The Borgias (2011–2013): Season 2, Episode 8 - Truth and Lies - full transcript
Juan Borgia returns from the siege the Catherina Sforza's Forli castle with a tale of his bravery and of standing by his men. Cesare learns the truth from Hernando de Caballos and also that Sforza's son is being kept in the dungeons. Rumors however begin to circulate about what really happened but Juan denies it all. The Pope's doubts are proven correct when Benito Sforza is released from his prison cell and tells the Pope what truly happened. The Pope orders Cesare to return the boy to his mother. Cardinal della Rovere's plan to poison the Pope is moving forward with his young assassin now ready to strike. They must eliminate the Pope food tester first. The Pope is growing ever more impatient with Lucrezia's delay in choosing her next husband. Her mother tells her that she doesn't have to chose between the Duke of Genoa and his brother: she should marry one and take the other as her lover.
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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!
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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.
...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.
[both chuckling]
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.
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.
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?
What did he tell you?
Of whom do you speak,Brother?
Hernando de Caballos.
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.
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.
Calvino Pallavicini,his
good-for-nothing brother,
and his entire retinue
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!
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.
Quiet. Quiet.
Come on.
Do you know what is more poisonous
than failure in war or politics?
Ridicule!
Lady Lucrezia.
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.
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.
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.
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-
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?
He's dead.
A small consolation.
Perhaps we should suspend enmities.
Regroup our forces.
Until my leg is healed.
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.
So have both.
Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Fish for Lent!
Keep up with me,boy.
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.
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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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!
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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.
...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.
[both chuckling]
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.
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.
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?
What did he tell you?
Of whom do you speak,Brother?
Hernando de Caballos.
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.
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.
Calvino Pallavicini,his
good-for-nothing brother,
and his entire retinue
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!
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.
Quiet. Quiet.
Come on.
Do you know what is more poisonous
than failure in war or politics?
Ridicule!
Lady Lucrezia.
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.
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.
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.
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-
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?
He's dead.
A small consolation.
Perhaps we should suspend enmities.
Regroup our forces.
Until my leg is healed.
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.
So have both.
Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Fish for Lent!
Keep up with me,boy.
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.
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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