Original subtitles

And the prophecies are fulfilled.

The days of songs and dances are past.

Now is the time to wash your sins with rivers of tears.

Your sins, O Italy, your sins, O Rome.

The devil may cry out in rage, yet shall he be driven from the shadow of the

holy chair.

The avenging sword shall descend upon those who have offended and who glory in

their offense.

Trial and tribulations come amongst us, and there shall be scourge in our fields

and a plight on the harvest.

Yet await!

Arise, ye people!

The servant of the Lord is here. The servant of the Lord is come to punish

false priests, who preach against greed but benefit by it, who impose fasting on

the hungry, but sufferer who marries like butchers.

You who wear rags, you have seen these parishes, their mitres of gold

and precious stones, their vestments of silk, their gloves of fine gulking.

You have heard them profess chastity, but you have seen the wantons

and the concubines that warm their furs.

You're ready.

The road is still open. Yes. Why may I not stay in Rome? I want to stay.

Julia, hold your tongue.

Giovanni, you know what you must do.

You've written it. It's all written clearly.

Yes, of course I will.

Well, then, no more to be said. Your Holiness, if I may not join my kinsmen,

too wish to stay in Rome. So you may crawl on your knees before the fridge.

The rank of the scarnio.

I've seen Nicolotti with him, as far as I know. No! Your Holiness, he plots to

kill me. No one needs to kill you.

But we wish.

We have commanded you to escort these ladies to Pesaro until it is safe to

return. Not I. I should stay here.

Julia. Pretty Julia.

Do you truly wish to be ravaged by the French? I beg you, my duty applies to

You would instruct us on that.

Your duty, Giovanni Sforza, is to obey.

No more. But my uncle Iscandio tells me that... We know what your uncle has been

telling you.

And although you, Sforza, are rude, you must spy upon us and betray us.

Do you think you have not read the letters? Holiness. Let the fool start.

Why? Why do you say that now?

Holiness, what does he mean? He's a sheriff's cell with his uncle at Scania.

The cell? Yes, daddy.

Madonna Triana. Yes, Holy Miss.

Here are my eyes, my heart.

God, keep them, keep them safe.

Now go, all of you.

And God go with you.

But remember, no man loves you.

And write to me.

You see?

She treats me like a miserable husband. Now I'll not go.

Husband, you will take us to Pesaro.

If you'd love me, Giovanni, I'll be safe there from the French and in time for

the carnival.

With hand and heart, I promise you we'll be happy there.

Of course you will.

Has she told you why?

You have our permission at last.

You may now consummate your marriage.

Must we always have this Saracen at our skirts?

Poor Prince Jem.

He's your brother's friend, and thus reminds me of Juan.

And me.

No more than that.

I have written to the Sultan that he may persuade Venice to help us.

I told him that if the French defeat us, they will then declare a crusade to

unseat him and place Prince Jem on the Ottoman throne.

A bold lie.

What of the Sultan's answer?

How else?

As a faithless Muslim, he would pay 300 ,000 ducats to hear his brother James

was dead.

His Majesty King Charles VIII of France has entered Italy with a prodigious army

of horse and foot.

declaring that he has come to secure his right to the throne of Naples.

All roads to that kingdom pass through Rome, and the king has said he will

depose the pope if he defies him, and obstinately supports the Spanish claim

Naples.

All Rome is thus darkened by a great fear, and many, including those closest

his holiness, are deserting the city.

How beautiful she is.

Yet a child, only.

She's a whore.

Your sister?

Of course not.

Julia, you dare?

Have you... What's

to be done with the Scania sports, sir?

The order has been given.

We'll be taking to the cartel from time to time tonight.

And Bill O 'Rourke?

Brave.

So brave.

My heart braves.

Juliano O 'Rourke may run to the King of France.

And return the French Pope.

Popes are not created by kings.

History is no precedent in law or practice.

is the making of precedents and ambitious men the makers of history.

It's a mistake to let him go.

If your enemy is about to make a fool of himself, it's certainly a mistake to

prevent it.

I'll tell your guards to take him up with Ascanio's fort, sir.

Euraminus.

Olinus.

You will not presume upon our authority.

You will walk in our shadow.

As Your Holiness pleases.

What's to be done with Iscanius Forto once we have him?

The plague has appeared from the cells beneath Sant 'Angelo.

No. It's the face of the Church and shall be lodged accordingly.

Remember, Cesare, do not step from my shadow.

Where will you go?

To join the King of France.

Where will you go, Ascanio?

Must I leave Rome, too?

My example does counter it.

One doesn't follow example without first knowing the precept. That's implicit.

Do not trust Rodrigo Borja.

I was very frank with him last night.

I told him that I feared for my life.

Not my life, at least my office.

And he said that he'd not turn a dog out of his house.

Still left a member of the Sacred College.

You believe that?

I'm not a fool, Juliana.

Foolish, perhaps.

As Vice -Chancellor of the Holy Church, should I not be here to welcome the King

of France?

Not from aboard your prison?

If necessary.

I'm surprised you've not seen how advantageous that might be.

The King hopes for my earliest attendance upon him.

As you hope he may lift you into the Holy Chair.

Deus disponet, Ascanio, but do not believe that you can outwit the king.

Or me.

As you say, Giuliano.

God disposes.

And indeed, at ten o 'clock this night, Cardinal Sforza was arrested, and upon

the order of the Pope, was imprisoned in an upper room of the Vatican Palace.

The arts who took him say he was not alarmed, and seemed well content.

But other men do daily fear the arrival of the French, from whom only God and

the Holy Father may save us.

Is your holiness satisfied?

The first Frenchman to break wind will rival Joshua's trumpets.

Oh, see, these thumbs still protect me, like Judah's goats.

I should leave Rome?

Is that what you propose?

No. Let the French have the city.

We can hold Casca San Angelo until your holiness recovers his wits and delivers

us. Are you afraid for me, Cesare?

No one has yet killed the Pope.

You forget St. Peter.

There's a president for you.

Cesare, I've had no more than two letters from Lucrezia.

Have you, you?

Julia's overjoyed because her one -eyed husband has joined them. No, she told me

there is no joy in life without me.

Where else would she run?

I'm jealous of her, too.

The French will be at Civitavecchia before Christmas.

Your women are unimportant.

Perhaps. Yes.

Think of how I suffer from the love I have for you, sweet Lucrezia, Lucia.

No father on earth has such love for his daughter.

and none is so cruelly rewarded.

Write to me. I beseech you, however briefly, that I

may...

Paolo Orsini?

Your Holiness.

Stop! Why have you come?

Honor demanded it.

Why are you not with your father?

Why are you not in the field?

Against the French.

Eminence, remember we were friends in our childhood. That I shall. You may

by a silken rope. Why have you come?

Hold on.

My father.

My father has surrendered his castles and army to the French and knelt before

their king.

But you, you, my boy, you could not betray us.

Holiness, I must follow my father.

But honour.

And, my lord, our one -time friendship obliged me to... Bastard! Holiness, in

compassion, I may not desert my family.

No, you may not.

Then return to them.

Perotto will give you a pass.

No one will stop you.

But tell your father, tell every Orsini, we shall not forget, we shall not

forgive.

And upon our certain vengeance, we pledge our crown, our lands, and our

Holiness. Go!

Go while you live.

If your holiness wishes, I am ready to treat with the French captain for the

release of the Lady Lucrezia and the others taken with her.

Taken?

Taken with her?

Your holiness has not heard.

Five days, then.

At the table.

Holy Father!

Santa Donna!

Will you rise now, my lord?

I've brought his eminence.

What?

Is it you, my son?

I don't know.

The hour.

Matron to holiness.

Has the Holy Father been here all night?

Come, come. You must not be on the floor.

Listen to me, Holy Father.

They've brought Cardinal Torta.

None ignores my misery.

What is that noise?

Mercedes.

There's blood to your eminence.

It's not... Don't touch me!

Never touch me, you toad!

I have the Pope's safe conduct.

Hear what they're shouting?

Rovery!

Fancy Rovery!

The French advance guard have entered the Porte de Popolo.

The quartermasters are occupying the Cardinal's palace.

They cannot. It's impulsively. I'll go to them. Leave them alone.

Do you want me to lose my head? Get out. Get out!

Why have you released us from your spots?

Cesare, Cesare. Why?

To ask me, Fred. What?

For Lucrezia.

What will you give them? Your crown and your shoes? No.

Everything. Old man.

Hear me.

You must leave the Vatican.

Now!

Where is he, Trollinet?

In the Castel Sant 'Angelo, Your Majesty. Afraid of us?

Majesty, he has commanded me to say it is his dearest wish to welcome you to

Rome. Are they the king? To Rome? Yes, Majesty. To the Porta del Popolo and

other gates such as Porta Viridaria, Porta San Spastiano.

Tell His Holiness that the humble son of the Church earnestly desires an

audience. If I may advise, Your Majesty, until certain matters are resolved, it

will be impolitic to make... Well, Monsieur Trader, Your Majesty wishes to

St. Angelo? We wish His Holiness to leave before our gunners peck at its

Tell His Holiness that the French captain will surrender his prisoners for

,000 ducats.

We are grateful to be with you.

A

message,

you said?

The king is distressed.

He wants to know why your holiness won't return to the Vatican.

He'll be gleeously ill.

May I tell his majesty that you've recovered?

God has restored our strength.

Good.

If I may tell him that you have decided to return.

No. We shall decline nothing until the French stop the mouth of their cannon.

I have heard, His Majesty, that the bombardment of Sant 'Angelo

must continue until you inform him that you do wish to leave.

Would you have the Pope?

Give way.

Fear nothing, Escanio.

You may hear the voice of Christ above that clamor.

Now, Ascanio, you may tell the king we shall return to the Vatican.

Be easy, archbishop.

Yes, your majesty. I would see him, you say. No, majesty, I said... By magic,

perhaps, through a stone wall?

I did tell your majesty that...

Bend

down.

On your hands and knees, you rogue.

There's no one there.

If your majesty would be so gracious and move a little... Quiet!

Hmm.

He's plagued with doubts, Your Holiness.

But determined to march on Naples.

His soldiers are mutinous.

Few, as yet.

They're very noisy.

They're not increasing in number.

Many are sick with a new disease.

Which they give to women.

Which they give to women.

Amen. Amen.

People, hurry up.

Dominus Tobiscus.

Holmes, Giuliano Robert has declared you a false pope and thus deposed you.

What does the king say?

Sometimes that Giuliano gives bad advice. But, Holmes, he'll approve your

deposition if you oppose his claims to the kingdom of Naples.

What must we do, Ascanio?

Believe that people are turning against him already.

That many who welcome him to Italy... Like the Duke of Milan.

Sir, my brother Ludovico wants us all to know it was never his wish to see you

deposed. I'll fight Spain in a French cause.

And Spain will send another force to Naples.

Those forces are eager weather vanes.

What if the wind doesn't blow as you expect us, can you?

What if it unsits us?

Your holiness will receive the king.

Tomorrow.

Is it true he has six toes on each foot?

Your Majesty should not uncover himself before us. Your Holiness.

Please.

Cover your head, my son.

Your Holiness is ill?

Nothing.

The chamber is endless.

So crowded.

Another room. We would be alone.

Majesty.

You see, I'm an old man.

Weak and defenseless.

Your cannons knock at my door, and I answer.

What does your majesty require of me?

Do you still dispute my claim to Naples?

Your majesty's bluntness is refreshing.

You shall endeavor to match it. You will dispute it?

I am master of Italy. At my disposition, I plead. Forgive me. I am weaker than I

thought. I spent the night upon my knees praying for guidance today.

If your majesty would, a cup of wine.

I believe God sent that guidance.

For this morning, there was a question in my mind.

What question?

If you ask our approval of your claim, it must be that you acknowledge us as

earthly vicar of Christ.

That is not a question, holiness.

No. There is no question.

I hesitate to put it, lest I offend you. However, I must.

Does your majesty dispute my right to be supreme pontiff?

It has been disputed.

By Giuliano Rovere. At Ferrara, before a general consul, which then deposed you.

Alas, I fear Giuliano has ill -advised your majesty.

A pope cannot be deposed?

By a general consul? Yes, your majesty.

Speak plainly.

Forgive me.

An old man's wits are not as sharp as your own. I mean, the convocation at

Ferrara had no validity.

What?

No, I'll not believe it. The Pope alone has the power to call a general council.

It was unpardonable of Giuliano to abuse your good faith.

Would you convene such a council?

Would you, Your Majesty?

Oh, the devil with it, then.

But I'm not.

on Naples. You're not opposed to that.

Your Majesty will leave in my blessing.

Ah, now you think to trick me.

You want to be gone from here.

I was responding to your Majesty's noble spirit.

You made yourself master of the holy city.

Now, by eternity to God, you must surely reveal yourself as the greatest

of Christian princes.

It's true. It's true.

And when I am master of Naples, will you invest me with its crown?

Your Majesty may be confident that God will direct our conscience and our duty

in the interest of Christendom's greatest prince.

No, no. It's not enough.

I have mastered you, yet men will still say, how will they see that you have not

outwitted me?

May we suggest 20 mule loads of gold and silver,

our tribute to pay your brave army.

Excellent, excellent.

And hostages to carry with me, for your good behavior, so it may seem.

That's Saracen, the Turk.

Prince Jeb.

And your son, Cesare.

As your majesty pleases.

Holy Father, your blessing.

Benedict.

Now go, Cesare, my son.

Not yet.

Giuliano Rovary has been lodged in my mother's house.

Do not trouble me with that. Valioni!

Eminence. Will you take our princely friend outside?

Before I go, your word on it, my mother will come to no harm.

Rory lives with the king today.

And surrenders her house to the sport of the French rear guard.

All will be well.

Will you trust me?

It seems I must.

My life hangs on your wits.

And therefore direct them.

You've understood all?

The gold and silver are to be handed to Charles upon your release.

The chests are properly loaded.

Most properly.

What about the 300 ,000 ducats that Saracen carries on his head?

Are we to surrender them to Charles?

Lastly, when the French are gone, I shall retire to Orvieto.

I thank God your holiness will have me faithless again.

Kneel!

Kneel!

Mark this and remember.

Our mortality is nothing, for we sit in the eternal chair.

We are Pope.

We are the earthly vicar of Christ.

And we must serve God and the church alone.

To honor one and maintain the other, we would willingly abandon life.

We would offer our songs, as Abraham did Isaac.

in the land of Moriah, and weep tears of joy if God hath called for

such sacrifice.

But I am also a man, and will serve God and

my family, for God hath given me them in charity.

Christ keep you, Caesar and my son.

Prince, hear me.

Most Christian Prince, Charles, hear me.

You have abandoned the cleansing of the church.

Rise, dear people.

Rise, I'm in wrath.

Will no one shut out that braining ass?

Miserable! You tell me I must leave Naples?

Your Majesty, I am my father's voice and he tells you. Tells me?

Tells me!

I have done more than Caesar, more than Alexander the Greek.

And I must now retire.

Your Majesty, the people will... People?

What people?

I don't give a fig for your Italian peasants. I stamp on them.

I walk on them.

Your Majesty.

Tell me the truth.

Your Majesty has heard the truth.

We may no longer depend upon the support of the people here.

The behavior of your Majesty's soldiers. They loot, they rape, I know, I know.

And are greatly weakened by sickness.

You Italians fight with the body of your women.

Your Majesty's army brought the sickness.

You lie.

All Italians are filthy, lying animals.

Delaros. Ill -disposed men.

Profit by our adversity.

Majesty, with respect, there is not one prince in Italy who we're now reliable.

I know about their only deed.

It's the work of that devil Pope.

We should retire to Rome or beyond before a Spanish army plans between us

France. Spain!

He tricked me, that Spanish cackle and bull!

Your Majesty, no. And you! All you wanted was his shoes!

May I respectfully remind your majesty that you hold chisely, Borsa.

And by that, the arm and the will of Rodrigo.

Where is the bullcuff?

Santa Fe.

You never bathe, you pig.

Horses are there? Well hidden, as he promised.

Where do we ride?

Far.

My lord.

He may keep my promise.

What did you find?

Your Majesty was right. The hawk has flown.

The tribute you don't. You open the chest.

The gold is there.

No, Majesty.

Stone and some bolts of timber.

Priest!

Priest!

Borgia! Priest!

return.

They are all gone, John Paul.

All your holiness, save for a garbage the king left to protect the Vatican

against the mob. The way is now open for your holiness to return.

And Cardinal Rovery?

Gone too, your holiness, with the French.

Having first... Well, my son?

Having first declared publicly that there is no pope.

You shall see.

What of your sinis?

Fathers and sons in their castles. And defying your holiness.

Send me against them.

If I'm to return to Rome, I must have new clothes.

Tell your husband to buy them if you can find him. Or he you with one eye. He's

more of a man than you.

With an empty codpiece.

Ask your sister if her husband keeps more there than a roll of linen.

The evening air is chill.

We shall go inside.

Is it not too soon for bedding?

We shall be a family again.

Have sense for your brothers.

One comes from Spain, and the other will bring his bride from the south.

I care not.

Who will take the field against the Orsinus?

And not to be questioners of all that.

I'll not bow to Brother Juan.

Where was he when the French came calling?

Where his duty and our will obliged him to be.

I was here putting marrow into your trembling backbone.

Your eminence will not.

You will accept.

Our authority in all matters of the church.

Swear.

Swear to it.

Cesare. No.

Sweet brother.

So be it.

If your holiness, please.

My heart bleeds salt tears when we quarrel.

But we are too Spanish, all of us.

Our blood is too hot.

But we are Borgias.

One family, one head, one heart.

Is that not so, my son?

I've got two fathers in one flesh.

One spiritual and one temporal.

Of which may I ask a favor?

Jesus.

When the family is in Rome again, which of you will come with me to my mother's

house?

Cesare.

Who did this?

The French unrolled his orders.

Rolf.

Look. My good husband tried to steal it.

No, praise be to God, but Thorny wounded.

There's not blood enough to wash it clean.

You gave me your word. She'd be safe.

Beloved Venata, we rejoice to see you again.

I prayed your holiness would one day come.

What great love I have for you.

I'm a poor sinner, Venata, who never deserved your love.

Still, let's see your prayers.

Take what you need of the Spanish guard, and let them bathe their feet in the

blood of every French soldier left in Rome. No, my friend. Yes, my friend.

Rather than face me again, you'll hang yourself from the walls of D 'Angelo.

With your eminent desire.

You go with him. See it's well done.

What will give you the greatest happiness, Renato?

I have it now.

You're holding this safe and in Rome again.

No more?

What more?

Our sons together under your roof.

Joffrey, too?

Of course.

You smile.

With joy that you acknowledge him as your son.

Why not?

It's long been politic to do so.

Is it not also the truth, Rodrigo?

You remember the night he was conceived.

You deserved a nobler house than this.

We shall build it for you.

Those foolish men have but reminded us of that duty and should be rewarded for

it.

A score were killed, holiness.

Four more are like to die of their wounds.

So many.

And three of the Spanish guard were slain by those Frenchmen who resisted.

Your holiness.

God have mercy upon your wretched soul.

My lord.

We leave you to that mercy and the torment of your conscience.

You may live, you may go, but if you... No, because... If you are seen in Rome

again, your life is forfeited to the meanest man who wishes to take it.

There is blood on your hands when you wipe it on Christ's vestments.

They despoiled my mother's house and called her a whore.

And poor Joan.

A Muslim who drank wine in breach of his faith and no doubt died of remorse.

Your brother's friend removed so lightly.

Thus adding weight to your purse.

Ask yourself if my brother Juan can be so resolute in your service.

Comfort. Your brother might have made you a great compliment.

I'm bored. I want to dance.

Tell me, is he bawdy?

Bawdy? What do you know of bawds?

Less than you may know of boys.

You witch.

You old witch.

Oh, she teases you, Joffrey. I will not be teased. I will hear one.

What compliment?

Except with such a wide fist, actually.

I knew it. It is abhorred him. Tell me.

Ah, you've enough conceit.

Chief, you tell him and be done.

Are you impatient too, brother?

As a man might be with ye, ye boy, ass.

Poor Chester.

Can you not pity me, brother?

No, only him who pleased me and thereby offended you.

Have you not found another to hold your hand?

What have I had?

Would your eminence wish to take wine with him?

Well... May we not hear the compliments?

Indeed, may we not. Tell me, tell me.

It is nothing.

But since you appear to have reached manhood overnight, Sancho must have

you grow in owners.

Oh!

Is it for the change of age? Well, it's the best our soldier brother can

contrive.

Where did you learn the art of war? In a Spanish bordello.

And you?

Theology from your Spanish cutthroat, perhaps.

I could fill your arm with straws for you, my dear captain.

You question the Holy Father's decision.

He's not in power.

What decision?

Defend me against the Orsini.

Judgement. And unfrock me.

My brother Joffrey's glass is empty. See that the remains fall.

Do you please my brother, Joffrey?

What should please him, your eminence?

Toys, wherever his diversion.

Then I may not please him at all.

That not so.

I've not seen you play.

And may not.

But I will.

I may.

Am I thus to fear you?

Love me.

As your husband's brother.

That I shall.

Are you content?

With all that may content you.

I with all that may please a husband's brother.

There's some comedy in this.

A comic irony, Your Eminence.

That you should cuckold your brother to spite your father.

And yet not know.

No doubt the jest obliges you to tell me what it is. I do not know.

Can you release my hair?

Father has already passed this way before his unholy son.

By the bones of Christ!

He is invincible.