Alexander n’ Cesare is reconciled at last, n’ tha Pimp reveals dat tha Papal Armies done been strengthened n’ re-equipped wit tha scrilla saved from tha Crusade n’ tha proceedz of tha Jubilee. Now, tha Borgias is locked n loaded ta move against they enemies tha Sforzas n’ is locked n loaded ta take they first step towardz they illest goal: ta carve up a hereditary mackdaddydom across tha ass of Italy. Cesare marches his wild lil’ fearsome army ta lay siege ta Catherina Sforza’s castle at Forli. Catherina is determined ta resist despite tha artillery bombardment n’ tha dark shiznit of starvation up in tha bitter winter n’ shit. Micheletto reappears from tha shadows - his wild lil’ fucked up ass aint gonna yet let his ass return ta Cesare’s steez yo, but da ruffneck do advise Cesare of weak spots up in Forli’s defences. Back up in Rome, Cesare findz dat Alfonso has become even mo’ aggressive n’ Cesare plans ta cappin’ his muthafuckin ass. But circumstances become deadly when a scuffle breaks up between Cesare n’ a thugged-out faded Alfonso. Da doctor reports dat Alfonso will certainly die, slowly n’ painfully over nuff muthafuckin days. Devastated, Lucrezia turns ta her potions ta end his wild lil’ freakadelic game painlessly wit Cesare vowin dat now dat biiiiatch is ghon be his wild lil’ fo’ good.