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Borgia, 14.

I am the Pope!

As Pope Alexander VI, he
plans to reform the church.

We hereby officially dismiss your
brother, Fabrizio, as Prefect of Rome.

Today ends the casual lawlessness
which has marked life in the Vatican.

We're appointing you Captain-General
of the Papal Guard.

Does this please you?

Yes, of course.
This is my dream.

You put the security of Rome
in the hands of an amateur.

Marcantonio Colonna spoke of
a plot to dethrone the Pope.

Della Rovere, Orsini and King Ferrante of
Naples were mentioned in this conspiracy.

I will be Vice Chancellor.

Your niece, Lucrezia, will marry my
cousin, Giovanni, to bind us in blood.

Lady Giulia stays in Rome.

Unless, Adriana, you no longer
need her assistance.

Mother.

But I do. Giulia is an enormous
help running such a big household.

And sometimes the
Pope's own family

becomes the most
dangerous threat of all.

You lavish blessings upon my
brother who cares nothing for you!

But as I now hold no hope of joining
you in the Kingdom of Heaven

I choose to burn in my own hell.

Your ears do not deceive you,
Holy Father, respected Eminences.

A new world.

The visionary navigator and
explorer, Cristoforo Colombo,

financed by their
most Catholic Majesties,

King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella

has discovered a new,
immeasurable landmass

rich with gold, silver, pearls.

Populated by feral natives.

King Ferdinand hopes Your
Holiness will confer

papal legitimacy

upon Spain's claims
to sovereignty.

Need I remind Cardinal Da Costa

that Portugal rejected the proposed
expedition not once, but twice?

As did your masters.

Cristoforo Colombo is nothing
but a cheese dealer.

Ambassador De Haro,

there is not only the King of
Portugal to consider, but...

all the monarchs of Europe.

Yes. If we, with our Spanish
blood, favor the cause of Spain,

what do we gain, except...

...wide spread hostility.

Remain here, Vice Chancellor.

In exchange for granting
Spain's claim for legitimacy,

King Ferdinand offers the
marriage of Juan Borgia

to Maria Enriques de Luna.

Coupled with the King's niece,

Juan's dukedom of Gandia
will be augmented

by the Marquisate of
Denia, in Valencia

and a Lordship in the
Kingdom of Granada.

Dawn of a dynasty.

What troubles you, Holiness?

Legitimacy.

We hate that word.

Spain's claim to the New World?

And Juan's to the throne of Spain

should this marriage put him or his
offspring in the line of succession.

Queen Isabella will hold his
illegitimacy against us.

She has already once
rejected their betrothal.

Fortunately, King
Ferdinand will not,

if you give him what he craves.

As Pope, we must
devise a way to decide

fairly between Spain and Portugal.

Or at least, seem
to decide fairly.

Compass.

Compromise.

Lord, make us
an instrument of your peace.

We say the compass shall decide.

All territories west of the line
are hereby deeded to Spain.

All those eastward
belong to Portugal.

We await reports of
conversions innumerable.

Stop.

How are you, cardinal?

I'm not a cardinal quite yet.

And in the Vatican, not quite
yet means maybe never.

What are you doing here?

I have news. della Rovere
conspires with the Orsini,

the Colonna and Naples
to attack Rome.

With the mass of desertions
from the Papal Guard

because of Juan's incompetence.

Pope Alexander is in danger.

Arriving without being summoned?
You are the one who's in danger.

I am not afraid.

I have already died.

My son, Alessandro.

They brought my son,

his remains.

And I tried to kill myself.

Because I stopped
believing in God.

But when one dies,
one is born anew.

I grieve your son's death,

but I celebrate your
life and revived faith.

But will the Pope?

Where is he?

A meeting of the consistory.

Then I must remain invisible until
I can speak with him alone.

You never saw me.

An apparition,

nothing more.

Hello, Giulia.

Out for a breather from
the Papal fuck-chamber?

I knew I smelled something putrid.

Is that any way to greet
your loving husband?

Leave, or I will call the guards.

When the army of
Naples reaches Rome,

those guards will once
again be serving my uncle,

Virginio.

You forget your place, whore.

I do not care if you are sucking
the cock of Saint Peter himself.

Such brave words from the cuckold.

For now, that old man may be
burrowing your well-worn field,

but it is still my land.

I was here before he came,

and I shall be here long after.

That is the last time that you
will ever lay hands upon me.

Do so again and I will cut off your
balls and feed them to the dogs.

Lady Adriana!

I tried to restrain him,
but your son, he's drunk.

He says that tonight he will
raid His Holiness' bedchamber

and drag Giulia from it.

Oh, my Lord.

That should buy us time.

Are you insane?

The insane

have life easy.

They can ignore the Pope.

Stop.

We cannot.

Yes, we can, we should.

We must, we are married.

I cannot disobey the Holy Father.

Because you fear his wrath?

Because I treasure his love.

You say that you love me.

I do.

Then we must.

Not.

We cannot make love,

but we can dance.

I am in the mood to dance.

And I will not be denied.

Enough.

You, liar, out.

But we were simply dancing.

Dancing?

His hands on your back, his
fingers on your backside.

His chest pressed
against your breasts.

That is behavior I would
expect from the harlot Giulia,

not the niece of a pope.

Cousin Adriana,
I do not understand.

You pushed me
towards this marriage.

Close your mouth.

His Holiness has charged
me to keep you chaste,

and chaste as the Virgin
Mother you shall be,

until he says otherwise.

Juan?

Close the door.

I have come with news.

Behind us, where we can see you.

And we knew you were
coming well before you

stepped a toe into Rome.

Your Papacy is in grave danger.

Reason enough for me to come...

Do you think we are unaware?

That we know not which of our
cardinals is the first Judas?

That we know not

how many are gathered
together, at this very moment

plotting the overthrow
of our Papacy.

Let me help you, Father.

We are the Holy Father, Bishop.

And even if our gut instincts
did not warn us of the danger,

you know what else convinces
us that we're in trouble?

A member of our own
family refuses to obey.

Backstabbing cardinals
we can abide,

but disrespectful
nephews we cannot.

I am sorry, I was
only trying to...

To help, yes.

But we do not want your help.

We want your loyalty.

Now be gone.

And go where?
Back to Spoleto?

No, your mother's villa.

Do not so much as
leave the grounds.

And what shall I do there?

Wait.

As we learned to wait

37 years for the day
of our election.

Can you drink from the same cup?

You will leave for Spain at once

to marry Maria Enriques de Luna.

You will impregnate her.

You will graft the Borgia
family onto the House of Spain.

Queen Isabella will have her
moral telescope trained on you.

So act as the apple.

Shiny, simple and pure.

Good behavior brings good rewards.

Aye, then to Spain I go.

We need Ferdinand's support
to keep Naples at bay

and our throne in place.

Oh, get out of the way.

You are no longer announced, Cardinal Sforza?
You simply barge in?

When urgent matters are
at hand, Your Grace.

If you'll excuse us.
He stays.

It is della Rovere.

How goes the conspiracy?

Prince Alfonso has sailed to Ostia
leading the Neapolitan navy.

Ostia and Porto are now
sealed off by della Rovere.

Leaving the Eternal City
unable to import any goods.

We will starve, Holiness.

Therefore, I have taken the liberty of
summoning the members of the consistory.

If Naples attacks Rome
and deposes Pope Alexander,

the French are
certain to invade Italy.

Then Mantua, Ferrara, Venice,
Siena, all of your masters

will be overthrown.

And your proposal, Holiness?

A mutual defense.

A coalition of
city-states,

a Holy League
working together as one.

Against Naples, the Orsini,
the Colonna, della Rovere

in the name of Jesus
Christ, our savior.

So, who is with us?

Die, infidel!

Goffredo, not in the house.

Yes, Mama.

Why won't you tell me the
truth about my father?

Whether or not you
are Rodrigo's son,

he loves you and wants
what is best for you.

Stop.

I am worth about as much
to His Holiness

as these pits are to olive oil.

Rodrigo is a complex man.

He thinks and feels too deeply.

And as a result, am I to be forever
denied my real place in this world?

Any true sense of self?

Cesare, what is wrong?

The things I've done.

What have you done, my son?

No.

No.

Bring me parchment and ink.

His Highness, Alfonso d'Aragona.

And how is Naples, Prince Alfonso?

In a mood to fight.

I hear your nephew Juan is engaged to
marry the niece of King Ferdinand.

We are most pleased.

We are most disappointed.

My father had hoped that my daughter, Sancia,
would be betrothed to the young duke.

Ah, well, there are other men.

But few Borgia.

Which is why I have come to offer
Sancia as a bride for Cesare.

What think you, young Farnese?

I worry that King Ferrante's
motive is less than familial.

Perhaps he has heard of the League

which you have formed between Mantua,
Siena, Ferrara, Venice and Milan.

Truth be told, Holiness.

My father is old. He
will die one day soon.

And you want the crown of Naples
to sit securely on your own head.

Your thoughts?

King Charles of France
claims Naples as his own

despite the fact that your
family overthrew his cousins

28 years ago.

He wants revenge.
Yes.

Now that we are Pope,

we must decide who God deems worthy
to rule the Neapolitan faithful.

Therefore, we assume, Highness,

that your father's
offer of marriage

is an exchange for our agreement not
to invest Charles with the crown.

Sancia brings a handsome dowry,

the fertile fields of Squillace.

As well as the
burden of illegitimacy.

Does not Cesare carry
the same burden?

Cesare's birth certificate
carries the seal of Pope Sixtus.

Cesare is the son
of Domenico d'Arignano.

Do you dismiss a papal
edict so lightly?

We warn you,

as a living Pope, we
are bound by our oath

to defend the rulings
of our predecessor.

Do not think your princely
robes will spare you.

Holiness,

I apologize.

And do you apologize

for meeting in Ostia with
the church's enemies?

I will admit to conversations
with della Rovere

regarding the future
of Italy, but...

But, after reflection, my father,

whose love for you
knows no border,

has decided that he would
rather support you.

If you would only give him
a sign of friendship.

When have we not been friendly?

When you named Sforza of Milan

as Vice Chancellor.

We will consider your father's
request regarding Sancia's marriage.

Until we meet again.

One would never know how desperate
you are to win Naples to your side.

We must make Alfonso think
he has convinced us.

Make him work for our approval.

That is the only way to
break della Rovere's cabal.

But to release Cesare
from his vows...

No, we could never do that.

We worship a messiah

whose parentage was dubious.

Whose pregnant mother would
have been stoned to death had

Joseph not taken her as a bride.

Look at him on that cross.

Broken.

Defeated.

Why do we not

decorate our churches
with the risen Christ?

Why is his suffering more
tangible to us than his

resurrection?

Escaped from your cage, monster?

I would rather be trapped
in my mother's villa

with an uncle who is
Supreme Pontiff

than free to wander with an uncle
who is no longer Prefect of Rome.

That is another insult for which you
Borgia will be held accountable.

My uncle Fabrizio will one day soon
be Prefect again, when Naples...

Marcantonio,

answer me this.

Have you learned to jerk off
with only four fingers,

or do your uncles hold
your prick for you?

You are bold,

asking to see the Pope after
disobeying our commands.

Bringing Lucrezia back to
Rome without our permission.

You were not yet Pope when
those commands were received.

And they saved our
daughter's life, Rodrigo.

Do I call you Holiness?

You cannot need money.

Your groves, vineyards
and taverns thrive.

This is not about what I need.

But our children.

At least our younger sons,

Cesare and Goffredo.

Whom you seem quite happy to give
the short end of a very long stick.

What we do with Cesare
is our business.

He must be a priest
and a cardinal.

Then make him one.

We have. In petto.

No one must know, not even Cesare,

until we reveal the appointment.

When the moment suits us.

Oh, you are cruel.

We are a man of the times.

Swear that you will not tell him.

I swear.

Then we are finished.
No.

Goffredo.

You know where we stand.

Oh, what is this?

You were the one
who forced me to marry.

You were the one
who turned me out.

Nine months before
Goffredo was born.

Nine months, not 10.

We want to believe you.

Oh, you always have.

Oh, you know me better
than any man on Earth.

And I you.

I miss you.

Vannozza...

Hmm, that most of all,

the way you say my name.

We have a thought

for Goffredo.

And I have one for Cesare.

We imagine you do.

But we warn you,
the price will be steep.

You must have no further
contact with Lucrezia.

Is this Adriana's doing?

No matter.

Do you agree?

Tell Cesare who you are.

Just once,

in private.

He would die for you, Rodrigo,

but he needs to die your son.

While there is little we can do
about Cesare's chosen path in life,

we would be remiss to
send you back to Naples

without a Borgia groom.

Excellent. Who do
you have in mind?

Goffredo, our youngest nephew.

Your...

I was not aware...

We do, we do.

He's our nephew.

Ah, well, Goffredo is a

child.

Not yet pubescent.

Do not underestimate
the precocity of a Borgia,

especially in matters of sex.

He is 11.

And Sancia is what?
Twelve?

Fourteen.
Hmm.

He will keep her young in old age.

Prince Alfonso,

I had heard whispers that
you were in the Vatican.

As Vice Chancellor,
I would have thought

that I would be privy to all
such diplomatic events.

Oh, well...

Perhaps the wind blows south
for only a short time.

Or perhaps one should be more
careful of what one says.

I guess Milan demands all
the Borgia for themselves.

I will submit your
proposal to King Ferrante.

Be swift.

We wager that when
we next see Sforza,

he will remind us that King Charles
of France also has a niece.

Of marriageable age.

Your Holiness,

word from Juan in Spain.

The Marquisate of Denia and the
Lordship of Granada are being withheld.

Already they deny him.

And in denying him, they deny us.

Rodrigo or Alexander,
it matters not.

It is the Borgia name

that cardinals and kings
alike try to extinguish.

Not all the cardinals. The Orsini
have requested an audience.

After conspiring in Ostia with della Rovere,
why do the Orsini suddenly want to meet?

They see we are about to
secure peace with Naples.

They fear retribution.

Shall I decline?

To the contrary.

Make our meeting a dinner.

In wine there is truth.

In much wine, opportunity.

One by one we pull the seams
from della Rovere's treasons.

We shall show
that Genoan fishmonger.

We shall show them all.

And I do not mean the papal we.

I mean the House of Borgia.

So, why do the Orsini

wish to meet with the Pope?

We are here about our disagreement
over the papal properties

which we are legitimately
purchasing from Franceschetto Cibo.

Of course.

Let Rota, as well as the
fortresses of Cerveteri,

Monterano and Viano

now belong to the Orsini family.

Your Holiness...

On two slight conditions.

First, you pay us the 40,000
ducats promised to Cybo.

Second, these lands revert
to papal control

upon the death

of Virginio.

Agreed.

Oh, yes.

One more item.

Virginio is to be reinstated

as Captain General
of the Papal Guard.

Since Juan is currently in
Spain doing God's work,

we shall appoint you,
Virginio, as Prefect of Rome.

That way, only the
Colonna are insulted.

Curiosity is a powerful
sensation, is it not?

Let us be honest,

you were not invited
so we could gossip

like giddy sisters.

But because we are
each tied, intimately,

to the Borgia family.

As such, we have a mutual problem.

Adriana de Mila.

What makes you think Adriana
is of concern to me?

I am above her.

I said, "Let us be honest."

Your husband has returned to Rome.

His mother's position
allows him to slink about

the Apostolic Palace.

As goes Adriana,
so goes Monoculus.

And your anger at Adriana?

I have lost my daughter.

My only daughter,

taken away from me.

Adriana is responsible.

She treats Lucrezia
like a damaged child.

Lucrezia needs to mature,

to evolve,

to become a strong woman.

Like me.

Like you.

Hmm. And because I reside in the
Apostolic Palace, you want me to...

Get rid of Adriana.

Whether she is shipped to Spain
or drowned in the Tiber,

I care not.

And as I said, as...

As goes Adriana,
so goes Monoculus.

Mmm-hmm.

There.

And now...

What is that?

Lye and lemon juice
to rinse your hair.

Tomorrow you will
lay out in the sun

to give your locks a golden hue.

Lay down.

It burns.

This is what all the noblewomen
of Paris are doing, Lucrezia.

I don't feel like a noblewoman,

I feel more like a prisoner.

Both of us are barred
by papal decree

from sleeping
with the man we love.

Yet tonight I shall be satisfied.

Do not be cruel.

That is not my intention.

I simply mean your uncle must
make pronouncements in public,

but those are not necessarily
his true feelings.

I see that, you see that.

Adriana does not.

Stop, please stop.

It burns too much.

Lucrezia, others will
always give you pain.

You must seize pleasure.

Shut your lying mouth!

Alessandro?

In the name of God, no.

Stay there.

If you say another word
against my sister...

I shall not be treated in this manner.
I am an Orsini.

And a Borgia.

Giulia, run.

Go!

Giulia.

Rodrigo!

Rodrigo!

Rodrigo!

My father agrees to your proposal,

Goffredo will marry Sancia.

But, His Majesty has one demand.

Rodrigo!

Rodrigo.

I need to see him.

He is in a meeting, my lady.

Tell him I need to see him.

It is a very important meeting.

Tell him this is more important.

Cardinal Carafa

Carafa has brought...

I'm sorry, Lady, you must wait.

Wait?
Let us go, Giulia.

Get Rodrigo the fuck out here!
Giulia.

I will not be
turned away by snotty...

Giulia, please.
Giulia, stop. Stop.

Gacet, Naples gives an ultimatum.

Leave me!

King Ferrante demands that we replace
Ascanio Sforza as Vice Chancellor

with Giuliano della Rovere.

- Giulia.
- Leave me.

To this we cannot agree.

Cardinal della Rovere has continuously
practiced treason, weakening the church.

Another Pope would have him
executed or excommunicated.

Open this God damn door!

Please, let us go.

Well...

The past is past.

In the name of
the Prince of Peace,

we will summon della
Rovere to our presence.

We will

forgive his machinations.

We will restore him as dean of
the Sacred College of Cardinals.

He and Sforza

will be equals in our eyes.

No!

I must go.
Where?

To my mother's villa.

Lucrezia, you are forbidden
to go to your mother's.

Leave the room dark.

Let us see.

Now you care?

Now that business is done,

the deals are made?

La Bella...

Let us see.

You would never love me the
same again, if at all.

You are right.

Not the same.

Even more.

Thirty-five broadswords.

Prefect, a word.

In private.

Out.

We want the man responsible for
the attack on Giulia Farnese.

Those thugs are dead.

I myself thrust the sword
through their hearts.

The thugs we care not about.

We want the beast who hired them.

Though we have made progress, I
am hesitant to hurl accusations.

We lack sufficient evidence.

Stop stalling.

A name.

Or are you protecting
one of your own?

A certain
squinty-eyed cousin?

Orsino is a simpleton,

incapable of such maneuvers.

If I must, Holy Father.

Before the thugs died,

they confessed that
they served as agents

for the House of Sforza.

Sforza? That is what
they said, Holiness.

That makes no sense.

Violence rarely does.

Bring us proof.

Who are we to trust, Ascanio?

When we look out onto that

deep sea of faces at mass today,
knowing that some want us dead,

of whom can we say,

"We trust that one"?

You speak of trust, and yet

I hear by rumor about your
various rapprochements.

Naples, the Orsini and della Rovere
is to rejoin the consistory.

Damn you!

You will remember who you address.

As should you, Rodrigo.

You speak boldly, as always,

but a Vice Chancellor

should be more circumspect.

The Lady Giulia

overheard your comment the
night of Lucrezia's wedding.

I made a jest.

I apologize.

We have been told that Milan hired
the thugs that hurt Giulia.

Not that we believe a word.

What they call intelligence,
we call stupidity.

Who is this they, may I ask?

Never mind.

Because of Lucrezia's
marriage to Giovanni,

we are family.

Yes.

As to who would want to hurt
you through the Lady Giulia,

I would look to Ostia

and your new friend, della Rovere.

Your Eminence.

Your Holiness.

Seaside air agrees with you.

I thrive in the country.

Then we are doubly grateful to
have you return to the city.

And just in time

to hear us name the newest members
of the Sacred College of Cardinals.

I am breathless with anticipation.

We should have
packed smelling salts

for when Sancia Squillace
faints from first sight of you.

I do not want to go, Lucrezia.

Departing is always more
difficult than arriving.

Well, well, the pride of Rome.

Soon to be the pride of Naples.

I will miss you all so much.

Goffredo Borgia.

Please follow me.

Be a man, you have
no other choice.

Master Goffredo,
your escort is ready.

No goodbyes.

Eleven years old.

Is that all we are
to Uncle Rodrigo?

Chattel?

Like God Almighty, the Pope's
actions are inscrutable.

Unlike God, he should
not control our lives.

I will do what I please with mine.

I will be with my husband.

Lucrezia, you must think
before you speak.

Your uncle will be
angry with both of us

that you have stolen
away and come here.

Francesc Gacet,

here on the orders of His
Holiness Pope Alexander.

Gacet. Here. Here.

Under the table.
Take him. Take him.

I can't take him.
I am sorry.

Quickly.

Come on, come on. Come on.

All right.
Quickly. Quickly.

Take him.

Francesc Gacet, madam.
Yes.

Your Excellency.

Cockroach, here on
the outskirts of town?

Running His Holiness' errands all
over Rome must be exhausting.

From the Lady Giulia.

He's gone, my love.

Giulia writes you, Mama?

Yes, I will explain later.

I am to be named

Cardinal of Valencia.

John Morton,
Archbishop of Canterbury.

Domenico Grimani,

Bishop of Venice.

Ippolito d'Este,

Bishop of Ferrara.

Alessandro Farnese...

No way. Listen, it
is completely wrong.

Cesare Borgia,

Bishop of Valencia.

Silence!

Do not forget the opposition

which met your own elevation
to the Sacred College.

Perhaps, in that spirit,

we may find common ground.

Assent?

Seven.

Dissent?

Thirteen.

Almost double.

Thank you for the calculation,
Cardinal della Rovere.

Remove but two names,

and the others who are
legitimate princes of the church

will assuredly secure
our unanimous vote.

If unanimity was our goal, yes.

But as Peter, the rock upon
which this church now stands,

ours is the power
to choose whom we will.

And yours is the duty to bend.

If you are looking for Lucrezia,
she is not here. She has run off.

Oh, my.
Brazen girl.

I hope she is not
with her husband.

The guards have already
searched there.

But I've come to speak
with you, dear Adriana.

Recent events have humbled me.

The way I have treated
you is shameful.

I apologize and...

And wish to make amends.

Your sentiment is surprising.

Allow me to take a small
step towards reconciliation.

I know of a secret place
in St. Peter's Basilica

where I am going to witness
Alessandro and Cesare's elevation

to the College of Cardinals.

I would like to share
that moment with you.

A lovely offer,

but I must remain here.

When Lucrezia returns,
I intend to punish her.

Wise.

Yet, with a child like Lucrezia,

that is what she will expect.

Better, perhaps, to confound her

by treating her with kindness.

I know, we will bring her along.

This is a momentous occasion
for the entire Borgia family.

Think of how the wench
Vannozza will burn with envy

knowing you were there
with her precious Lucrezia

to see her precious Cesare
rise to such heights.

I am so cold.

I feel like a boy who has slipped
into the winter's river.

Even so, you are perspiring.

The doctors and the priests
say there is no cure.

God's breath is at my ear.

Ardicino,

I have always looked
to you as a paragon.

Day and night, I try to
make the Vatican worthy,

to change the tenor of Rome.

But there are those eager to elevate
themselves by discrediting me.

Della Rovere?
Yes.

For me, not to answer these
challenges is to be diminished.

So I find myself
pondering old solutions.

Bribery, deceit...

How can I use such methods

when my goal is to
eradicate these methods?

Ardicino.

Do not go. Tell me,
how do I change?

Become the better man when being the
lesser man has brought me greatness?

Your last words, kind friend.

Please, inspire me.

What?
Tell me, what?

The words are lost.

As am I.

Alessandro Cardinal Farnese.

Archbishop of Orvieto.

John Cardinal Morton,
Archbishop of Canterbury.

Cesare Cardinal Borgia.

Archbishop of Valencia.

How proud you must be, Lucrezia.

Domenico Cardinal Grimani.

Archbishop of Venice.

Brothers and sisters in Christ,

we love Cardinal Borgia

as our spiritual son,

and Cesare Borgia

as my own son.

Because he is blood of my blood,

as are his brothers,

Juan, Goffredo

and sister Lucrezia.

I claim all of them as legitimate

with a father's love.

Lucrezia!

Sforza, come with me.

And David the King

begot Solomon of her

who had been the wife of Urias.

I would have thought you'd be less
agitated given the day's other events.

I am very happy
for my brother, yes.

I can make your
brother a cardinal,

but you cannot support
my claim to paternity.

I can, as long as today's
announcement is not your last.

Believe me.

I have done what I can to make certain there
are no more little Borgias running about.

Out there, maybe.

But in here?

No.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.