All language subtitles for Borgia S107

Verbum incarnatum.
His Holiness
Alexander VI...

We have no time for
formalities, Burchard.

Holiness,
a sad day for
Naples,

for all of Italy.
King Ferrante is dead.

Tragic. Is there much rioting?

Prince Alfonso d'Aragona
Duke of Calabria,

who is beloved by our people,
keeps the capital calm.

For now.

We shall compose
a message of condolence.

Holiness, Alfonso would prefer
a show of support.

You must perform the Prince's
coronation in person.

Dear colleagues, your thoughts?

There can be but
one thought. France.

King Charles has
the divine right
to rule in Naples.

Spain believes Alfonso
should succeed his father.

We tend to agree.
Of course, you would.

Suddenly, you have
four children.
A daughter married to Milan,

a son to Spain and soon
another son will join
the Royal Family of Naples.

And one
will claim the
Papal States.

You are no longer interested
in acquiring dioceses,
Borgia.

You wish to rule an empire.

Cesare, be silent.

Our new cardinal is full of
youthful exuberance.

Yet he and della Rovere
both make the same point.

Our decision must be
based on law and divine right.

We shall accept testimony,
evidence, briefs from both
Charles and Alfonso

justifying their claims
to the throne.
We shall study each item

and then we and we alone
shall render a verdict.

Regardless of your decision,
Charles will march.

Your only choice is whether
his path through Rome

is marked with
a kiss on your ring,

or a poker up your rectum.

The consistory
is concluded.
Verbum incarnatum.

Father, della Rovere demeans
your papal authority.
He must be arrested.

No.

Della Rovere will,
as usual, leave Rome
like a petulant child.

He will travel to his fortress
in Ostia and then to France

where he'll try and
slither his way back into
the heart of King Charles.

His absence from Rome will
not stop his intrigues.
Your life is in danger.

We must surround you with
Papal Guards at all times.

To live in fear,
is to live without God.

Three months.

Three months of mindless
meals and sexless nights.

Silence, girl.

Lucrezia, I share your anger.

Then show it.

After the incident at
Saint Peter's I was ordered,
upon the penalty of exile,

to not speak of our

encounter to a living soul.
Not even my cousin, Ascanio.
Not even with you.

Then I should speak
for us, to Pope Alexander.

No, I forbid it.

I am a woman now.
You no longer rule
my actions, or my heart.

Holy Father, I wish to
make love to my husband.

What?

The time has come to have
a real marriage with Giovanni.

Lucrezia, no,
you must remain
untouched.

You marry me to a man that
you will not permit me to love

and you will not tell me why?

Do you have faith in us?

After a lifetime of believing
that you were my uncle?

I am no longer
a little girl, Father.

I cannot be bribed by trinkets.

Oh, the tumult of my mind
each time we meet.

The sight of my wife,
her womb swollen
with a bastard child.

A Pope's child.

Your Holiness, may I present
the Princess Maria Enriques
de Luna,

royal niece of Spain.

Holy Father,
my soul is nourished
by your presence.

Juan has claimed Spain's
most beautiful jewel.

Where is our son?
I do not know.

I have not seen him
since we arrived in Rome.

I shall fetch him.

Juan, he wants you.

Where have you been?

Why did you not accompany
Maria Enriques
to our first meeting?

Ferdinand and Isabella
did not attend
the wedding ceremony.

The royal couple must not
love their niece
as much as was assumed.

Or the groom was
not to their liking.

What did you do
to raise their ire?

Nothing.

Forget the girl.
The Papal Guard.

You are still
the Captain General.

Virginio Orsini is
Prefect of Rome.

And therefore my superior.
But we are his.

Go, organize your army.

Temper your power
with compassion.

Do you have
something to say, Cesare?

Juan...

No.

I seek only permission
to visit Cardinal Farnese
in Orvieto.

Go. With Godspeed.

Holiness, do you truly believe
Virginio will welcome Juan
back into the Papal Guard?

Virginio has yet to indict
the man behind
the attack on Giulia.

Like all of the Orsini,
our Prefect has
his own agenda.

But Juan is...

There were countless
desertions when he was in
command of the Papal Guard.

My son needs seasoning,
an experienced guide.

Summon Guidobaldo
de Montefeltro.

The Duke of Urbino
will serve as
second in command.

I had to get away
from Rome to think.

Every day, the Papacy
is compromised by
enemies from within.

Della Rovere?
And Colonna and Sforza.

And yet the Holy Father
depends on Juan
for protection.

Juan.

Who the night before his
wedding to
Spain's Royal Princess

went whoring through Barcelona.

When Queen Isabella learned of
his degeneracy she refused to
watch the wedding ceremony.

Does your father know this?

No, I almost told him, but...

Come, show me your fortress.

My dear Lucrezia, are you ill?

No.

My cousin has
not upset you, has he?

No, my father.
After all these months

he still prohibits me from
sharing the bed with Giovanni.

My place is not to contradict
your father, but as a priest

I believe that in the eyes
of Mother Church

the sacrament of marriage
is a divine union between
a man, his wife, the Lord

and no one else.

What if

Giovanni does not see
the circumstances that way?

Fear of retribution
has clouded his ardor.

Then you must do what
all women do
to save their marriages.

You must tell your husband
what he wants to hear.

Whether it be the truth

or not.

A fearsome place,
your Fortezza dell'Albornoz.

My family built this
fortress 300 years ago
to protect Rome.

We can do so again from France.

I have both the will
and the manpower.

But not the money.

I shall ask my father
for the gold.

No need. I wrote a letter
to my sister,
she shall convince the Pope.

My brother writes from Orvieto.

He does not live like
a cardinal, but as a pauper.

The Farnese fortress
is in a grave state.

I cannot...

Cannot what?

Disturb waters
better left placid.

I need a compelling reason.

Am I not compelling enough?

Naming him a cardinal
was a risk.

To send him a fortune would be

at the current time,
a tactical disaster.

Are your children by Vannozza
Cattanei the only ones to
receive your generosity?

Will my baby, too, be excluded?

La Bella...

I will love our child
as well as any other.

Women, Francesc,
are God's device
to humble men.

Your son, Juan
and the Duke of Urbino
are here, as requested.

Guidobaldo, is the
Papal Guard
ready for battle?

Yes, Holiness.

We have officially stripped
the traitorous della Rovere
of his archdiocese.

Take your men to Ostia,
seize the port,
sack his palace.

If the Pope sends Juan
to conquer Ostia,
victory will be easy.

If I were Juan, I would lead
an outright assault.

Bridges laid across the moat.

Here and here.

You rush a siege tower over
this one and a battering ram
over the other.

Our fiercest fighters
will climb ladders
here, here and here.

Once inside, we take
these two hallways, trapping
della Rovere's men here,

on the stairs...

slaughtering them all.

You are that well-versed
in the strategy of war?

I suffered at school
not because I did not study,

but because I studied Caesar
instead of Christ.

For even Jesus said,
"Give unto Caesar
what is Caesar's

"and to God what is God's."

But there is no place for God
on the battlefield.

Ostia is yours, Holiness.

Excellent, my son.

Excellent.

This attack only complicates
our relations
with King Charles.

Because della Rovere
has sailed for France,
Vice Chancellor?

But you knew that already.

What allegiance do you have
to Rome, to the Holy Church,
if you plot with della Rovere

to have a French fleur-de-lis
fly above the Vatican?

You speak of allegiance,
yet you spit on your own vows.

My cousin is yet
to consummate his marriage.

Am I an idiot,
not to understand
what that means?

You intend to retreat
from our alliance.

We have no such intentions.

I do not believe you.

We are the Pope.

And owe your tiara to me.

That debt was long ago paid.

I love my family deeply,
as you do yours.

I had hoped the union of
Lucrezia and Giovanni would...

Oh, well...

I know the language
of the French, as well as
the Spanish tongue.

Lucrezia, why are you alone?

Where is Lady Adriana?
Ho, there, servant, someone.

Stop. We do not
need a chaperone.

But the Pope...

Has given his consent for us.

To consummate?

My heart has ached for you.

Go away.

What is wrong, Giovanni?
Why can you not take me?

Lucrezia, I...
Am I not attractive enough?

Was your first wife
more beautiful?

This has never happened before.

Holy Father.

Shahzadeh.

Do you not congratulate
Rome's Captain General
on his recent victory?

Holiness, the Fortezza
dell'Albornoz is on the
verge of collapse.

Cardinal Farnese complains?

No, he is in
perpetual gratitude

for the Pontiff's boundless
generosity, yet he...

Wants to repair his fortress
in hopes of
repairing his own fortune.

The military value
of Orvieto is immense.

I have written a report
detailing its advantages.

We would be wise to put
Orvieto in Rome's service.

Farnese should use his
own money on his own vanity.

Your life would infinitely
be more arduous if you were to
live by your own ideals.

Return to Orvieto.
Inform Alessandro that we
shall finance this endeavor.

Holiness, I go at once.

Bring the Lady Giulia.

Tell her that
I have glad tidings.

- All the way up.
- Yes.

Yesterday's battles are fought
with swords and lances.

Move them on.

Seal the gaps in the walls
with stones and mortar.

Cesare,
the time is
past midnight.

Get some rest, we can
continue working tomorrow.

No, we must make haste.

Our time is now, Alessandro.

How is my lady?

I am Alfonso D'Este,
son of Ferrara's
illustrious Duke, Ercole.

He has sent me to see
the beauty that is Rome.

You are infinitely
more attractive
than the Pantheon.

Go away.

Truly?

Worry not, Countess, we shall
see one another soon.

The Veil of Saint Veronica,

which wiped the sweat from
our Lord and gave him
a temporary relief

on his way to the Cross.

We fine each of you 10 ducats

the proceeds of which
will help feed Rome's poorest.

You are dismissed by
His Holiness,
Pope Alexander VI.

Supreme Pontiff, Signora Zongha

brings a claim before
the Pontifical Tribunal

relating to an incident
yesterday at a tavern
on the Via del Corso.

Me and my husband, Gaetano,
we have lived wretchedly,
in poverty.

Where is your husband, Signora?

Dead.

He was a thief and a murderer,
I make no excuses for that.

An honest life was never his...

forte.

I see.

But Gaetano was promised
five ducats to attack the Lady
Giulia Farnese.

He did what he was hired
to do, but, instead of cash,

he got Virginio Orsini's
sword through his heart.

Who hired your husband?

Yesterday the man who had
promised to pay
came into the tavern.

And when I tried to
collect, he beat me.

Who? A name.

Migliorati. Orsino
Orsini Migliorati.
He squints a lot.

I want my five
ducats, Holiness.

A woman was nearly murdered,
her beauty mutilated, and you
would have your five ducats?

Get this useless
cunt out of here.

I want that squinting piece
of Orsini shit brought to me.

Breathing.

You behave brazenly
with Alfonso D'Este

under the gaze of our Lord
Jesus, your new sister-in-law
and your husband.

I did nothing.

Signor D'Este spoke to me.

Mother...

Mother, I am undone.

The Pope knows everything.

Stand up.

We must go to your
Orsini uncles. They will
spirit you from Rome.

You will speak
of this to no one.

Orsino is guilty
and you hid his crime.

I conducted a valid
investigation. Orsino swore
to his innocence,

his hand upon the Holy Bible.

You lie.
I do not.

Liar or no, you have failed.

Pope Alexander dismisses you
as Prefect of Rome.

Your chain of office.

I am the new Prefect.

How is it
possible Orsino
managed to escape?

Making a fool of you
and your son's Papal Guard.

Why are you not out
there, tearing apart
the Orsini household?

Lady, the Orsini
have departed Rome,

fuelled by their anger
over Virginio's
dismissal as Prefect.

They are at their
fortress in Bracciano.

Then send troops after them.

We must not attack Bracciano
unless we are certain that
Monoculus is there.

Ask Adriana.

Adriana loathes her son,
he would never confide in her.

Father, I need to
speak with you.
Not now.

But...
Not now, I say. Be gone.

Take action, Rodrigo,
take action.

The more you delay, the weaker
you are in the eyes of della
Rovere, of France, of Spain.

Attacking the Orsini
is madness, they are
allies of Naples.

We can take Bracciano.

Their fortress is impregnable.
They have seasoned fighters.

A victory on our part
would need an act of God.

My army is strong,
I have proven so in Ostia.

Do you contemplate this action
out of political necessity

or personal vendetta?

De Montefeltro, your opinion?

Given the proper strategy,
yes, we can seize Bracciano.

This is one of those rare
moments where
expediency and vengeance

go comfortably in hand.

His Holiness does not
desire one man,
but a whole city.

Is Migliorati
not the source
of our troubles?

He is a pimple.
The entire Orsini family
is our tumor.

A direct assault,
similar to Ostia.

Prefect, Virginio Orsini
knows our strategy from Ostia.

Surprise will not
be on our side.

Perhaps. You suggest?
A siege.

Aim the ballista
south, to cover the Tiber.

We shall be ready if
the French attack by water.

We must hurry!

The hour approaches
when His Holiness will be
here to inspect our handiwork.

Swords over here.
Yes.

Orsini's troops will stream
from the fortress here,

but because of the slopes
of the hill, will be forced
to curve around this bend,

leaving their flank
unprotected.

Then, our men will charge.

I disagree. In this
circumstance, a defensive
position is stronger

than an offensive one.

You are a good,
practical man, Duke,

but you are no Borgia.

We charge.

Charles should take care that
you do not invade France,
Cesare.

There is more.

You inspire great
pride in us, Cesare.

You shall be
Governor of Orvieto.

You are the engineer
of this insult.

I have been a faithful friend.

This is my archdiocese.

You have yours in Rome,
another in Spain.

And now you are
to govern my people,
and I am to do what?

Stick small wafers in their
mouths, absolve them of sins
they will only commit again?

We could rule as equals.

You do not consider
anyone equal, Governor.

You used me to influence your
father for your own benefit.

You are, as always,
a selfish bastard.

We are finished.

How many of our men are dead?

We lost two Celeres
and almost all of our horses.

Where is the Duke of Urbino?

Captured, held by Orsino
for a ransom of 50,000 ducats.

When will you pay the ransom?
I will not pay.

That would be
a sign of weakness.

War is different
than a street brawl.

And what of Orsino?

He is...

at large.

You have failed me
as a general and as a son.

Be gone from my sight.

Father, may I
have the donkey?
Be silent.

Juan will be
patriarch of this
family when I am dead.

Go.

Contact Cardinal de Medici
and Cardinal Grimani.

Florence and Venice
must come to our aid.

Fortify the walls around
Rome, especially
the Apostolic Palace.

We want a moat dug
circling the Castel
Sant'Angelo.

We must be ready,
if the Orsini decide to
attack before the French do.

And, we shall have a banquet.

There is to be a banquet.

Yes.

And so instead
of primping, you read?

I have not decided yet
whether I will attend.

- I am angry at His Holiness.
- Oh.

Then you have more
courage than most.

So, tell me,
how is married life?

Does satisfying
the Pope's wishes
satisfy you?

I only ask because

the other morning,
when I first saw you

you were praying so hard.

Your hands were
clenched together,
like this,

the color in
your knuckles
went white.

Your eyes were clenched, too.

I had heretical thoughts.

Really?

Tell me one.

I do not dare, no.

You are fully a woman,

and I am fully a man.

I, too, have
heretical thoughts.

Speak your soul,
and I will speak mine.

Do you swear on the life
of your father
never to repeat a word?

I do. And you?

I do.

The face of Jesus is
supposed to be imprinted
on Saint Veronica's veil.

I examined the relic.

There were only a few brown
stains, nothing more.

And so?

Nothing is real.
Everyone lies.

The stories of our saints
are fairy tales.

Saint Veronica showed
compassion to a man

who had been abandoned
by the rest of the world,

who was about to die
a terrible death on Calvary.

Even if she never wiped
the brow of Christ,
never even existed,

we must be thankful
for the example,

for the potential
of that kindness.

Will you slow down,
please, husband?

We must not be late.

For a moment.
I wish to share some...

Father already views
me as a laggard.

I must do all I can
to rise once more
to the height of Cesare.

Allow me to assist you.

Okay, two steps to the left
and a kick, all right? Go.

There you go. Now, two kicks
and one to the back.

Oh, friend,
step away
from my wife

or I shall expedite
the passage of your
soul to heaven.

You must be jesting.

Most certainly I am not.

Then come at me, old man.

Lower your weapon, Sforza.

Are you to permit
this transgression?

As Prefect of Rome,
I order you to
sheathe your dagger.

Alessandro has written me,
greatly bereaved.

You made Cesare
Governor of Orvieto.

Giulia...

My brother's only desire is
to be of the utmost
service to you.

Enough.

You act as if my entire papacy
is designed for the benefit
of Alessandro Farnese.

When you enter the Room of the
Saints, look around, Rodrigo.

Count the number of cardinals.

Notice how few remain loyal
when your power is questioned.

Is now the time to snub
the ones who love
the Borgia family?

Huh. At last.

Father, good news
from Giovanni de Medici.

If France brings war,
Florence will stand with us
defending northern Italy.

And Venice?
Did you persuade them?

Venice remains indifferent.

Perhaps I should speak with
the Venecian ambassador.

I have other news, Brother.

Since you refuse to
pay Guidobaldo de
Montefeltro's ransom

the people of Urbino
have taken the cost
upon themselves.

The Duke is free again and
he vows that your heart will
beat its last in his hands.

We need to discuss Orvieto.

Husband, please, we must speak.

If
necessary, you will
fulfill your duties...

This is unjust.

But necessary.
Making me unnecessary.

You will fulfill your duties
as Cardinal-Deacon of
Santa Maria Nuova.

And you will be satisfied.

As you wish, Lord God.

Holiness, Father,
I have tremendous news.

I am to have a child.

To my first grandchild.

Bravo.

Della Rovere wants me dead.

But in order to wear
this after me...

He must keep his hands clean.

Must convince
the French to kill you.
Hmm.

I am and always will be
a stranger to these Italians.

I speak their language,
I know their history
more intimately than they do.

I bring order to
the most lawless
corners of this city.

I make certain
their children eat.

But I am still nothing,
just a Catalan.

But you, Father, you have
the opportunity to reverse
their judgment.

To prove their
prejudice untrue.

People in every land
love their own
and hate the outsider.

I do not begrudge this.

Do you know why?

Because of you.

You, Juan, Lucrezia, Goffredo.

You are my four
greatest kingdoms,

my four most lavish riches,

my four truest allies.

I would never
degrade you, my son.

Do you understand?

Yes.

You do not want to be
a priest, the path that
I have chosen for myself.

Did you ever stop to think
that I did not favor
Juan over you?

That, in making you a
priest, I want to raise
you higher than him?

Put it on.

Some day, you will
succeed me as Pope.

I have decided to endorse
the claim of Prince Alfonso
over King Charles.

You must go to Naples,
be my surrogate,
crown Alfonso.

Me?
You are Archbishop
of Valencia.

By you, my blood, performing
the ceremony, Alfonso will
have my endorsement.

But I will have room
to maneuver if he should fail.

And given the strength of
the French army, there is
a good chance of that.

Then why?

Why not do what is expedient?
Why not choose Charles?

I said I would study the
case, which was, in fact,
a ruse to buy time.

But the more
I have read
and pray,

I am convinced
Alfonso is the
rightful heir.

Crowning him is the honest,
righteous thing to do.

I will go to Naples
for the coronation
and Goffredo's wedding.

Good.

But I want
all my sons
present.

Juan must go with you.

Make peace
with your
brother, Cesare.

May I enter?

I...

wish us to speak privately.

My son, Orsino, he...

A mother acts,
at times, on impulse.

When Vannozza took you
from Subiaco, she did so
with the best intentions

even though she

defied the orders
of those she should obey.

With Orsino I found myself
in a similar position.

I serve His Holiness,
I love His Holiness.

But my greater
responsibility at that
moment was to save my son.

Can you understand that?

Can I trust you not to speak
of my role in my son's escape?

Cousin,

to your secret I am as deaf
and mute as
the son of Croesus.

In return,

you will remove yourself
from my affairs, be
they with my husband,

or Alfonso D'Este,
or any other male.

I am sorry, my dear,
but as I said, I

serve His Holiness,
who speaks the word of God.

Oh, sweet savior.

How is it possible

that my desire for you grows
with the size of your belly?

Not now, Gacet.

Yes, now, Father.
I will be put off no longer.

I have information regarding
Orsino Orsini Migliorati
and Adriana de Mila.

Holiness, please...

Please.

I have been a faithful
servant to you, a
mother to Lucrezia.

Family, we are family.

Sweet cousin, Holy Father.

Your cunt of a son
runs free because of you,
your duplicity.

Yes.

Yes, it is true.

I helped my son, my only son.

A son I have denied for years.

Rodrigo, I have no one but you.

After 30 years of devotion,
I have made one mistake.

Only one, only one mistake.

One is too many.

What is to become of me?

Am I to be executed?

You will be escorted to
the town of Carbognano,
a mere 50 kilometers away,

where you will remain
until your natural death.

You are hereby
banished from Rome,

never again to breathe
the air of the Eternal City.

No, no, no!

I would prefer to die.

Then the punishment fits.

I curse you, Rodrigo, and
the whore Giulia
and your fucking child.

I curse you.

Quite a week.

A coronation
and a royal wedding.

Double congratulations,
King Alfonso.

We are all delighted that you
wear the crown of Naples,

but your coronation
has its consequences.

France will attack
Italy, and soon.

His Holiness expects
the Neapolitan army
to defend the Papal States.

Our troops will be ready.

Juan, I hereby name you
Prince of Tricarico.

And Cesare, I grant you Molise

and Terra di Lavoro.

Like your brother, Goffredo,
Naples is now your home, too.

You are a prince.

And you, Cardinal Borgia,
handled the coronation
like a Pope.

Oh, Sancia...

If hell exists,
we will both burn.

Father, Father.

You have returned from Naples
with God's speed, Juan.

How was the wedding?
The bride is lovely.

Father...

I have failed you
in Bracciano, but last
night I redeemed myself.

I have a new man
under my employ.

Steadfast, stealthy, merciless.

Orsino Orsini Migliorati
has made retribution
for his sins.

Tomaso, bring me a flame.

Tomaso?

The Borgia wish you well...

in hell.

My son.

Orsino is gone.

Out of our life.

Yes.

You are not pleased?

In our name,
men have died
in battle.

Families have been
torn asunder.

Those who stood in our way
have been silenced.

But now the spilt
blood has spread...

under our very own door.

This one act
of retribution, this...

murder...

changes everything.