All language subtitles for Borgia S110

You're in peril, Cesare.
We Turks are masters of chess.

You mean masters
of the sneak attack.

How much longer
till we move on,
till we reach Naples?

With this weather,
quite a while.

Istanbul is never so damp.

The chill.

King Charles.

Majesty, to what
do we owe the honor?

I come bearing a dispatch,
which I feel compelled
to deliver in person.

Shahzadeh, your son is dead.

My condolences.

My son...

Murdered by my brother.

Bajazet cut off my boy's head.

Oguzhan was only two years old.

God, Allah, he will see
that your son is nurtured
and treasured.

Holy Father,
Prince Ferdinand
von Habsburg,

nephew to
the Emperor Maximilian

and soon to be
godfather to your
beloved daughter, Laura.

Prince Ferdinand,
we welcome you.

Prince,
do as you were instructed.

Stop!

Holy Holiness, my uncle...

You will have
to speak louder,
young Prince.

We cannot hear your murmuring.

My uncle, Maximilian,

Emperor of the Romans, says...

He said that

troops are in the Alps
and soon will arrive here.

Rome, I mean.
My uncle said.

I'd like to go home now.

After the ceremony.

Ferdinand, come.
I will show you
to your quarters.

Do you enjoy
the taste of marzipan?

Gacet, the truth.
Maximilian?

It was as the child said.

The imperial army
remains in the Alps

and they've captured the towns
of Feltre and Belluno
from the Venetians.

Feltre and Belluno?

The French were
never near those places.

How does this help us
win the war against Charles?

Maximilian's
conquests are solely
for his own benefit.

The Emperor shows
little indication

of pushing his forces
further into Italy

to engage with the French.

The Holy Roman Emperor
may not come to our aid,

but we can use his aggressions
to sway the Venetians.

Ah, Francesco, go to Venice.

Tell the Doge
we have secret intelligence.

If he does not join with us,
his precious canals
will be overrun by Germans.

Instead of gondolas,
they will be using Ruderboote.

Hmm.

Maria.

You are in high spirits.

I have received
my first communique

from Alfonso D'Este
since my divorce.

He says that
he will be the first
man to die in battle,

not from an enemy's blow,
but from his heart
bursting with love.

I am too heavy to dance.

And I am too joyous not to.
Do not touch me.

Why do you shrink
from my touch?

Here is

your brother's handiwork.

My husband.
No.

This is what men do.

And now I am trapped
in this vile city
with this cruel monster.

Cover yourself, please.
Pantisilea, help.

I am sorry.

I...

My baby, Lucrezia.
I am scared,
with these beatings,

that Juan will kill
the baby inside me

before I can
even meet my child.

No, that will not happen.

Going to war with my brother.

All for what?
A title? A crown?

I was so desperate
to show my father,
even after he died,

that I was the one
who should rule

and not his favorite, Bajazet.

I ask you, Cesare,

was my ambition
worth the consequences?

What in the name of Muhammad,
praise be his name, is this?

It's a soup to ease your cough.

Sip a bit more.

You will need
your strength for when
the two of us escape.

Honestly, woman,
is your sole goal in life
to make me late?

- I am sorry.
- I cannot move faster.

You can and you will.
Now, forward.

The christening begins shortly.

Yes, you must
encourage your lady
to follow through

with her plans
regarding Maria Enriques.

Lucrezia should interfere
with all that does not
concern her.

And when Juan Borgia knows
of his sister's meddling,

he will be filled
with the furies.

Oh, you are not hanging her,

only showing her
how to tie the knot.

Laura, you are
no longer a foreigner.

You are a citizen
of the kingdom of God.

You are a member
of the household
of the Almighty,

built upon the foundation
of the Apostles
with Christ Jesus himself

as the cornerstone.

Be thou opened
in the odor of sweetness.

And thou, devil, flee,

for the judgment of God...

I hate Rome!

Lady Rosalina della Mirandola,
do you, as godmother
of this child,

reject Satan, father of sin
and prince of darkness

on Laura's behalf?

I do reject him.

Prince Ferdinand von Habsburg,

do you, as godfather
of this child, reject Satan,

father of sin and
prince of darkness,
on Laura's behalf?

If this tantrum continues,
Prince, I will have you
made a eunuch.

Without your tiny testicles,
Satan will be the least
of your troubles.

Yes, I do reject him.
I reject Satan.

I anoint you, Laura,
priest, prophet and king.

Send Ferdinand
back to his uncle.

I thought you intended
to use the boy
as a bargaining tool.

We would rather lose our tiara

than listen to his crying
another day.

Let me call for a doctor, Djem.

No, never.

French doctors
are no better
than shamans.

Only Jews and Arabs
know the medicinal arts.

I cannot go to Spain
dressed like a peasant.

- You must.
- No one will take notice

of a lowly servant
leaving the Apostolic Palace.

Oh.

And herbs, for while
you're at sea,

to delay the birth
until you reach Spain.

Reveal your true identity
to no one,
save Bishop Desprats,

the Papal Legate in Barcelona.

I've done right, have I not?

Come, now, Djem.
You must get better.

The weather clears.
Naples awaits.

What

of our escape?

Those plans have changed.

We go to Naples,
and from there,
to your homeland.

Charles plots a Crusade
against your brother.

With Bajazet vanquished,

you will be restored
to your rightful throne.

Ar-rah...

Allah calls.

You shall walk
along the Hippodrome.

You shall revenge your son.

Oguzhan.

I can see him.

Djem.

Djem.

I am sorry, my dear friend.

I know not
the proper Muslim prayer
to send your soul to Allah.

May your God
offer you a seat
beside your son.

Guard, he is dead.

Dead?
Yes, Holiness.

Unfortunate. The fever?

The French believe
Djem was poisoned.

They accuse your son.

Never.

Cesare would not harm a friend.

We thank God
that Cesare escaped.

I suspect
he gave those Cappadocian
horses to Charles

expecting to use one to escape.

Your son is most likely
on his way here, to you.

No, he will not come
to the Vatican

knowing that the French
will search here first.

And they will
bang on our doors
with fire in their eyes.

Why?
What did Cesare do?

He blew up
the munitions tent and set
the French encampment ablaze.

Ending their march on Naples?

Unfortunately, no.

The storm in Campania
has abated.

King Charles continues
his advance south.

Hmm.

May the Spanish
be there to greet him
with sword and lance.

A miracle that
Cesare slipped away.

The angels above
hold a special love
for that boy.

Oh, Cesare.

Mmm.

Were you mistreated?
No.

No?
Not physically,
not by the French.

God, on the other hand,
was as abusive as ever.

And you come here,
not the Vatican?

I am heading to Orvieto.

Alessandro and his fortress
will shelter me,

at least for the moment.

Come, you will have
good food and clean clothes.

Come, come with me.

Cesare, come.

Oh.

King Charles
entered Naples to great
huzzahs yesterday.

As expected.
Good news
from the north.

Cardinal Piccolomini
has successfully
persuaded Venice

to join our Holy League.

Where is he?

King Charles
demands an answer.
Where is he?

Who is this "he"?

Cardinal Cesare Borgia.

His Majesty, the King of France

and Naples, demands
your son's return.

King of Naples?

So, della Rovere
took it upon himself
to crown Charles.

And Cardinal Borgia
was not there to witness
the coronation.

You know very well
he has escaped.

If Cardinal Borgia
left unexpectedly,

he did so in fear of his life.

My liege gave his word
that your son would be safe.

Charles has kept
his end of the agreement.

You, however, have not.

Have we not?

You called upon Spain
to fight our army in Naples

despite avowing friendship
to King Charles.

Your word, Holiness,
is worth no more
than a bull's shit.

Now, surrender
your son or suffer.

French troops
will return to Rome,
and this time,

we shall fire our cannons
at your precious
Borgia apartments.

All of Catholic Europe
knows that Cardinal Borgia

was in excellent health
when anointed
Legate to France.

If he is missing,

our advice is if you find him,
to keep him very much alive.

I shall find him,
and when I do,

I'll treat your son
as I did your beloved Giulia.

Having penetrated
one of your family already,

I look forward
to violating another.

You fucked your way to freedom!

My love, please.
You must believe me.

Spare me your touch!

You have but two options.

Depart, at once, forever

or make your sin right.

I need you.
I need Laura.

Just tell me what to do,
Rodrigo. Anything.

Be gone from my sight.

Lord Jaches is very handsome.

And intelligent.

Oh, Lucrezia...

Jaches dotes on me.

We walk and we do not
have to make conversation.

Just walk, hand in hand, quiet.

And everyone around us,
everything is slow
and beautiful.

I cannot wait
for our wedding day.

When Alfonso and I
are together,
there is never silence.

He asks me deeply
probing questions.

He truly wants
to know me, Rosalina.

But you have not
spoken to him
in many months, yes?

Because he fights
against your father.

The politics are complicated.

What?

Have you seen my wife?

No, not at all.

Your brother has always

scared me.

I once thought him great.

We have been friends
since I tutored you in Latin
years ago, yet...

Juan knows not my name.

That is for the best.

Holiness, an intriguing
turn of events.

Our spies report

that General
d'Allegre has suffered
a terrible misfortune.

Oh.

Last night, a person,
or persons unknown,

gained entrance to his suite
at the palazzo Santa Maria
and...

Cut off his testicles.

A remarkable woman.

"All is made right.

"Giulia."

The Fortezza Dell'Albornoz
has never beheld
a beauty such as you.

Why, Eminence,
for a cardinal,
you are quite carnal.

Well, God sees
the loveliness in you.

He knows a man of the cloth.

I came seeking refuge,

but I fear
I am the third partner
in a dance for two.

Oh.

Your Holiness,
news from King Ferdinand.

Spanish troops stand
ready to advance
north from Sicily

if you grant
Queen Isabella
one proviso.

What now?

She demands
a purge of the Jews
from the Eternal City.

Fine. We shall
purge the Jews

after the Spanish
defeat our enemies.

Sister, how good to see you.

What are you doing
in my chamber uninvited?

Reading this
frivolous confection

from your sweet Alfonso D'Este.

You realize
he battles against us?

He loves me.
Put that down.

Samplitipea,
would you please leave?

Then make him leave as well.

We have serious
family business
to discuss.

Please, sit.

I ask politely.

Sit.

Cesare and I used
to play this game.

Go like this.

What is the matter?

This is nothing
but a child's game.

Did D'Este convince you
to turn against
your own family?

Release me.

Oh, stop! That hurts!

You sent my wife to Spain.

I did not.

De Corella says
you did, so you did.

You would believe that
soulless creatura over me?

Stop.

Stop.

Without a wife,
someone new
must lick my dick.

So, lick my dick,
little sister.

I am going to scream.

De Corella is outside.
No one will enter.

Father will kill you.

From jealousy?

You lick
the Pope's dick,
do you not?

What?

Or does he simply
shove himself
between your legs?

You are deranged.

Your perversions
are the talk
of the taverns.

My name in taverns?
Who speaks these lies?

Your former husband,
Giovanni Sforza.

He trumpets the facts
to any drunk
who will listen.

You and father fuck.

Tell me,
do you face each other,
or are you on all fours?

People believe Giovanni?

You believe Giovanni?

Giovanni is a bitter buffoon
trying to disgrace me

in order to harm our family.

And as cover
for his lack of manhood,

something the two of you share,

for only a coward will
beat an innocent woman
pregnant with his own child.

Yes.

I know about your perversions,
dear brother.

And when Maria Enriques
lands in Spain,

Ferdinand and Isabella
will know the truth as well.

What will be the Holy Father's
reaction, do you think,

now that you have spoiled
for all time

his desire for a Borgia
on the throne of Spain?

Perhaps, even because of you,

Ferdinand will withdraw
his troops from the war
against France.

Ah, Cardinal Sforza.

The last we heard,
you had once more

gone home to Milan.
Your horse must know
the way blindfolded.

I should wait
in the throne room.

No, we find it fitting

to talk with you again here,
where we first gained
your vote for the papacy.

My brother, Duke Ludovico,
wishes to join you,

Spain, Venice, Mantua, Siena
and the Holy Roman Empire.

Such coincidence.

Just as 30,000
Venetian soldiers
move in concert

with King Ferdinand's army
to attack the French
by land and sea,

you suddenly arrive
to announce Milan's
change of allegiance.

The French must be finished,

for Lord knows the Sforza
only join the side

which holds victory
in its grasp.

How are we
any different to you,
Holiness?

Inform the Duke
Milan is welcome
in our Holy League.

Cesare, do you know
that in the taverns
and bordellos of Rome,

Alessandro
has been rechristened.

Yes, instead of
Cardinal Farnese,

I am called Cardinal Fregnese.

A play on words.

"Fregne" being gutter slang.

Because I gained
my red hat
through my sister,

I'm a Cardinal from the cunt.

'Tis funny,
the absurdity of envy.

Alessandro,
that is not humor
nor envy,

but a direct insult
upon you
and your sister.

Well, here is where
you and I are different.

Whereas I can laugh at myself,

you take every
word spoken about you
as the thrust of a sword.

You are right, as always.

Holiness, the Lady Giulia.

Choose which belongings
you wish to take with you.

With me?

Where am I going?

Where are we going, my love?

Orvieto. Once Charles hears
of Milan's defection

and the burgeoning strength
of the Holy League,
he will race back to Rome.

Since he rides from the south,

we feel the faithful
in our northern dioceses

should see their Pontiff
in all our glory.

I am forgiven? Truly?

We asked you to make it right,
and you have done so.

Just remind us
never to do you wrong.

Mmm.

I should come with you, Father.

We need you here.
You must charm the King
as long as possible,

giving us time
to move northward,

and for Spain
to lay siege to Naples.

But Father, the last time
Charles came to Rome,
you remained.

Last time,
Charles believed us weak.
We believed ourselves weak.

There was no threat to him.

Now the outcome is unknowable.

So, when you are weak,
you stay, but when
you are strong, you flee?

As long as even one
Borgia dwells in Rome,

our travels cannot
be seen as flight

because your presence
is a sign of our intention
to return.

But why must both of us stay?

Charles will do you no harm.

How can you be certain?
You said no one
would harm my mother.

Because Juan will agree,
on our behalf,

to all the King's demands.

Drown him in yeses.
Any concordat
can be reversed.

Holiness, I will reflect you
as my armor does the sun.

Sister.

Your words to me were wise.

I am shamed at how
I have treated you.
And my wife.

I shall strive to earn
your love again.

Every day.

Holiness, I am deeply sorry

for the trouble
my cowardice
has caused you.

In heaven,
our Borgia ancestors
dance with pride, my son.

Your hospitality, as usual,
has been sublime, Alessandro.

But we shall also need
a number of fresh horses

for when we depart tomorrow.

Rodrigo, must we leave so soon?

You and Laura

are to remain under
your brother's protection.

My...
If I stay,
Charles will lay siege.

If I am gone, he will not
make the effort
to attack Orvieto.

We refuse to put you
or Laura in the path of harm.

My safety is little comfort
for the pain of being
separated from you.

Excuse us.

Holiness, shall I send

some of my fine
Orvieto soldiers
with you tomorrow?

No, the smaller the group,
the faster we travel.

Your Highness,
we greet you
with full heart

and acclaim your ascension
to the throne of Naples.

Borgia, shouldn't you kneel
before His Majesty?

Should I kneel as well?

You are too lovely.

Where is your father?

On a tour of the Papal States.

A religious tour...
Stay down.

Where is your father?

He is not here,

but we have rooms
prepared for you.
Where

is "not here"?

Where is he?

I do not know.

I am going
to ask you once more,

and if you answer me
with, "I do not know,"

I shall execute your brother.

Where is Pope Alexander VI?

I do not know.

You would allow
the King of France
to kill me?

I knew that he would not.
Did you?

I can reason as well as a man,
certainly as well as you.

And if you had
reasoned incorrectly?

At your funeral,
I would have wept.

Out of sadness or joy,
I do not know.

The whole of Italy
has been ravaged
by the French.

Cardinal Savelli,
what is the meaning of this?

Bands of French soldiers
and Swiss mercenaries
still maraud these hills.

Have you not the decency
to bury the dead?

My dead outnumber my graves,
Cardinal Borgia.

Your Holiness,
we have come to escort you
to the safety of Perugia.

Good to see you, Giovanni.

We head north, Borgia,

to find our friend, the Pope.

Safe travels, Majesty.

May a strong wind
be at your back,
Eminence.

Tout alors...

I have fulfilled my promise
to the Pope. Rome lives.

I deserve a reward.

What you should do
is get on your knees
and thank God.

Ask forgiveness.

Yes. Yes, of course,
Sister.

Forgiveness.

I go at once.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now,

and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace.
Hail Mary,
full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners

now and at the hour
of our death.

Amen.

Rosalina.

The baby is dead?

Yes.

Be ready,
Holiness, to witness
the hand of God.

She has done this six times.

Brought the dead back to life?

Yes.

And she prophecies the future.

Juan...

Did you mean
everything you said?

I apologize.

I should not have said
what I said to you
in the chapel.

A sacred space.

I am married,

and I have no right
to be falling in love
with another woman.

You are in love with me?

My tongue keeps
betraying my heart.

Pray God helps me change.
No.

I imagine he delights
in what a unique
creation you are.

You are wet, my precious lady.

You are a worker of miracles.

No, I am nothing more than

an intermediary between God
and those whom he chooses
to grace.

Your humility is becoming,
but a miracle worker, you are.

We must ask, Sister Columba,

do you have any prophecy
of our future as Pope?

Holy Father, please, no.

What does God intend for us?

Will he free Italy
from French occupation?

Will he restore Constantinople
to the Catholic faith?

Must the Jews be purged
from his Eternal City?

What do you see?

Something in her face.
She saw the future.
My future frightened her.

Lucrezia,
Lord Jaches has
returned my dowry.

He has told my father
our engagement is void.

Why?

I am no longer a virgin.

Your brother, Juan, he took me.

He raped you?

No.

You went willingly?

How could you have
let that happen?

Did I not tell you
what he did to his wife?

Scarce is now
the time to lecture me.
My life is in tatters.

My father has disowned me.

I am dead, Lucrezia.
I am dead.

No, you stupid fool.

You're not dead
until you are dead.

Well, what should I do?

Tell Lord Jaches
that this is rumor,
tavern gossip.

That you are still a virgin.

You Borgia are all the same,

a cabal of liars!

Then suffer with your truth!

Rosalina?

You are not dead
until you are dead.

Oh.

Under the command
of Francesco Gonzaga,
marquis of Mantua,

who had three horses
shot out from under him,

30,000 Venetian troops

battled with the French
at Fornovo,
near the River Taro.

King Charles has reportedly
lost a significant
number of soldiers

as well as all
the treasure stolen
since his arrival in Italy,

including a piece
of the Holy Cross
and the arm of Saint Denis.

Also captured
were the royal helmet
and sword,

as well as a book
depicting naked women
in lascivious positions.

At this time,
the remaining 3,000
French cavalrymen

linger huddled together
at their camp.

Bravo, Holiness.

Gilbert de
Bourbon, Montpensier,

viceroy of Naples,
has surrendered
to the Spanish.

General de Cordova
intends to execute
all the French mercenaries

remaining in the city,

unless his Holiness
deems otherwise.

Ah! That foolish
French poseur.

Charles drank his own hubris

believing he could
divide and conquer.
But no.

He spread himself too thin.
He won our war for us.

Tell de Cordova to execute
every third man

and ship the rest back to Lyon.

Go to the most
Christian King
with a papal admonition.

Charles is, this day,
to head back
across the Alps

and disturb the peace
of Italy no more.

Father, you have done
the impossible.

You have created
unity from one end of
the Italian peninsula

to the other.

God has created unity.

Like Sister Columba,
we are his humble servant.

Let us pray in gratitude.

Lord, as when
David slew Goliath,

we are grateful
for the miracle
of your intercession,

proving to the world
that we are the chosen.

My Lady,
I have been searching
everywhere for you.

I am praying.

For my wretched soul.

Alfonso D'Este is in Rome.

He is alive?

What distresses you?

He is in a hospital.
Santo Spirito.

My love.
Alfonso?

How I have longed
to see you.
What has happened? Are you...

- Decapitated?
- No.

Uh, worry not,
I shall recover fully.

But what is this contraption?

Uh, I am being fumigated
in a mercury bath. Uh...

You look beautiful.

What is that on your face?

I have, uh,
contracted the Great Pox.

That is why I am in Rome,
for the best in
medicinal treatments.

You have the French disease?

Funny, the French
call it the Italian
disease.

Uh, I'm told the pox
actually came
from the New World.

And I am told
the pox is contracted
by sleeping with whores.

Lucrezia.

War makes a man lonely.
I thought only of you.

I was lonely, yet I was alone.

Of course.
You are a woman.

And I thank God for that.

Uh, one moment, please.
Let me hold you.

If I just figure out
how to get...
Sister Clarissa!

You disgust me!

No, Lucrezia...

Sister, help me!
Lucrezia!

Each time
I see Rome, it's as if
for the first time.

My heart races ahead of me.

We must welcome
the Spaniards
with a triumph

equal to the Caesars.

Not a triumph, a celebration.
This is a victory for us all.

Through
Spain's courageous assistance,
Rome is liberated.

King Ferdinand
will always be honored
within the Leonine walls

as a protector
of Holy Mother Church.

Amen.

Holy Father, Queen Isabella
has instructed me
to remind you

her husband has
sent his troops,

so she expects you
to keep your promise.

We shall.

We shall draw up a strategy
to purge the Jews not just
from the city limits of Rome,

but from every hectare
of the Papal States.

Father?

Father?

I could request
that General de Cordova

assign a unit
of Spanish soldiers

to assist us
in rounding up the Jews.

Juan, this is a fiesta.
Business can wait.

Besides, we do not want
to exile the Jews just yet.

Go, fetch your wife.

Maria Enriques should be here
among our fellow Spaniards.

- My wife, she is...
- Father.

Father, I must speak with you.

Not now, Lucrezia.

I have prayed
and I've smothered
those prayers.

I have lived my life
as you have chosen for me.

But I come now
to request your blessing.

I want to enter a convent.

I wish to devote myself to God.

You need not become a nun

to devote yourself
to our magnificent savior.

But that is what I want.

I know it is not
what you want,
but my life is not yours.

Juan is right.
Let us talk of this
another time.

No. I have waited
too many hours,

and in that time,
I have been engaged
to many a swine

by your command.

Those suitors came
from the most
esteemed families.

My mother is right.
All men are swine.
You, as well.

You sell me to the family
who can help you
at that moment.

But once they are
no longer of use,
I am divorced.

You wanted that divorce.
Our every thought
is your happiness.

You are my father.
You are supposed
to protect me.

We do.

We do everything we can
for you, for them,
for Rome.

Lucrezia, we, and I mean
all of our family,
must sacrifice.

With this victory,
God has shown us
our path is right.

No, you use me
as your whore
in the name of Christ,

just as you whored out
Cesare to the Colonna.

Do not speak that way to us.
You are not so important.

We have another
daughter now, Laura.

She is a spoiled child.

Do miracles happen
only to those who pray?

These soldiers
are in Rome not because
of divine intervention,

but because Rodrigo Borgia
manipulated minds and hearts.

Yet, their being here,
Rome's freedom,

is a miracle.

We beg sanctuary.
We are running
for our lives.

Please,
I beseech you,
take us in.

You seek sanctuary?
From whom?

From my father.
Your father?

Pope Alexander VI,
Supreme Pontiff
of Holy Mother Church.