The Borgias, Season Two

Guiliano Della Rovere:
Friar.

Girolamo Savanarola:
(lighting candles) Are you the cleric in red?

Guiliano Della Rovere:
I find the robes of your Order suit me better, at this... pitiful juncture.

Girolamo Savanarola:
Have you taken our vows?

Guiliano Della Rovere:
I can no longer serve the Pope of Rome.

Girolamo Savanarola:
Ah, yes. I heard of your plans for his deposition. Your plans failed. Miserably.

Guiliano Della Rovere:
...Indeed. I must confess to failure.

Girolamo Savanarola:
Oh, so have you come here to make a confession of your failure?

Guiliano Della Rovere:
No. I'm here to propose a solution to the sickness in our Holy Mother Church.

Girolamo Savanarola:
(smirks) A solution?

Guiliano Della Rovere:
We must remove him.

Girolamo Savanarola:
From the Chair of St. Peter's?

Guiliano Della Rovere:
From the Chair of St. Peter's-

Girolamo Savanarola:
But you tried that already.

Guiliano Della Rovere:
From the Chair of St. Peter's- and, from this world. (Savanarola pauses)

Girolamo Savanarola:
... I shared a vision with you, once. Of the bloated figure of the Borgia Pope, lying blackened with sickness, on the floor of St. Peter's. No one dared approach it. Are you saying you're the one to bring this to pass?

Guiliano Della Rovere:
Only if I have your blessing, Friar- and, the blessing of your Order.

Girolamo Savanarola:
You have the blessing of the Lord- for He shall bring it to pass. And, if my vision was a true one, you will have my blessing- and the blessing of the Lord Himself. (pause) "Be the sword of the Apocalypse, the sword of Righteousness. Ride out like Death, on a Pale Horse." (gives Della Rovere a grim smile and leaves)