The Borgias, Season Two

Cesare Borgia:
... Father?

Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI:
(to Antonello) Bring us some wine. (Cesare drinks, Antonello brings over the wine-pitcher, pours some into a cup, and drains it)

Antonello:
(pause)... It is good, Holiness. (Rodrigo nods and gestures for him to pour; Antonello fills his goblet, then takes the tray across the room)

Cesare Borgia:
(staring at the earth coating Rodrigo's hands and robes) What's happened to your hands, Father?

Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI:
(glances at his filthy hands)... We have buried our son. (Cesare stares at him in disbelief) And, we realize now... that, we have brought this... upon ourselves. (takes a drink)

Cesare Borgia:
Father...

Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI:
(shrugs) You, are our own doing. What you've done, is our doing also. We brought you to this. (Cesare looks away angrily) You say, we granted every favor to him... but, our favors fell on him so easily. Of their own accord! (sees Cesare is still resentful and sighs sadly, smiling) You are too much like me. A man feels less favor, for his own image, reflected.

Cesare Borgia:
(long pause, trying to form the words) If I cannot have your affection... can you at least grant me, your forgiveness?

Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI:
(conflicted expression) I...