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Previously on" The Borgias"...

You are the joy of my life.

You know that I know that this is not true.

How long could we last like this?

Rumour has it there are three in this marriage, not two!

Do not provoke me, my lord.

It could cause public scandal...

If you intimate any impropriety between us.

We are a family. We love each other.

Where is the scandal?

I would confound this Pope. - More than you have already?

I have the arms, the cannon and the castle, this is our moment.

Catherina Sforza talks with Naples.

She reinforces her stronghold, she requisitions

cannon, she will soon be impregnable.

You're in charge of my sister's protection.

I would know where she is, where her husband is, at every hour of every day.

I was prisoner in Naples and now I am prisoner in Rome!

Cesare Borgia comes and goes like a ghost in the night.

We know he has the French king in his pockets,

The French army at his beg and call and what he will do next?

You hate him, don’t you?

I love my hide more than I hate it.

Let this be a lesson to those who would betray me.

Catherina Sforza gathers allies to her daily.

The ending will be war.

Give me command!

We share the same name!

What are your aims? You do not share them with us.

If we weaken now, they destroy us.

I'll carve you out an empire. Trust me.

Rome is no longer the Borgia pope alone. Rome is Cesare Borgia also.

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" The Borgias" 03x10 " The Prince" Series Finale.

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I have no servants here nor in Rome, my lord.

Florence can no longer afford them.

Democracy, Signor Machiavelli.

They say it has its merits.

What would you say, is the perfect crime, my lord?

One without a victim?

No. The one without a suspect.

And I have often thought...

that whoever killed your brother remained unsuspected...

but made a suspect of everybody.

Such a one has committed the perfect crime.

And such a one may one day make the perfect prince.

How can one be a prince without a principality ?

One cannot.

which is why, I presume, you came to talk to me of Forli.

If Rome moves on Forli, what will Florence do?

You know well what Florence will do. What we always do... nothing.

We must cross the border to Florence to get there.

Do so then at night.

But armies make noise.

I will ensure they move quietly.

No disturbances , no pillaging.

Two armies I have heard, double the noise.

Can you keep a secret?

The French army is already there, in the Romagna forests.

Well beyond Florentine borders.

I will send the papal army ahead of me, under cover of night.

What? No grand departure, no cheering crowd?

No, nothing like that.

And it is better if you know nothing of my progress .

I will have them at the borders of Florence before Florence awakes.

But we cannot justify to the Florentine ambassador? We don't have to.

I have his assurance, we can skirt their territories and move on.

True wisdom is knowing that you know nothing.

I will carve you out an empire, father.

Who will rule it after We are gone?

All the same discord.

Votes in conclave, bonds sold, families and factions, blade against blade.

Would not it be... simpler...

just to hand on the keys of St. Peter from father to son?

Primogeniture.

It's the simplest and most efficient transfer of power known to men.

Like ... Like a monarchy.

No.

God's true Kingdom here on Earth.

Handed... from father to son.

Is God served well by the papal elections?

Is the College of Cardinals mentioned in the Gospel?

No. That is the past.

Primogeniture is the future.

Simple preordained.

-The world would not tolerate... Not yet, but...

See, we have the power to make and unmake

monarchies, but we have no kingdom of our own.

Now if you... ..create for Us a kingdom...

We will write the book of our future,

The future of the Church and the world we live in will be ours.

Yours. And your children.

You say nothing?

I am... ..stunned into silence.

Why do you think we wished you a cardinal?

So you would be pope one day.

Carve us out a kingdom, Cesare.

And be both King and Pope.

You saw what happened to Collona, so you know the rules.

We knew them already my lord.

Good..

Never presume that I will not act on my worst instincts.

Or that it is not in your best interest to stay loyal to me.

We have an army here.

It is well stocked, powdered at last.

It has generals. They imagine they rule. They don't.

You rule.

Armies act like locusts on the lands they move through.

You will prevent these armies from doing so.

You will attack one citadel and one citadel only.

The Citadel of Forli.

And now, my friends, meet your troops.

What does this sword read?

Aut Caesar, aut nihil!

So we are with him now.

I would not be against him.

What does this sword read?

Aut Caesar, aut nihil! Aut Caesar, aut nihil!

-Aut Caesar, aut nihil! - Either Cesare or nothing.

Aut Caesar, aut nihil!

We ashamed him, brother.

I have?

In more ways than I can count.

He knows.

Somehow he knows.

Why is it your touch is the only one that soothes me?

You ​​spent a lifetime running away from me.

I'm tired of that.

I'm tired of my husband.

I'm tired of life.

The only thing that never tires me is you.

You tell me why... why...

why we're... ..cursed with

this feeling that feels so... ..natural?

and good?

Why when we are together God seems to sit in a room with us?

And when you're away...

I manage to forget you.

Then one touch of your hand, and God comes rushing back...

God or the Devil?

Whatever it is, it overwhelms.

I have to leave soon.

Yes I know.

You have your army at last.

You have castles to knock down.

Will you think of me a little? And will you promise to protect yourself?

What could console you, sis?

The one thing that could, I think is another child.

My husband seems only capable when he is on his cups.

As he is now.

-Brother! - Alfonso.

-Or is it Il Duce? That too.

Do you... have you met my shadows?

They watch me drinking, they watch me fuck...

I had a brother who smelled like that.

-Like what? -Wine. Too much.

But he died.

Yes, of the same. -Of what?

Indulgence!

-Stop, my love. Can't you hear?

-His army is on the march. Can I join? -Alfonso!

Oh no. I think we can all agree I'm useless here, but I can wield a sword!

Put it down, my love. -I can even draw blood.

Do not.

I'd welcome a challenge.

A conquest of any kind.

Am I hired then?

When I return, I will consider a commission.

Until then, rest your blade.

I bet you could fight, mother.

I can scratch, like a cat.

I've lost my henchman.

I miss his council.

I could council if I can not fight.

He could read me... like a book.

Then he had to move, without a sentence, without a word.

Armies needs whores, don't they?

I used to be a whore.

Don't.

The truth hurts. -You were a courtesan.

I will not be the son of a whore.

Maybe what you are.

So, we came from nothing?

Not if your father has his way.

He ​​has ambitions. More than even I could dream.

Tell me.

I can't. I fear to even think of them.

Fear? You?

Haven't heard that before.

I have many fears.

Most of them about Lucrezia.

Keep her safe.

She can hardly move with the guards that minds her.

That minds her husband.

You don't trust him?

To keep her out of harms way? No, I don't trust him.

But that's about to change, mother.

Not again.

Knight! Open the gates!

-Tell me. What do you think?

It's begun.

His army marching at night from Rome.

Ten days away.

You can count? Good, you will need to.

They are in their thousands, equipped for the siege.

We have ten days at least to prepare.

Our plan, unless someone has a better one,

is to stock up on enough supplies to outlast any siege.

I want every ounce of grain, all poultry, livestock brought to the city.

Captain! There's movement!

There!

General!

I want to cut all the forests around Forli.

Every tree, every bush, every hiding-place.

I want an open plain below these battlements.

A clear field of fire, where everything that moves is a target.

Dig trenches along these borders, here, here and here.

with a covering of wattle and ditches, dikes, sharpened spikes below.

- Ma'am! - Engage the enemy on their approach...

Draw them toward the trenches.

- My lady, forgive me... - Our cavalry leap the trenches...

draws their infantry in and their canon cannot cross.

- What is it? - You must see this.

- Can't it wait? - No!

Cesare Borgia does not wait.

Close the gates!

But you saw his army leave Rome!

Ten days away!

He had a second army, from France.

That he managed to hide somewhere, somehow .

We're under siege!

We're under siege already and winter is coming!

Go on.

But as Christian merchants, they must also contribute a tide to the Church.

- They have heard rumors that... - The siege of Forli has begun.

What a surprise.

The papal army barely left Rome!

Your son hides armies the way

The Venetian ambassador demands an audience, as

do the ambassadors of Umbria, Ferrara, Bologna,

and the Holy Roman Empire, it's going to be a busy morning, Holiness.

Get them to address their questions to our son,

Gonfaloniere, the papal army, Duke Valentino.

And where might we find him?

With his armies, we presume.

Wherever they may be.

You have raised a hornets nest and is not yet noon!

Good. Let surprise be our secret weapon.

An army in place, another one lumbering around in full public view.

We would have appreciated being told.

It is better to know or not to know, when you must plead ignorance?

Oh, we would rather speak the truth.

If truth be told.

Then I must leave you in ignorance.

There will be a price to pay for your French involvement.

Naples?

The French ambassador will be seeking an audience.

Ah, well..we would happily send Naples to the dogs...

..if, your sister could be spared any further discomforture.

-I wasn’t here. What?

You haven't seen me... or spoken to me.

No, we address an empty bed.

We have never realised it would provide such fun!

So... Remain invisible.

To everyone, but us.

Make way!

Tell me your worst.

Florence was so surprised by your siege of Forli...

they hardly noticed the army moving past their hinterland.

Can I impose on you once-more then?

Does it involve the security of my homeland?

Perhaps.

King Louis of France is at present in Milan

And he will not long remain there?

No, he wants his beloved Naples back.

And how can I be of help with such a terrifying prospect?

You could advise him...

that once I have taken Forli, I will deal with Naples.

My sister Lucrezia will act as its regent and will rule it in his name.

Does your sister know of her intended destiny?

She is the most capable person I know.

And her husband, will he have a role to play?

I should never ask that, should I?

Vitelli!

Why the need of the siege towers?

Don't you trust your cannon?

Those walls are 12 feet thick.

They've never yet been breached,

so we may need other options.

You must eat... my lady.

What is on offer?

Trapped pigeon or a rat?

The usual broth.

Or whatever remains.

What if this is the end?

I cannot believe you said that.

I've lost my son, my people starve... and freeze...

Something will come.

Some deus ex machina.

You've no option but to fight.

Nothing to negotiate with.

My body... It is no longer young.

But it teased him once.

I have heard the rumors.

My legend... You cannot negotiate with that.

No. .. no.

My legend demands I go down in flames.

Or die on some blade.

Or live... in triumph.

But I do not see a triumphant outcome, unless I am missing something, am I?

-It is not yet the end. -No.

No, these walls are 12 foot thick, no cannon can fell that.

Our choice is to starve, slowly or surrender.

And I will never surrender.

Promise me one thing.

Whatever happens...

Do not let him take me alive.

I'll do my utmost.

And if you survive, you should consider your future.

What future?

Cesare Borgia.

He ​​may be the future.

Micheletto?

Where have you been?

Talking to God.

And what did He say?

Nothing.

So you'll be with me once more?

You can batter those walls for weeks... it will have no effect.

Just came to tell me that?

I was born in Forli, do you forget?

Come.

There is an old Roman quarry...

that runs beneath the north tower, next to the gate.

You measure your distance... triangulate a path.

Put ​​down a marker above, bombard that spot.

That tower will fall.

You can't just leave like that.

Who is to stop me?

You?

I'm dead.

Follow the old riverbed.

There's some overhanging vines, you'll find an entrance.

Goodbye, Cesare Borgia.

What is this place?

An old Roman quarry.

If my informant is right, the north tower is above us.

And the gates are there.

And if he is wrong?

If he's wrong, he's wrong. Let's assume he is right.

How do we measure?

We'll have to pace it out.

Figure out North by Northwest.

And then triangulate.

Let's get to work then.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8...

This can work, but it'll have to be exact.

-It's 248 Steps northwest. -Northwest.

Exactly.

-Never going to work. No it can work. It can work!

If you do not believe, sit and watch.

Never thought I'd see you holding this.

Not for long.

Here my lady.

5,6,7...

Here.

120, 121...

I should kill you now.

You can't. I bear a white flag. You can also talk.

Not with a Borgia.

I've had duplicity enough for a lifetime.

I'm not my brother, Catherina. No...

You do not torture boys... You kill them.

He was under arms.

There are many, thousands within these walls who are not.

Aah... There are boundaries you draw?

Don't you even want to hear my terms?

I think I know them, but refresh my memory...

Surrender. You, your arms, your castle, and I will spare the populace.

As I told your dead brother, I will never bow to the whore-master of Rome.

My lord.

-Did I pace it right? - I counted, 248.

-And the direction? -I checked, northwest.

Let me be clear on this...

You want to strike the ground beneath the wall, not the wall itself?

The white flag.

Be prepared for laughter, derision.

I'll welcome it.

Load it up.

Aim.

Fire. Fire!

It's target practice! Couldn't even hit there!

Once more! Reload.

Fire!

- Well done! Bull's eye! - Give him the prize!

Reload!

Fire!

Again! Fire!

Again!

Fire!

Faster!

Fire!

Reload!

Fire!

The wall is down!

O ye of little faith, get the armies in line.

Now it begins.

Prepare the attack!

Now!

Prepare to march!

Charge!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop! Stop! I don't want a massacre!

Do you want me? Do you want me?

Have me!

Blow me into a thousand pieces.

Come on, aim your bows everyone, I want to see a thousand arrows piercing!

Like a porcupine!

Aim the rope.

Come on!

You can have your life, Catherina!

No, I do not want it anymore.

Come on, give me a legendary death.

Does it take a Catherina Sforza to kill a Catherina Sforza?

Damn you, Spanish halfbreed!

-You will live, I insist. -Why?

Because I want you to.

The key.

I should have stabbed you on this bed. We both know that.

But you didn't.

Do not touch my dress!

Forgive me, but I would not have you seen in public like that.

Why do you care?

I have tamed the legend... The Tigress of Forli.

I want have you dress to the occasion.

Yellow and black.

Tiger Stripes.

Take her a cage. A golden one.

Line it with hermin and black satin like a hearse.

Have it pulled by liveried, tethered horses.

I want her entry to Rome to be spectacular.

We've captured a legend, she should be seen as one.

And then? -I will prepare premises in the Castle Sant'Angelo.

The prison can become your castle.

She deserves nothing less.

She had an assassin, didn't she?

Rufio.

The master of the arts of death.

He is still missing?

Yes

If you see this Rufio, send him to Rome as well.

Come. But don't claw me.

I have no claws left.

Then take my hand.

Take my arm.

This is my wake, not my wedding.

So take it.

Why?

You took it once.

My lady.

Would it not have been simpler my lady, to have come of your own free will?

I'm sure in the end, it would have been the same.

- Am I to be put to the rack? - No.

We have rooms prepared for you.

Fit for your station.

With a beautiful view of St. Peter's.

Don't be so rash, Your Holiness.

I still have teeth.

Release him from the wall.

Have they abused you, Rufio?

I had a man like you once, capable of any task.

Beyond virtue, beyond good and evil, beyond everything but loyalty.

I asked you to meet me in confession, Father.

Because you have sinned?

No, because it is the only place I cannot be overheard.

My brother has spies everywhere.

Should I put myself forward?

They seem unbreakable, I like that.

Is this an offer of employment?

I could set you a task, see how you perform.

Tell me.

- I have been a bad wife. - You strayed?

As I said, Father, this confession is false.

As everything around us is false.

I asked you here to meet with me to tell me privately just one true thing.

I need someone... ..done away with.

In such a way that suspicion can never rest on me, my family, anyone to do with me.

Do you have a name?

It is rumored that Cesare has designs on Naples.

I know that he has had some dealings with the French king.

If all of this is true, then my husband is as good as dead.

Alfonso of Naples, Prince of Bisceglie.

Husband to your sister.

Yes

And you want to use me? That's clever.

- And if I am caught at the job? - Will you be?

What do you think?

- You should not listen to rumor. - I have no other confidant.

And this is a simple inquiry from a daughter to her father.

Once believed that she is close to his heart.

- But you are. - Don't lie to me, Father!

Now that your ambitions is at one with my brother, that ambition is multiplied tenfold.

So I ask again about Naples.

Your silence is my answer.

- Time to go home. - My lord.

Lucrezia?

Lucrezia?

Lucrezia?

- Lucrezia? - Is indisposed.

Alfonso.

I told her I would be coming here tonight.

Come to release us, is that it?

Release me, finally?

-Yes. You're free to go. -Free?

The city is yours.

Without shadows? -Go wherever you want, alone.

The way your brother went?

I warn you.

An anonymous blade. Splash in the Tiber... Or was the blade your own?

Brother!

Prince to you, not brother.

Husband to your sister!

Enough!

Of course you love your sister!

Too much.

Stop!

No!

It's not what you think. No, brother, no!

No, no, no!

He challenged me, he tried to run me through and fell on my blade.

Let me go! Call a medic. Call a medic!

No! No! Go!

He killed me.

He killed me, my love. Killed me. No! No!

As you both wanted...

I don't feel my hands! Let me go!

Get off me!

Release me and let me!

Chew on this. Chew! Chew!!

Here, my love.

For pain, take.

Hold on.

Wait here. I may yet need a professional.

Stand still.

What can you do? -Nothing. Let it run its course.

It could take days.

My love!

Leave it to the family then.

I know you have the means to end this agony.

So if you ever loved me, you'll do me this one last favor.

I can not.

Yes you can!

Go. You're a Borgia.

Is that all I am now, brother?

A Borgia.

Professional.

Lucrezia?

Lucrezia?

Lucrezia?

I will never wash this blood away.

Then I must.

You'll be naked, clean and bloodless again.

And mine.