my cooks.
- We are your guests tonight, My Lord Cardinal. We will dine

according to your choosing.

- Thank goodness.
I can have the wine poured?

- Let me taste that.

- It is of an excellent vintage,
My Lord.

- I have no doubt.

Oh!

- And how is his palate?

- Well, it's superb.

He salutes your good taste.
- Thank you.

- A great wine,
like the papacy itself-

mature, rounded,

its roots in the soil,
its bouquet in the heavens,

consumed by a monkey.

- I suspect a metaphor is
lurking there, My Lord Cardinal?

- We are but animals
blessed with an eternal soul.

There go we,
but for the grace of God.

It seems nature,
not metaphor, calls.

He begs Your Lordship's pardon.

Excuse me.

Excuse my monkey.

Why such a hurry?

My God, you're fast.
- For a cook.

And you for a cleric.

- On kitchen duty?

- For tonight.

- Who pays you?
- Cardinal Orsini.

- Whatever you're being paid,
I'll double it.

I could use someone that fast.
- You could?

- Oh, yeah.

But not that stupid!

- Far from stupidity,
sire.

I imagine from your offer
that you have need of me, yes?

So to kill the servant you have
need of would indeed be stupid.

- Call me stupid, then. Tell
me, tell me why I shouldn't. Hmm?

- Because of the sixth
commandment, thou shalt not kill.

- I'll be forgiven.
The pope is my confessor.

- Because you'll never meet
another assassin like me.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

But we were talking terms, yes?
- We were.

- I would gladly work
for the pope or the pope's son,

for these cardinals can,
as you know, prove fickle,

and it seems
someone as pitiless as you-

- Yes?
- Needs someone as pitiless as me.

- Elaborate.

- I have smothered infants
in their beds.

But only
when their parents paid me.

- And in the powder?

- Eternal life.

- For whom?
- You. Your father.

- It's not very subtle.

- No subtlety needed
tonight.

They all want you dead.

- Serve this...

...to Orsini.

- Your Grace.

You are bleeding.

- Damned monkey bit me.

- Animals will do that.
They lack soul.

- I propose a toast.

To harmony,

amongst us,

servants of God.

- Harmony.
- To the communion of saints and the forgiveness of sins.

- Amen.

I'd like to propose
a second toast. To metaphor.

Why metaphor?
- Because she's so

infinitely pliable. A prince
one minute, a monkey the next.

And what her hidden meaning is only
God in His infinite wisdom knows.

- I propose another toast.

To monkeys.
- Monkeys?

- They lick your hand
one minute,

bite your neck the next. And everyone knows
what you do with the monkey that bites you.

- And what do you do
with the monkey that bites you?

Your Eminence, you're ill.

- You wring its neck.

Poison.
- Poison!

- I accuse!

- The cooks?
Come, Father.

Send for help!

- The poison was meant for us.
- That's not possible.

- We were saved by a monkey,
Father.

- You don't poison the pope!

- Are you aware
what the gossips call you?

The mitred ape. Half of Rome was
waiting to celebrate this outcome-

- You poison a rat,
you poison a rabid dog!

Not the Vicar of Rome,
not the heir to St. Peter!

Bring my carriage!
- The idea offends you?

- It offends me, it offends
nature, it offends God Himself!

- So, God will take His revenge, then.
- Yes, He will. With our help.

- Go!
Yah!