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Previously on The Borgias:

The entire Turkish navy could be burnt to a cinder.

What other gifts do you have to bring us?

All roads lead to Rome

And pass through the Romagna.

Our men, united under a common banner

will tip the scales one way or another.

I have my child, my husband

I have everything I wanted.

- Everything? - Almost everything.

Caterina Sforza has a dark shadow

that has crossed us twice now.

- What are you doing here? - Let's go.

We must know when they will move on Forli.

Who did you copy this from?

The boy I had to maintain.

Your Highness, how would you define my ambassadorial duties?

You must keep me informed of your brother's designs.

You are a prisoner, my dear. Plain and simple.

Who are we to trust?

You can trust me, father.

You have no alternative.

King Frederico of Naples is in league with Caterina Sforza.

She will be kept hostage, the moment we attack Forli!

And why am I a prisoner?

Because you chose the wrong brother.

The spy...

...kill him.

- How do I leave? - You could make them sleep.

I put a whole village to sleep once with this.

Why? Why did you become my lover? Why?

Because I was made an offer.

You tell me how you wish to die, Pascal.

In your arms.

- Hold me. - Give me your left hand.

I see colors

and stars

They say that is your soul leaving your body.

Will you let me go?

Never.

You're crying.

Tears of blood.

Forgive me.

You have killed so many.

But none like you, boy.

Well Naples may have her failings, fair ambassador

but let no one deny, she knows how to celebrate.

So you approve of my little display?

It's a wondrous addition.

To Bacchus! To a full grape!

These men are guards, my liege, they will not partake?

Your guards?

- Our jailers. - Your protectors.

No, they must stay ever alert

to the slightest hint of danger to your persons.

Given the day we are celebrating

let me thank them for their service.

Do you guardians have names?

Hm.

And would you share them with your humble charge.

I'm Oliveretto. He's Francesco.

Ha! A token of my gratitude

?

Good health!

My God, Lucrezia.

Don't worry Maria, they're not dead. They're just sleeping.

Lucrezia, it's as if a witch had cast a spell.

We are in a fairytale.

The witch is me

and a magical carriage will come and whisk us to safety in Rome.

My thanks.

If you do not mind my Lady, we take our pickings.

It would not have been possible without our little troop.

No, of course. My thanks.

- I'm right behind you. - Take care, Bruno.

Micheletto doesn't flee.

He has, my Lord, there's no sign of him.

So you say you've been searching?

Since the morning.

He has vanished without trace.

And you will find no trace

unless he wants you to.

His only code was loyalty.

Can one of you replace him?

My lord?

Don't even try to answer that.

We ride to Naples within the hour.

Do you expect to die soon, dear?

Oh, the grave awaits us all, Vanozza.

We would have our family rest together.

Is there room in there for me?

For you?

A nook, perhaps?

Have you spoken to our eldest son?

Hardly. He comes and goes like a ghost at night.

Well, if he has plans, we would know of them.

Did you think he shares them with me?

You are his mother.

Cesare Borgia is well nigh unknowable.

Like a sphinx. You know he has the French king in his pocket

and the French army at his call. I haven't been able to.

What he's gonna do next?

- Have you tried talking to him? - He never seemed to talk to.

- Have you tried forgiving him? - For what?

For whatever lies between you two.

- And what's that? - Only you two know.

That's the trouble.

- You're too alike. - Hmm.

The trouble is

I miss him.

He called Naples a garden of weeds, Micheletto.

But you will need a hundred times these men to take it.

I don't want Naples yet, I want my sister.

Brother.

Stop! Stop.

Cesare!

Cesare!

At last.

- We were captives. - I know, you were betrayed.

I was betrayed. All of us.

Never again.

Not everyone got a love like that.

- Like what? - Like brother and sister.

- Another relic? - Yes, Holiness.

What? The head of John the Baptist, perhaps?

No, Holiness.

A relic of a more recent drama.

What?

A relic of your crusade against the Turkish navy.

Achieved in one fell swoop.

Oh, that Venetian ships can ply the Adriatic once more.

You can charge them for the privilege

and forgo your tithe on my Hebrew brethren.

You work you stratagem with oil.

Would you do the same with sulfur?

Sulfur?

We would control

the supply of sulfur in this land.

Sulfur and saltpeter make gunpowder.

Any alchemist can make saltpeter.

But sulfur must be drawn from the bowels of the earth.

And there is only one source.

The Solfatara Caldera.

We would use the coin you have saved us

to buy of the whole supply

and deprive our enemies of gunpowder.

- Your enemies being? - Oh, it doesn't matter.

Milan, Sforza's Naples, France,

whoever wants to wage war will need our compliance.

And how does this help my people?

There will come a time. Favors will be repaid.

And you will be our agent in this.

But nothing must connect you to us.

And you should present yourself as a Christian.

Holiness, I cannot.

You'll be trading beyond Rome's protection.

The laws of Abraham forbid...

We ask you to present yourself, not to convert.

Get rid of that...

Hebrew...

garb.

Trim those locks,

and pray to who you will in private,

but in public...just...

...show a little piety.

You are a Christian now.

No, but I can pretend.

I serve a Christian pope so you can remain a Jew.

And I may have a task for our brethren.

From the sulfur mines of Solfatara.

- Come. - You're home.

Thank god!

Orsini, I have a task for you.

You know I'm at your service, my Lord.

The only one I could trust with my family's safety, has vanished.

You can trust me.

Well, let us see.

You're charged with my sister's protection.

And that of her husband, and her child.

You'll chose her staff, and cooks,

a childs nursemaid and man servants.

And I would know where she is, where her husband is,

at every hour of every day.

Is that task enough for you?

I'll take him now.

Sweet boy.

- He's home once more. - Does he remember?

The Vatican?

Home.

Home!

It doesn't feel like home.

- Are you lost, sis? - Perhaps.

He will need a bigger cod

How's he?

- He made you smile? - No, you did.

I did? How?

Because you are the joy of my life.

The light of my days.

You know that I know that that isn't true.

How long could we last like this?

How long does marriage last?

Tell me, the income from this pit in a month is...

You must speak to the proprietor.

Where is the proprietor?

There are many scattered through the region.

Their families divide the spoils.

Tell them I would buy this years supply.

In total?

Tell them I would buy every ounce of sulfur

this mine produces throughout this coming year.

And whatever else lies in storage.

You're contemplating a war, sir?

A war or a peace, does it matter?

This house is yours.

Signor Orsini will see to your protection.

- Why here? - You need premises of your own.

To avoid prying eyes. A place that is safe, protected.

I will not have your safety compromised.

- And my husband? - What of him?

- If he were to arrive back to Naples... - I would not allow it.

If you cannot prevent it.

You know me sister, certain things I will not countenance.

- He could cause public scandal if he.. - He what?

Intimates any impropriety between us.

We are family, we love each other.

We are Spanish, we embrace. Where is the scandal?

You know where the scandal is.

There's a warehouse filling with sulfur as we speak.

I'll make a Christian of you yet.

My reward being your heaven.

Christian, and an optimist.

We like that.

Nobody knows of it's location?

And they will all blame each other for the lack of powder.

You wanted to sow confusion.

You read us too well.

- Twenty five silver. - Is there gold in those wagons?

- What did I pay you for? - Silence.

Gold that burns?

- Father. Caterina. - Hmm?

You must resolve this.

Or it will be resolved for us.

How?

She plots with Naples, she reinforces her stronghold, she requisitions canon.

She will soon be impregnable.

Are you so sure?

Yes. Yes, I'm certain.

I cannot understand why you don't share my certainty.

Certainty is the preserve of youth.

I still have to wait.

I know your coffers are full.

I know your crusade was an illusion.

I know you are re-equipping the papal armies. As you should.

Can you give me permission to survey them at least.

Survey them, my son.

See our Rome's defenses secure.

But as for the spider of Forli...

... I have reason to believe she will wait.

Florence will neither help nor hinder us.

And Machiavelli?

Will do nothing.

His nothing is worth a lot.

He will deny them passage across Florentine lands.

Good news.

Now the bad.

Our powder is almost out.

- Powder? - Gunpowder.

For the Canon.

Supplies of sulfur dried up.

Some agency or person has bought them all up.

Cesare Borgia!

- Is he that clever? - Let us hope not!

Nurse, I need an earth for my jug. _

Where's my maid-servant?

She's indisposed... my Lady.

- Who appointed you? - The master of the household.

- Who is master of the household? - I am, my Lady.

- And who appointed you? - Signor Orsini.

Oh.

This behemoth fires the ball with 300 pounds.

Admirable.

- But there is a problem. - Problem?

The powder to fire the ball.

Gunpowder is made of saltpeter and sulfur.

Saltpeter we have in plenty, but the supplies of sulfur have dried up.

How can they just...dry up?

Someone has been buying the supplies. From Solfatara Caldera.

And that someone has in their power a moratorium on warfare.

What a clever man.

Caterina Sforza?

Too clever, even for her.

We need a spy out there, someone to smell out sulfur.

Prospero.

I shall sniff it up, my Lord.

A bird in a cage.

How appropriate.

We are fully armed, my Lord.

As I can see. But for what?

For whatever his Holiness intends.

- Cesare Borgia! - Alfonso.

Finally we're on first-name terms.

Spar with me, brother.

- Brother-in-law. - You'd love me as a brother.

- Have you ever loved your brother? - I did.

- Mightily. - So I've heard.

Do not provoke me, my Lord.

It's spar, not a fight.

- You're good with a blade. - Are you surprised?

I would not harm that which my sister loves.

Does she love me?

As she loves her brother.

You're in bad humor, my Lord.

Yes, dangerously bad humor.

This vatican is a hive of whispers and rumors and innuendo's

that set my imagination to a fever.

You should no heed rumor.

But you're the source of them, my Lord!

And rumor has it that there are three in this bed, not two.

You are both so dear to my heart.

Just follow the wagons.

Thank you again.

Close the gates.

You seem curious.

We have a treasure here.

Just the scrapings of the earth.

From where?

We collect gravel, shale.

Sell it where we can.

Hebrews?

You would sell the very soil if you could.

Does soil have any value?

Does it burn?

That burns.

I've seen it.

I'm no Hebrew.

I'm a Christian.

Bless yourself then.

Do you have a master? Who?

A mistress perhaps?

This is our moment, if ever there was one.

Be careful Prospero, you tread on splintered glass.

He's starved the powder of all we know, so has she.

Someone paid for those shipments, they have a purpose, hidden from you.

But does it matter?

The point is, those stores exist.

I know where.

We should capture those stores, hold them both for ransom.

- When we have neutered Cesare Borgia... - You hate him, don't you?

As do you.

I love my hide more than I hate him.

If you love your hide, follow me in this.

There is only one end-price with him. _

Come with me now.

Not now, tomorrow.

I was prisoner in Naples

and now

I'm prisoner in Rome.

Maybe we're all prisoners here.

Is there another city?

Another realm, where I can be free?

Of my father

my brother.

You love them both.

Love can be another chain, mother, in this Borgia family.

There is a great reckoning coming

that will leave none of us the same.

I would leave now, if I could.

Take my child

take you.

And your husband?

Take him if he would come, but I doubt it.

Go home, Lucrezia, you brood too much.

You see the wheel-tracks?

Follow the trail of yellow.

- If I ever get lost... - You're not lost.

I am. In a maze of betrayal.

He would betray you in a heartbeat.

They leave it unguarded?

A guard would draw too much attention to it.

Here. Look.

The store of yellow.

The color of betrayal.

No, Berlione, no.

I'm afraid my friend, yes.

My Lord, I found powder.

Yes, you found powder.

For which I thank you.

Now show us around.

Show us what you found.

- Are you quite ready? - Not yet my Lord.

So I didn't give you time enough?

With enough time, you would have burnt me in that mount of sulfur.

- Is that true, Berlione? - Too true, my Lord.

Why Berlione? Why?

Because, my friend, this is what we do.

We're all connoisseurs of treachery.

So can anyone tell me

who owns this pile of dust.

Caterina Sforza.

Why would she store it in Rome?

Who was it?

King Frederico of Naples?

Louis of France?

Whoever gathered it here, did so for a purpose.

I brought it here.

And you are?

I'm a humble merchant.

That holds the power of life and death.

Or in peace.

I bought it for an other.

Take him outside.

And do what?

Burn him.

I cannot do that, my Lord.

No!

Take him outside at least.

Go home, any of you who will not witness this.

I bid you goodnight

and light up your way.

No. No! No, please!

No! No!

Go home now, and let this be a lesson to those who would betray me.

You are cruel, you romans.

We do not forgive.

So, sell it to me.

I cannot.

I haven't named my price.

Doesn't matter.

Merchants buying we know, but they always sell.

Always have their price.

None of this is mine, I bought it for an other.

- Let him name his price then. - He has no price.

Why does he want it?

The thought of war...

...disturbs him.

Hmm, a man of peace.

You could say that.

- Well, I would meet with this paragon. - And he is a paragon.

It could easily be arranged.

He's your father.

The pope of Rome.

- And he would deny me powder? - Yes.

- Why? - Isn't it obvious?

Because he fears you.

We share the same names.

Fathers and sons, it is always thus.

- I will have my powder. - With your fathers permission.

- Must I beg? - No.

But perhaps I can intercede.

Holiness.

I have commandeered every ounce of sulfur in this land.

Now you're both a Christian and a peacemaker.

Is that your intention?

An Italy a peace.

Not entirely.

I suspected as much.

And as I've done all I can do for you

I would return to the tribe of Abraham.

Oh no. no,no,no,no.

No. We have need of you. We have further plans.

We have need of a man with your resource.

But you are surrounded by advisors, Holiness.

- Cardinals, canon lawyers. - Oh, what do they know of the real world.

Can we trust them with anything?

Apart from drawing up a papal bull.

No.

We need you further yet.

We need you in hand.

I may have found just the man, Holiness.

He has talent to burn.

It pains him that those talents are so underused.

What, is he another Jew, like you?

A Christian.

A warrior.

A leader of men.

One that you should take close to your bosom.

May I introduce you to him?

What? Now?

You would play games with me?

- Don't you talk to me about playing games. - You would deny me powder?

You would make me think it was Caterina Sforza's doing?

You would invite the French army to my doorstep!

We share the same aims.

What of your aims, you do not share them with us.

You keep them secret! We are the Pope of Rome!

You're also my father, and you still cannot give me your confidence.

- - -

You are family, are you not?

In my people, the bonds of family are unbreakable.

Even stronger than family, the bond between father and son.

Lord. Do you have a son?

It is sacred.

Adam beget Kane.

Killed his brother Abel.

- Abraham beget Isaac. - Whom he offered for sacrifice.

And God stayed his hand.

So here we are.

All of us children of Abraham.

So I ask this father to embrace his son.

Give him his sanction

his support

his love

His powder, his army.

His love.

His love

He is made in your image.

Do you think we don't know that.

He is me!

All the fire, and the fury. The drive.

The pitiless ambition!

I look into his eyes, I see myself.

Do you expect me to love that!

Do you not love yourself, father?

Must we hate each other then?

Father, please, just...

Open your heart to me.

What have I wrought for this family?

On the altar of power and ambition.

A temple

built on rotten foundations.

And you're asking me to let you continue down the road?

Can't do that.

You have no option, father.

If we weaken now...

... they'll destroy us.

There's only one road

and that is forward.

Trust me!

I'll carve you out an empire.

But abandon me and...

.. we end up in ruins.

So give it to me.

Your trust.

At last.

From now on...

...you will have it.

And your forgiveness for my sins?

Ego te absolvo.

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