All language subtitles for Borgia S111

Since the defeat of France,

the kingdom of Naples
has been without
a sovereign.

On behalf of my flock,
I ask you, Holiness,

to invest Federigo d'Aragona,

brother of our late liege,
with the crown.

Federigo is a good man,
but he has little
experience in government.

We fear more unrest
if he rules.

He is an admiral.

Must we talk politics?

Yes, La Bella.

Then come, ladies,
we shall adjourn to a more
festive room and gossip.

I cannot wait to meet
General Cordova
tomorrow.

I hear he is
exceedingly
handsome.

Mmm.

The d'Aragona family
caused the recent troubles
which rippled through Italy.

Do we really
want to see them
return to power?

Whoever is chosen
must have the trust
and love of Spain.

Yes, especially
since every inch
of Naples and Rome

is blanketed by
Spanish garrisons.

We have a suggestion
for a new king.

The Prince of Tricarico.

Who?

Me.

Before Alfonso abdicated,

he granted me the
title of Prince.

Juan is also related
to the House of Aragona

through his marriage
to Maria Enriques.

His brother, Goffredo,
is Prince of Squillace.

No offense, Highness,
but you were defeated
at Bracciano by the Orsini,

the Papal Guard then deserted,

facts which do not
augur well for your
ability to lead a nation.

If I were to prove
myself in battle,

would I be welcomed
as king in Naples?

We will see.

I will not die, but live

and will proclaim
what the Lord has done.

Let us take
Sister Lucia to bed.

I will not die.

Pantisilea, what is happening?

Lucrezia, it is a miracle.

The wounds of
Christ's crucifixion

suddenly appear
as if driven by nails

on Sister Lucia's
hands and feet.

Stigmata.

She has grown with
such speed, our Laura.

We shall enact a papal decree

commanding all daughters
to stay forever innocent.

I am a daughter.
Would you have me
remain so innocent?

As always, Giulia Farnese
is the exception to the rule.

Oh, you were
thinking of Lucrezia.

How could she run away,
lock herself in a convent?

These six weeks
have been unbearable.

Order the Mother Superior
to throw Lucrezia out.

No, not yet.

I am hoping
she will come home
of her own accord.

Shall I go to
San Sisto to see her?

Will that calm your heart?

How I love you, La Bella.

Mmm. Fetching.

Giulia.

If Father has
sent you, go away.

I have just traveled
through foul, dusty streets

and this is my greeting?

But the Pope...

He does not even know
that I have come.

I was hurt when you departed
without a wave goodbye.

I had to leave
the palace walls.

All those portraits
who stare at us...

Their eyes are not genuine,
only an illusion.

I needed to find something
I knew to be pure and real.

A cloister?

There is nothing
real about cutting
yourself off

from the reality of the world.

I am closer to God
than I ever was
in the Vatican.

The community,
the prayers,
and Sister Lucia.

A nun blessed with stigmata.

The blood is real,
her eyes are real.

Giulia...

I have found my calling.

If you are happy,

I am happy.

What would your father,
the Pope, say of you
fucking a Jew?

Where is your brother?
I do not know.

But he should be present
for such an occasion.

Holiness,
Ambassador Diego
Lopez de Haro

and Gonzalo Fernandez
de Cordova,

Supreme Commander,
the Royal Army of Spain.

You are most welcome, General.

Guidobaldo de Montefeltro,

Duke of Urbino.

Guidobaldo, we
understand you served

as General de Cordova's
second-in-command
with great valour.

We praise you both
for defeating the
French invaders

and restoring peace
to the Eternal City.

A small but lethal unit
of French infantry remains
at the fortress of Marino.

They consort with our enemies,
the Orsini and the Colonna.

We charge you to empty
this pocket of evil.

And the pockets
of evil inside Rome?

Queen Isabella was promised
that all Jews would be
driven from this city.

Our soldiers'
swords stand ready.

The Jews bring plague.

Overcrowding of refugees
in the Judaeorum Borgo
brings plague.

I meant a spiritual plague.

And a political one
upon you, Holy Father.

On the orders of their
Most Catholic Majesties,
we will discuss Marino

only when the Jews leave Rome.

Battles are
planned by generals,
but won by soldiers.

Step forward, young man.

Who are you?

Pedro Caldes of Valencia,
Holy Father.

Pedro, we had
an older brother
that shared that name.

And a son, as well.

God called each to heaven.

You have our brother's
nose and chin.

We could be
looking at our brother
when he was your age.

You are married, Pedro?

Love is a war in which
I have not been victorious.

Mmm. Perhaps you will
find less resistance
from the women of Rome.

Pedro Caldes.

That soldier?

Not the son of
a duke or a count,

but a humble peasant
from Valencia
who rescued Rome.

He rescued Rome?

You have a use
for this young man.

God is mysterious
and then, suddenly,
he is revealed.

My brother, the judge.

Ha. I've been assigned
to run these tribunals

because the Pope himself
is weary of them.

The stealing of carrots,
the unpaid bill of fare.

Rodrigo sees you as
uniquely qualified to make
decisions in his name.

A large step and good training.

Listening to the
desires of others

is the key to learning
their weaknesses.

Like Lucrezia.

That sad, conflicted girl.

Sad? May we all
be as satisfied.

His Holiness will not allow her

to remain in
the convent
of San Sisto

because he wants
to secure her.
Yes, he will.

I have convinced him
the nunnery is the
best place for the girl.

Best for you, as well?

I calculate my words,

however false,
to get what I want.

As I was telling Rodrigo
of my visit with Lucrezia,

I almost forgot I could
simply speak the truth.

Lucrezia is happy.

And Rodrigo will
have to be content
with his other daughter.

My Laura.

A messenger from
the Holy Father.

Countess...
I am no longer a countess.

My apologies.

I am not accustomed
being so near royalty.

I just said, I am not royalty.

But you are the
daughter of a Pope.

I come on behalf
of His Holiness,
Alexander VI.

I have no interest
in any missive
from that man.

Yet, I am compelled
to deliver it.

His Holiness misses me, yes?

My response is that
he misses using me
for his political intrigues.

I remain here,
to prepare for a life
dedicated solely to Christ.

Again, I am sorry
for my lack
of social grace...

I have heard enough.

He is striking.

We are pledging our bodies

to the pleasures
of the Spirit,
Pantisilea.

A sigh of discontent?

I am here to serve you.

This is not about me,
this is about faith.

Do you want to become a nun?

Go. Go back to the Vatican

with that boy
you find so striking.

You are dismissed
from my service.

Lucrezia...
Be gone from my sight.

We stand in the Domus Aurea,

the Golden Palace
of the Emperor Nero.

This is a palace?
It looks like a
dungeon or a tomb.

Nero did not live
amid these walls.

He only held orgies here.

The palace was
buried for centuries,
until yesterday

when a farmer
stepped through a cleft
in the hills above,

weakened by the recent rains.

And why should we care?

God has given us a gift
of bounty and beauty.

He transports us back
to the glorious days
of the Roman Empire.

This discovery is an omen
of greatness yet to come.

Me, as king of Naples.

Why were you
not there to greet
General de Cordova?

Are you afraid to face
the Duke of Urbino?

Brother,

I would like to end
the sour taste between us.

In hopes that
I will help you gain
the Neapolitan throne?

Yes.

I must devise a way
to prove myself.

General de Cordova
refuses to assign his
soldiers to my command.

Help me organize
a new Papal Guard.

While Spain dominates the city,

you will not be permitted
to train an army.

Do you actually think
that King Ferdinand will
allow you to rule Naples?

Let us leave
before we are buried
alongside ancient Rome.

You, there, pull.

Now that the city
has been liberated,

we can finally begin
our construction of
a new basilica.

Rome and her people
need beauty, awe.

No more rainy leaks,
no more pigeon shit.

You requested
my presence, Father?

We must not only convince
the barons of Naples,

but also their
Most Catholic
Majesties in Spain

that you will make
a worthy king.

Father, I have done much wrong

and will need
to prove myself
to Queen Isabella.

Let me organize
the expulsion
of the Jews.

Here is our dilemma.

The Jews bring Rome trade,

filling our coffers with taxes.

We do not wish them gone.

For the good of Rome,

I will conceive
a strategy to satisfy
both you and the Queen.

Cardinal de Medici.
Giovanni.

Thank you for coming.

Your letter sounded
most urgent.

How would you like
to perform an act

which would bring
you, and therefore
your family, much glory?

Yes.

The Jews cut their foreskins.

They are barbarians.

I will rid Rome
of these barbarians
without the loss of blood.

How?

We will baptize them.

Force them to convert?

A sprinkle of Holy Water
and all the Jews suddenly
disappear.

We will, of course,
charge them for the honor

and fatten the papal treasury.

How am I to be of assistance?

Priests perform the baptisms.

Who better than a Medici?

Rodrigo sends a
pretty soldier boy,

hoping he will
entice Lucrezia home.

Pedro was quite unsuccessful.

Return to the convent at once.

I came to Rome to gain
a husband of wealth,

not to make
a pledge of chastity.

Besides, she dismissed me.

I cannot go back.

Then you are useless.

I am shipping you off
to the Tierra del Fuego.

I am told the colonists
need whores.

Please.

Please.

The Lady Lucrezia
seemed quite adamant,
Holy Father.

The only problem
with being a Borgia,

is all your children
are Borgia as well.

From King Vladislaus
of Hungary.

Is there
nothing, Pedro, you can do?
No solution you can offer?

I am told there is
a Sister Lucia, who
suffers from stigmata.

Witnessing the
young nun suffering

has strengthened
Lucrezia's resolve
to join the order.

A doctor will examine this nun.

Upon seeing
Sister Lucia's condition
is simple artifice,

Lucrezia will have
a change of heart.

But what if the
affliction is found
to be truly divine?

Our doctor will diagnose
as we tell him to diagnose.

There is truth and
underneath that,
a deeper truth.

Our daughter needs
neither lofty words
nor bleeding palms.

She needs a friend.

Will you be that friend?

My brother has been
ordered by the Pope
to go to Holy Confession.

To purify his soul,
in hopes of garnering
the throne of Naples.

I intend to have
some sport with Juan.

I will hear his confession.

But you are not yet a priest.

To be truly forgiven,
one must promise
never to do wrong again.

Will Juan ever
stop doing wrong?

Especially if he is
crowned a king?
No, definitely no.

Then what does it matter
if Fra Jacapo hears
his confession or I?

You must prepare
the Basilica for the
christening of the Jews.

Yes, Your Highness, right away.

Farnese.

Here to confess?

All done. My soul
is scrubbed clean.

What is Fra Jacapo's mood?

Benign, as always.

The latest fashion?

Since the discovery
of the Domus Aurea,

Rome worships the time of Nero.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

My last confession was...

One week ago.

Speak your sins, my son,
and all will be forgiven.

I have lied, cheated, stolen...

But in the name of
the Supreme Pontiff, so...

Those are not sins.

Exactly.

May I go?

No, not yet.

Surely, you must
have acted once
out of selfishness.

No, I...

The truth is, Fra Jacapo,

I have carried a sin
for quite some time.

A mortal sin,

never revealed,

which haunts me.

Confess your crime, my son.

Liberate your heart
from the prison of guilt.

You must remember,

around this Holy Confessional
is the aura of silence.

I will tell no one.
Do you swear?

Upon the death of your soul?

Yes.

My half brother, Pedro Luis,
I had him murdered.

I hired the assassins,
had them dressed
as Muslims.

Then I killed them
to cover my plot.

Yes...

Quite shocking, Fra Jacapo.

But I am sorry
for having offended God.

I promise never to commit
fratricide again.

Fra Jacapo?

You are forgiven.

And my penance?

You must tell your father.

Never.

Then you will not
be granted God's grace.

Fuck you.
No, fuck you.

I knew it was you all along.

Liar.
I recognized your voice.

I am the better actor.

I had you believing me.

I made all of that nonsense up.

Murderer.

Come visit me, priest,
when I am king of Naples.

Juan needs Spanish soldiers
to carry out the baptisms.

Your son has
shown no remorse
at his inaction

when Guidobaldo Montefeltro
was taken into captivity.

The next time Juan
faces the Duke of Urbino,

we expect a mea culpa.

Each hour, the Colonna,
the Orsini,
and the French

become more
entrenched in Marino.

Yet you do not attack
because of hurt feelings?

Because of honor.

Honor is a rare
commodity these days.

Guidobaldo shall
have his apology.

And Juan shall have his troops.

Who is there?
Oh, good lady.

Is Lucrezia not well?

Lucrezia is in a convent and...

Convent?

I do not want to be a whore.

Mama, we must talk.

Be off.

Wait for me.
The music room.

That creature unsettles me.
She is harmless.

Your sister is in a convent.

Why was I not told?

Father forbid us to say a word.

We Borgia, we have
so many secrets.

I have learned
something terrible.

Juan had Pedro Luis murdered.

What? No.

He admitted so.

Directly to me.

No, he was jesting.

I do not believe so, Mama.

You must verify this.
How?

We will devise a way.

And if I do?

Juan must die.

Tell me, Juan Borgia,
how does it feel
to not need a God?

To be born so wealthy,
to have every desire

delivered with a wave
of your fingers?

I see the problem.

You do not want to pay
the christening fee.

Here.

I am generous.

Leave my home.

On Saturday, you will
walk to Saint Peter's,
or you will be dragged.

I leave you to choose.
Who will drag us?

There is no Papal Guard.
The Spanish troops
will not follow you.

Your few bravi
are no match for
the 1,200 Jews.

You sent for me, Your Highness?

Yes.

My brother
possesses knowledge
dangerous to me.

Cesare must die.

This is for the good of Rome.

Hmm.

Such an incredible
coincidence that
you, senor Caldes,

were chosen to accompany
the doctor here.

Oh, that was no coincidence.

Pope Alexander
asked me specifically.

These wounds...

As a man of science,
I am bewildered.

As a believer
in the Holy Word,
I am in awe.

I cannot diagnose
whether this is
medical or miraculous.

The Holy Father will be angry.

If only I could receive
such an undeniable message.

I need to know
that my path is true,

that I am a beacon of purity

no matter what is
spoken against me.

Senorita,

if you will
pardon me once more...

No stigmata is needed
to see the purity
of your heart.

I know you dismissed
your lady-in-waiting.

I am not good with words,

but I am good at staying quiet.

If ever you need a friend
to simply listen.

Why would I ever
open my heart to a
simpleton like you?

I went to the convent
of San Sisto
to see Lucrezia.

I was refused entrance.

Rodrigo has ordered
the Mother Superior
to accept no visitors.

Save those he sends.

This family is madness.

I have seen Lucrezia.

He sent me.

And you will do anything
Rodrigo commands?
Yes.

I love him.

One time Rodrigo said
there are only two women
he has ever truly loved.

Me and...

Me and Lucrezia.

But sometimes with
Rodrigo's love comes

Rodrigo's indifference to
the other person's feelings.

He is blind to Lucrezia's joy.

I have tried to explain
that she has finally
found peace, but...

Rodrigo thinks his desires
are gifts for us.

He will destroy
Lucrezia's serenity.

You must go to him.

Convince him to allow
Lucrezia to take
the Holy Vows.

You say this,
but it is not for
the sake of Lucrezia.

You are scared.

If the Holy Father
is so willing to
disregard my daughter,

then when your daughter
is of age,

will he not abuse
her heart as well?

I should have known better
than to try to deceive
Vannozza Cattanei.

I will do this favor for you,
as you have done for me.

Then the slate
between us is blank.

We can be enemies again.

And the girl, Pantisilea,
will work in my villa.
At your expense.

As you command,
Vannozza Cattanei.

I come in peace.

Peace? From my brother?

Your brother
ordered me to kill you.

And you tell me
instead of doing so?

Why?

Loyalty is a price paid
not to the highest bidder,
but the better man.

I offer my blood to you.

Again, I ask, why?

Through this mask,
I see clearly.

You, Cesare Borgia,
will reign supreme.

If you desire to follow me,

reveal all about the
assassination of my
half-brother, Pedro Luis.

I knew the truth
would emerge eventually.

You will apologize
to the Duke of Urbino.
For what?

You allowed him
to be captured
at Bracciano.

He got himself captured.

You refused to pay the ransom.

One man does not pay
for another's errors.

Listen, we are this close
to ridding Italy of the
remaining French soldiers.

As well as the Italians
who plot against our Papacy.

General De Cordova
and the might of his men

are needed to end all conflict

and to subjugate the Jews.

Without de Cordova's support,

you stand no chance
of becoming king of Naples.

You will apologize.

Regarding Bracciano, I...

I...

I'm sorry,

that the campaign failed,
you were captured
and that I was

unable

to secure your freedom.

I swore an oath
to serve the
Vicar of Christ

and will, therefore,

follow the orders
given in his blessed name
by General de Cordova.

Highness,
my soldiers are yours
to command.

Your Holiness,
Vannozza Cattanei.

Thank you for meeting me.

Bring me Pedro Caldes.

What do you need?

Lucrezia lives in a convent.

She is impulsive,
like her mother.

When our daughter
awoke from her coma,
she spoke of her vocation.

She has no right to choose.

And if Lucrezia is truly happy?

Would you be?

She is not me, nor is she you.

Open your eyes, Rodrigo.

The girl has become
her own woman.

No, this is childish rebellion.

- Could I talk to her?
- No.

He will go once more
to talk with her.

To do more than talk.

If our plan does not succeed,

then you may
smother Lucrezia
with motherly kisses.

That is our final word.

Your word is
never final,
Rodrigo.

You are not God.

Stop that bullshit
or pay severely.

Are you finished?

Now, that you have
fulfilled your promise
regarding the Jews,

we will attack the French,
and your enemies,

the Orsini and Colonna,
with our full force.

And Juan, as Prefect of Rome,

as Prince of Tricarico,
will join you in this battle.

Of course, Beatitude.

His sword will be
most valuable.

Good. Let us all
dine together to celebrate
your impending victory.

Holy Father,
our liberation
is complete.

And these two...

They cowered,
waving the white flag

as I cut through
the French ranks.

And what of Virginio Orsini?

Alas, he is still at large.

Perhaps the Duke of Urbino
will explain why.

We are in pursuit of Orsini.

He will be captured
within a fortnight.

To a dungeon
with these traitors.

While we go say
a Mass of Thanksgiving
to Christ, our Lord.

Do not let them escape.

Highness, I have
received this post from
the Royal Court in Spain.

Lucrezia.

Lucrezia!

I come to enlighten you.

To tell you how much
you have helped
your dear friend,

Maria Enriques de Luna.

Read this letter.

My sweet wife did not
survive the sea voyage.

As of now, I am a widower
and you, a murderer.

No.

Yes! Died giving birth
on troubled waters.

You could not keep to
your own business and now
death has come to my family.

What of the child?

Are you satisfied
with your actions,
you foolish cunt?

Juan, the baby?

Are you proud of your
master plan to protect
Maria Enriques?

What of the child?
Juan, please, what
became of the child?

Children.

Twins.

Both survived.

In her last breath,

Maria Enriques named
my newborn son,

my heir,

Juan.

She loved me
more than you thought.

No vow to God
can redeem the evil
which you have done.

Sister Lucia, I...

I come

seeking guidance.

To learn from you

endurance, purity...

One cannot teach these virtues.

They flow from
the heart's core.

Of course, I fear I am
not explaining myself.

I had a vision calling me
to cloistered life.

But my family swayed me,
insisting that my vision
was a dream.

But deep down,
I knew the truth.

The essence of faith,

to accept what is unknowable.

My past actions,

I have spoken lies,
contemplated murder.

A dear friend is dead
as a result of my scheming.

Even being in this convent

is in disobedience to the Pope.

Pray with me.

Ask God to bless me
with stigmata.

You are asking for stigmata?

To have a divine sign of love.

A sign that I, too,
am blessed, forgiven.

I, me, I, me.
This selfishness and pride.

To pray for such a curse...

These are not
a prize one displays
to prove saintliness.

By asking for this misery,
you show God you do not
deserve his blessing.

You do not belong here,
Lucrezia Borgia.

When are you going
to tell your father

about Juan's complicity in
the murder of Pedro Luis?

Soon. Now that the French
are no longer a danger
to the Papal States,

I will find the right moment
to pluck the crown of Naples
off Juan's head.

Just the fellow
for whom we have been
searching.

We have a surprise.

You are pregnant.

Yes.

I am overjoyed.

You will make
a splendid father.

And you will stand
as godfather.

You are Marcantonio Colonna?

What do you want?

From Juan Borgia.

In gratitude for the rape
of his brother, Cesare.

Juan hates his brother
to such an extent?

From Cesare Borgia,
for the same.

Senorita.

You requested my presence.

I have obeyed
the Pope,
I have obeyed you.

I realize that my life
is not as important as...

God spoke to me once.

Please, come sit near.

Do you know
what God
sounds like?

Like a dove
flying through
a gentle snowfall.

I have been searching
for the sound
of His voice,

the clarity, ever since.

And have you found it here,

at the Convent of San Sisto?

No.

Others have, I have not.

I am sorry.

I know that my
uneducated thoughts

will mean little
to someone
of such elegance.

But...

On the battlefield,

I learned that there are
experiences you can
only truly have once.

The good ones,
you must cherish,

for they are
your first and last.

And the bad ones...

Take comfort,

for they are your
first and last.

I do not wish
to be my father's pawn.

What did he order you to do?

To be your friend.

If he wants us to be friends,

I do not want your friendship.

Become my lover.

Here?

Lady Lucrezia.

Ah! Lucrezia.

Babbo.

I would like to come home.

Darling girl, I missed you so.

We both have.

Pedro Caldes,

we thank you for
bringing our daughter
back to us.

We know not how to repay you.

I am sure
there must be
some reward.

Yes.
Yes, of course.

We shall speak
with General de Cordova

regarding Pedro's
exemplary dedication.

What evidence do you possess

proving that
Juan killed
Pedro Luis

and that he wants
Cesare dead,
as well?

I have none.

Well, then your brother
will simply deny
the truth

and, being of
a higher station,
will be the one believed.

True.

You may go, Micheletto.

De Corella's
new allegiance
to you

could, instead,
be part of Juan's
plot to murder you.

Don't be late.

You, here at my mother's inn?

Someday
I will have
a house of my own.

Whose bastard son is this?

Yours.

Lying bitch.
Our son is dead.

No, he's alive.

Saved from death
by your friend,
Farnese.

I do not believe you.

I do not care
in who or in what
you believe.

His name is now Gerolamo.

You whore!

I am the woman
you created,
Cardinal Borgia.

And so, Cardinal Carafa,
have you gained
the acceptance

of your barons and bishops?

When will Juan Borgia
ascend to the
throne of Naples?

Holiness, never.

Never?

The people of Naples
choose Federigo d'Aragona

as the rightful heir.

The people?
And I have
a document,

signed by
the Doge of Venice,
the dukes of Milan,

Ferrara, Savoy, Mantua,
as well as
the king of Spain,

bestowing their approval
upon Federigo, as well.

So, the Pope's wishes
matter not?

We hope

that the Supreme Pontiff
will bless this succession.

Fine. We agree.

On this condition.

Juan's wife has sadly died.

He must marry
Carlotta d'Aragona,

the late king's true daughter.

Our new king will be delighted.

If, in return,
you will go to Naples
to crown His Majesty.

Of course.
We long to see
Capri again.

Boo!

Shit.

A warning, old friend,
there are ghosts
wandering about this place.

Why did you
want to meet
down here?

Have you no
appreciation
of history?

I was reading
Plutarch's Lives
of the Caesars.

Nero was a true monster.

I enjoy history.

I enjoy fresh air
and sunlight more.

So, you are to be a father.

I am.

As I am.

You?

You are to be a father?

Not to be, I am.

My son, by Fiametta.

I do not
understand.
In Perugia,

I witnessed the
healing powers
of Sister Columba.

She brought
a dead baby
back to life.

But you know
all about
such miracles.

You carried my son
back through
the door of death.

Cesare...
No, I am grateful.

You did what was right,

just as I will
now do what is right.

Sometimes,
I think that
I am God's monster.

Then do not
kill me.
Beg for your life.

Please, do not
kill me.
Coward.

I did not whimper
when Marcantonio shoved
his cock up my ass.

I fought, as any man would.

Are you a man, Alessandro?

This fetus inside Silvia
must belong to someone else.

You have no balls,
you never had.

I could gore you,

as a bull does.

Then do so,

if that will make you
feel good about yourself.

But I know you, Cesare.

In an hour,
you will be drowning
in a Tiber of remorse,

weeping over my carcass.

What I did was misguided,
but done out of love.

What you do now

is pride.

The worst sin
against God,
self-love.

You and I are henceforth

enemies.