Borgia (2011) s02e05 Episode Script

1 Holiness, he is almost here.
Holiness, please.
Holiness.
Hail Cesare.
Did you ever imagine these walls would echo your name as they did for your namesakes Julius and Augustus Caesar? Does not this hero's welcome live up to your boyhood dreams? Even more so.
Then why so dour? Dour? My face beams like the sun on a blue day.
You shine brightly for show.
They sing my praises because to them Savonarola was an enemy to Rome.
But my goal was not to save Christendom or my father.
You acted on behalf of Holy Mother Church.
And that divine entity towers above Savonarola or any man.
I do not place my future in the hands of God but in those of the goddess known as Fate.
No, I have told you.
I do not want to be Vice Chancellor.
I have grander plans, starting with my resignation as Archbishop of Valencia.
Did you think that I would just lose my love for Carlotta D'Aragona or my desire to become King of Naples? We have our secret agreement for Lucrezia to wed Alfonso di Calabria.
- Your brother was destined to claim - The throne of nothing.
Goffredo is a cypher.
Juan and Pedro Luis are dead.
I am the only son left to fulfill your dream of a unified Borgia-Italy.
I will not be denied.
The Pope cannot grant you permission to resign, only the cardinals can.
- This must be done - Legally, yes.
I will convince my brother cardinals.
You convince King Federigo to give me the hand of his daughter.
Summon Cardinal Carafa.
Mama, you have caught us.
We've eaten tonight's dessert.
Oh, well.
You would have eaten it anyway and the husband grows too fat.
Alfonso, now that the bonesetter has freed your leg how do you explain to your wife that you're not at home in Ferrara? Each day my excuses grow more stale.
Soon I will need to leave Rome.
Or break another leg.
I must ask a question.
And in love's name, I expect an honest answer.
We have in the month past shared many hidden truths - but not my most perilous secret.
- You will put us all in jeopardy.
Know this.
Whatever I am told will die with me.
I fear your love will die as well.
Then cut out my heart.
I have a son.
- I understand the ways of court.
- Wait, my son was taken from me.
Lucrezia, Alfonso di Calabria.
Prince Alfonso di Calabria.
My goddess, I am so d'Este.
Manners did not accompany your new crown.
A genuine prince waits for permission to enter the presence of a lady.
Please, Highness.
Take my seat.
I am due at Bishop Boccaccio's.
I thank you both for a lively visit.
Hey ho, Bishop Sinibaldi.
Lanzol, Farnese, you're back from Florence, the City of Lilies.
Unfortunately, the cost of lilies runs extremely high.
The expenses for your journey.
Let's have a look.
- What is wrong? - Your food and drink.
The Papal Treasury no longer remunerates for luxuries.
The Pope sent us.
Were we not expected to eat? Fasting is good for the soul.
Oh, and horse fodder.
I've claimed horse fodder before.
The Commission on Reform has also eliminated fodder as a valid expense.
So our horses are expected to fast as well? Your true reward shall be in heaven.
Mama, do not say a word.
I have held my tongue long enough.
You reside in the Apostolic Palace but have not put your beauty back to work.
I cannot ask Rodrigo for more favors.
You must.
Alessandro has not risen in the Vatican as quickly as we hoped.
He should be sharing in the adulation of the crowd, but no.
The only sound we hear is 'Cesare'.
Alessandro should be Vice Chancellor.
I do not hold the same influence I once did, Mama.
In fact, Rodrigo now seems indifferent to my presence.
But the two of you still indulge in beastly acts, yes? His lovemaking is erratic, not erotic.
When he is 'he' I can sway him but when he's 'we', I am powerless.
He once commissioned a painting of you as the Virgin Mother.
Take your cue from that.
Forget about Rodrigo Borgia.
Seduce the Holy Father instead.
Mama.
A cold welcome.
An overdue visit.
I have remained away out of shame.
For the accusation I hurled at you.
I am here to beg you to forget.
My son, my sweet boy.
Lucrezia, do not stand there like a sphinx.
Come greet your brother.
Welcome back to Rome, Cesare.
Let's review the agenda for the consistory.
La Bella.
You radiate more beauty than ever.
You say I am beautiful.
Yet you walk to your desk, rather than my arms.
Giulia, we are very, very occupied.
I want to take you somewhere.
Holiness.
- Where are we going? - Be patient.
- Swear no one sees us.
- I have guards behind every door.
This cannot take long.
We must get to the consistory.
And we stop.
You may remove the blindfold.
Giulia, no.
Not here.
This room is sacred.
So is our love.
We can never be married, but we can consecrate our bond before God who in His wisdom brought our souls together.
We have been waiting on Borgia for an hour.
Burchard, call this meeting to order so that we may adjourn.
- Yes, it's too long.
- How much longer shall we wait? My love, tell me I make you happy.
You do, La Bella.
How can we make you happy? I have but one wish.
Yet I fear what I ask might be too much.
Wish.
We will not disappoint.
My brother.
Appoint Alessandro as vice chancellor.
- We have another in mind for that job.
- So, I do ask too much.
Alessandro will remain mired in the muck.
We have said, we will not disappoint.
Verbum incarnatum.
His Holiness Pope Alexander the Sixth - calls to order a meeting - That will be all, Burchard.
Cesare.
Eminences, I have tried with every sinew to become one of you.
But the bare fact is, I never wanted to be a cardinal nor even a priest.
I wish to exchange an ecclesiastical career for a secular one.
I appeal to you, release me from the false vows to which I have sworn.
I support Cardinal Borgia's plea and praise his honesty.
Cardinal Riario-Sansoni.
Indeed, Cardinal Borgia has shown time and again that there is no one less fit to serve in this Sacred College.
I would thrill to see the stain which he has brought upon us wiped away.
However, if we allow Cesare Borgia to vacate his cardinalate it would be the first time in the history of the Church that such permission is granted.
1500 years of precedence cannot be casually tossed away.
I urge you, brothers, to preserve the sanctity of this institution and deny Cardinal Borgia his request.
- You.
You are jealous.
- Silence.
- Burchard, the vote.
- What says the consistory? Assent.
Ten.
Dissent.
Giuliano, do you abstain? Yes.
For even though the majority denies your son's petition you will take whatever action you choose.
As usual, you are mistaken.
If precedent is to be upset, we will not impose our personal desire but rather a period of reflection.
We ask this holy fraternity to pray on the matter.
Then, when we reconvene, your wisdom will prevail.
And the choice must be unanimous.
Unanimous? You want this vote to fail.
You want me to remain a cardinal.
If we wish to stop you from resigning, we would have let the vote stand.
We have given you a rare commodity, time.
- Use that time to sway the others.
- But to get all of them to agree? They never will.
Never.
That word was uttered when I entered the Conclave.
Never again would a Spaniard be Pope.
Yet here is the ring mankind must kiss.
If all 28 cardinals agree, then they are all culpable.
None can condemn us.
You must be wily enough to align their will with yours.
- We must change 17 cynical minds.
- And how are we to do that? - With honey or vinegar.
- You would ask us to use violence? To be violent in order to destroy is criminal.
To be violent in order to restore is heroic.
I have divided them into groups.
Each will approach two or three cardinals.
I have listed their individual vulnerabilities.
Do not hesitate to exploit their flaws.
- And whom will you approach? - My greatest obstacle and the only man whose deepest flaw I've yet to discover, Riario-Sansoni.
You're well aware that I am in love with Alfonso d'Este.
And that he's married.
I'd rather love him and sin than not at all.
- My sweet child.
- Do not lecture me.
Help me.
I want to be with Alfonso d'Este, not Alfonso di Calabria.
- Perhaps you can love him without sin.
- How? A high hurdle, but one that a skilled horseman can jump.
I came back to confront Sinibaldi.
I convinced the guards to allow me to wait.
The time was drawing near.
I decided simply to take the money owed me.
- You stole from the Papal Treasury? - The money is rightfully mine.
- A lawyer's distinction.
- Let me finish, Lanzol.
I opened this chest, reached inside and found nothing.
The chest is - empty.
- All of them are empty.
Not a ducat or florin or a shilling in sight.
So the Pope is bankrupt? Or Bishop Sinibaldi has been embezzling papal funds.
Or both.
As a reward for having brought Sinibaldi to justice - you'll replace him as Papal Treasurer.
- Me? - Holy Father, I'm not a bookkeeper.
- This promotion displeases you? I'm touched, but it's not a job I desire.
Are you not forgetting something? You have family depending on you.
Now I see.
Holy Father, in some ways my family will always be cared for but in a capacity that requires nothing of my natural gifts, my spirit will die.
If my wits were ever a true resource, I beg you, select someone else.
Cardinal Lanzol, to you we bestow the Church of Santa Maria Via Lata.
What? This displeases you as well? Holiness, the church belongs to Cardinal Piccolomini.
It was given by us.
We should never have let it out of our family's hands.
Now do you want the damn thing or not? - I do, but are you certain Cardinal - Do not worry about Piccolomini.
Christ.
Go back to the pack.
Oh my love, I'm devastated that you are to marry again.
- The image of you with another man - Alfonso, it will not be that way.
- Are you saying you will not marry? - No, I will marry.
I will marry you.
Me? I would divorce Anna Maria? Tell the Pope how much you love me and then something unforeseen you have learned while married to Anna Maria.
- Such as? - She's a heretic.
- Anna Maria? But she's not.
- It matters not, you will say she is.
- That she practices witchcraft.
- She will be burned at the stake.
No, I will see that papa sends her to a convent in Bulgaria.
- We're scheduled to meet the Pope.
- Divine one, I cannot.
A messenger has newly arrived from Ferrara.
Anna Maria is with child.
I will be a father.
All of Ferrara celebrates.
My family needs an heir.
Rafaele, I see you are taking the Holy Father's directive to heart.
No, I do not pray about you.
I, like Nehemiah, am a man of prayer.
- Either kneel with me or leave me be.
- I will do neither.
Like Nehemiah, who restored the walls of Jerusalem, I am a man of action.
Lay your hands on me again, Cardinal Borgia, and you will regret it.
- You believe you are a match for me? - You do not wish me to play my cards.
You mean that the investigation of my brother's murder was not completed - and that I killed Juan.
- I'm certain that you did not.
But there is one person whom we never discussed or interrogated.
- Your sister Lucrezia.
- Lucrezia? Ridiculous.
Before the Spanish departed Rome, I heard some rather intriguing facts from one of De Córdova's lieutenants about that young man, Pedro Caldes the one you killed? You pretend to be a priest, yet at every turn you act the politician.
Unlike you I have known my true calling the reason I was born, since childhood.
I cannot imagine living life any other way.
The priesthood has liberated me from all temporal anxiety knowing that my reward of everlasting life awaits.
Why do you smile? Because the Red Sea has suddenly parted.
If you do not vote my way, I'll destroy you.
You will be excommunicated.
Obviously your influence has reached new heights.
Even Borgia would never excommunicate me without Ground? You accused the Holy Father's daughter of murdering his son.
Bishop Flores is in Terra Nuova prison for the sin of false witness.
No one heard me but you.
We did.
My vote is yours.
With that, we bury what has been said here.
No more lies about Lucrezia.
She is purity personified.
And you will deliver Giuliano della Rovere's vote as well.
- Impossible.
- Not for a man of prayer.
I will try.
But even if I succeed, Piccolomini has turned against you.
Because of your little cousin Juan.
Piccolomini? No, absolutely no.
- You said that I must earn unanimity.
- He despises us.
Who knows what he will say to a king? He cannot be made Papal Legate.
You gave away Santa Maria Via Lata without thinking it through.
I did warn you, Holiness.
The time has come.
You either support me or deny me.
Decide.
Bring our new legate.
I do not want to be Papal Treasurer.
I do not need you or Giulia meddling in my life.
Let my brother advance our family's fortune.
Angelo is a rapscallion.
And you are a lemur for speaking in such tones to your mother.
- You should not allow her to rile you so.
- Let us join a band of gypsies.
You were born for greatness.
Greatness that will exceed any member of your family, any Borgia.
If Pope Alexander bestows this honor upon you, then you will do what you always do, excel.
I love you.
If Lucrezia is to marry an Italian my cousin, Roberto San Severino - would be perfect.
- Good lord.
You mock, but will you deny that he is both a naval genius and exceedingly rich? If he was spawned from different loins, I would second your proposal.
- Sadly his father's ties to France - Do you also have a bid, Cardinal? I do.
Ottaviano, son of Caterina Sforza No doubt His Holiness would love his daughter to marry yet another Sforza.
- Gianbattista, your thoughts.
- Duke Francesco of Gravina a distant Orsini.
We Colonna would blister at such a pairing.
She should marry my brother Fabrizio.
We will deliberate on each of your generous offers.
Be gone.
Any word about Della Rovere's vote? Not yet.
But Rafaele will bend his cousin, I have faith.
Who? I am sorry to intrude, Eminence, but you are the only one who can save me.
Alfonso, sit, speak.
I confess.
I came here from Naples in your company with the secret desire to wed your sister.
And then like a fine harvest, the engagement came to pass.
But now, after a torrent of new suitors, my betrothal has died on the vine.
And you wish to revive it.
You have beaten on the wrong door.
Go whimper in my father's ear.
Much has happened.
I can no longer gain an audience with the Pope.
So I am to be your voice.
- I cannot see why I would agree.
- Out of friendhip.
We ate and drank together.
That is convenience.
Then I am lost.
Not necessarily.
How far would you go to achieve your heart's desire? To the gates of Hades.
Cardinal Zeno has said that he would rather die than vote in my favor.
- Do you think he should? - Yes.
And if not, should he die? Or should he die before the Sacred College will decide my fate? You want me to kill him? I do not say that.
I asked how far would you go.
If you were in my place, would you murder Zeno? Strangled in his bed perhaps.
Or with a sip of Cantarella.
I would.
Is that your plan? To assassinate all Cardinals who oppose you? All? No.
We will first see how this one goes.
Cardinal Zeno? Would you dine with me tonight? You can sample the latest wines from Ischia.
I would be delighted.
Prince Roberto has proven himself to be an admirable admiral.
Our intention is build a papal navy.
So we happily agree Beg pardon, Holiness.
Cardinal Carafa.
Forgive me, Holy Father.
So sorry for my delay.
Bad tripe.
We've agreed that our daughter shall marry Roberto San Severino of Salerno.
Then I am glad I appeared in time, as I have an urgent report which may cause you to reconsider this decision.
Federigo, utilizing his right as King of Naples has banished the San Severino family.
Roberto is no longer a prince.
But Holiness, he is still an admiral.
Admirals are much easier to find than princes.
You may leave us.
My king implores you to revisit your proposal that Lucrezia marry Prince Alfonso di Calabria.
No, we would not like to revisit that offer, we would implement it.
- Wonderful.
I shall inform - Father, I bear sad tidings.
Cardinal Giovanni Battista Zeno has died, quite suddenly.
He was drunk.
What says the king regarding my marriage to Carlotta? - Oh, yes.
That would be a 'no'.
- No? What if we insist? His Highness did arm me with a reply.
If you do insist, I am to vote against Cesare's resignation.
Federigo is king because his ascension was approved by my father.
That decree can be rescinded.
Then a state of war would exist between Naples and the Papal States.
Federigo, being a d'Aragona, would let his cousin King Ferdinand send Spanish troops back to invade Rome and your brother Goffredo, in Squillace, would be a prisoner.
So how would you like me to respond to His Sublime Highness? Fine.
Supply your vote tomorrow.
I will win Carlotta without the King's consent.
- What are you doing over here? - Working.
- These ledgers are a disaster.
- You are angry at me.
A jumble of numbers.
To reorganize this mess, I'll have to redo the entire Not tonight.
Mama has cooked a feast in your honor.
His Holiness has honored me with this August position.
I cannot let him down.
Try to see past yourself and be grateful.
Did the idea ever occur to you to put faith in me? That I might find a way to provide for my family? Alessandro, you have many gifts, but you are a feather.
Too soft.
If I left matters up to you, we Farnese would starve.
So thank heaven above we are saved by your cunt.
You are asking me to stand down and let Cesare Borgia have his way? The best of the first fruits of your ground you shall bring to the Lord.
Rarely have I seen you in such a state.
Whatever this is, it must be juicy.
Tell me why.
Just trust me.
Releasing Borgia from his vow is for the best.
Whose best, yours? What does Borgia lord owe you? Giuliano, I have done your bidding many times over, however repugnant.
- This once, I demand that you do - Please.
You are from the lesser side of our family never to be blessed with the best of the fruit on Ascension Day.
Giuliano, for your own sake.
My sake? You are the desperate one.
The desperation will change hands if you refuse.
I refuse.
Very well.
I will expose you as a sodomite.
Oh, cousin, you are pathetic.
I have fought off such rumor before.
I witnessed from outside your bedchamber the vile acts you've committed on Bishop Flores.
The Pope's Pear is a horrible death.
Your word against mine will not go as far as you think.
Remember, I hold the shears.
A second cardinal watched with me.
He will testify to the debauchery.
You lie.
There is no second cardinal.
Refuse again and find out.
First fruits are bitter fruits Eminence.
I have decided the most righteous act is to vote on your behalf.
What a great and grand surprise.
Despite my uneven relationship with your father I have always admired you, Cesare.
Your pluck.
You have an odd way of demonstrating admiration.
Still, by my calculations, you are a few votes short.
What a pity after all of your strain if you do not garner the tally you need.
I appreciate your concern, dear new friend but it is born out of your own desires.
If I am not a cardinal I cannot become pope and when my father dies I have a suggestion for a way to secure your victory.
I will argue with those who resist.
Yes.
Well, my way, you do not have to say a word.
The Lance of Longinus.
- With which he killed Pedro Caldes.
- An act of blasphemy.
And so, we will pray for the soul of Giovanni Battista Zeno.
Amen.
The supreme Pontiff will now hear testimony regarding Cesare Borgia's appeal to resign from the Sacred College of Cardinals.
What is there to talk about? Do none recall the day Cesare Borgia brought bloodshed into this holy place? Yes, he should leave the Sacred College and burn in hell.
Silence.
Assent.
- 27.
- Unanimous.
The Consistory has spoken.
We reluctantly accept Cesare Borgia's resignation effective immediately.
I recommend Juan Lanzol to succeed me as Archbishop of Valencia.
Your vote proves that to do something holy you must sometimes do what is unholy.
You are a cabal of hypocrites.
If hell does exist, we will all fry in the same pan.
So what have you come to say? Do not marry Alfonso.
Underneath his fine exterior is a depraved soul.
This union is another punishment from God for Juan's death.
The Almighty has made it clear I do not deserve happiness.
Do I not make you happy? No, brother.
I think you make me saddest of all.
Because of our shared feelings? Lucrezia, I have spent these last days charting a new course for myself.
But in this moment I am not certain any of it matters.
I love you.
May this marriage be your punishment for killing Perotto.
Though the Though the joy we feel is tempered by the absence of little Giovanni we propose a toast to the beauteous bride and to our new son, Alfonso di Calabria Prince of Bisciglie and Salerno.
Salute.
Now, everyone, enjoy the evening.
Rodrigo.
With so much love in the air, I'm in the most amorous mood.
Let us spend the rest of the night in our bedchamber.
Alas, I have a duty to perform that will take me to the hour of Matins.
Duty? The marriage must be consummated tonight so that later there can be proof that the groom functions as a husband.
I could not believe it with my own eyes.
He drank all of it.
Lucrezia.
I'd like to turn back the hours.
May we speak? No, go to your wife.
- The beast snuck up behind me.
- Lucrezia.
I said: Go away.
Cesare, you played the unicorn? Did you see? The unicorn can only be tamed by a virgin.
Then I hope Carlotta d'Aragona is still chaste.
Unlike you.
I'm grateful that our kiss did not become a fuck.
What a monster would we have created.
Whereas you and Perotto have given the world perfection.
I wonder, where is your son? And I wonder why you do not seem to care.
My darling.
I long to be with you.
Alone.
- Are you nervous? - Are you? Oh, indeed.
But I do not mind.
You are worth the world, my love.
Convincing, but not enough.
Alfonso, pull back the sheet.
I hear and see only you.
Cling tightly.
Hear and see only me.
I still cannot tell whether this is acting.
I am sorry but where is his penis? Children, we must witness the penetration.
Fuck me, husband.
Yes, fuck me.
Fuck me harder.
Harder, fuck me.
Yes, you are a god.
A god.