The Borgias

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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 Napels may have her failings, fair ambassador

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

So you approve of my little distay?

It's a wondrous tradition.

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 Napels 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 Napels a garden of weeds, Micheletto.

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

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

Brother.

Let's go! Go!

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 Napels, 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?