All language subtitles for The Borgias S03E03 HEVC 1080p AC3 5.1 EN-eng

Your lies should make you choke,
De Luca.

The sentence is banishment.

Cardinal Versucci
will be stripped of his position...

...as procurator of the Office
of Public Works forthwith...

...and his property will be donated
to our Holy Mother Church.

How many more, Your Holiness...

...until your coffers
are adequately lined?

Take him from our sight.

You're running out of cardinals.
What use is an empty consistory?

An empty consistory is at least free
of traitors and assassins.

We will cleanse our house,
and get rid of this deceit.

With our own hands,
if that be God's will.

And the fruits of their degeneracy
will be put to God's use.

Your Grace.

Out of the way.

No, no, not now.

A summary of the state
of the papal armies.

This your work?

The articles of war demand the papal
army at full strength...

...number 10,000 men-at-arms.

You have less than half that.

Of horses, wagonry
and transportation, six-tenths.

Of supplies, provisions, medicines,
foodstuffs and general equipment, half.

Half?

What good are our men-at-arms...

...if we can only equip them
with one sword between two?

- Are they supposed to share?
-Well, what do you expect me to do?

What of your cardinal's fortunes?

There were debts.

The treasury is filling, but not
to the extent of equipping an army.

Well, we must find a way.

Because Catherine Sforza gathers
allies to her daily like flies to a corpse.

And we are weak.

We are not yet at war, Cesare.

Father, we're already seeing
the first gambits on the chessboard.

Plot, intrigue, assassination.

But the endgame will be war.

And it will engulf all Italy.
Am I wrong?

- No, you're not wrong.
-Then give me command.

In time, Cesare.

Fire! Fire! Fire!

You go to Naples to discuss the terms
of your sister's wedding, do you not?

- Yes.
-When do you arrive?

Tomorrow.

We offer Naples a chance
to strengthen our kinship with them...

...in a bond of blood and family.

It is a joyous visit.

But you might take the opportunity...

...to judge how our friends and cousins
in the south fare...

...in terms of men,
arms, horses, wagonry...

...supplies, general equipment
and the like.

So that kinship
may not be the only thing...

...strengthened
by this joyous marriage.

Is that smoke? Do you smell smoke?

The treasury's on fire!

Fire in the treasury!

- The account books! Hurry!
-Come on, come quickly!

Help! Help!

My God.

How did this happen?

Your Holiness,
it seems Cardinal Versucci...

...was the last person in the room.

Whether this is by negligence
or by design, I can't tell.

Unfortunately,
no one can find him to ask him.

God be with you.

- Good day, Brother.
-Brother.

Move back, I say!

Give the swordsmen room!

Finish him!

Ready.

-I've won.
-No.

L won. I'm telling you. I had you.

- I think not.
-I had you, Baglioni.

- If this were for real--
-If this were for real, you'd be dead.

I have a hundred ducats
that say I get first blood.

Once more.

On my mark.

My lords.

Nothing either way.

You're not so fast as you think,
huh, Gian Paolo Baglioni?

Let's do that again.

Look at your neck.

Baghonfl

- He's cut him!
-Baglioni is untouchable!

Faster than the other!

Think you could do better?

Against Gian Paolo Baglioni,
Lord of Perugia...

...the most renowned blade
in all Umbria?

I value my own shirt too highly.

Blood is the very devil to get out.

I know who you are.

You're Catherine Sforza's man.

Alfonso wishes me to ask you
if he may accompany you to Naples.

Alfonso cannot ask me himself?

I think he finds you a little...

What?

Frightening.

Take him.

He wants to see his family.

Well, if you insist.

How long will you be away?

It's difficult to know. To negotiate
the harmony of two households--

Harmony of households be damned.

You know what I want.

You wish your son
to be acknowledged.

As much as I am, you are.

As much as any other
bastard child in Italy.

I give you my word.

I will do my utmost...

...for Giovanni and for you.

Come back soon.

Why do you say that?

I don't feel safe
unless I know you're nearby.

What brings you to Florence?

I am on my way home
from visiting friends.

Which friends would those be?

Prospero Colonna.

Roberto and Paulo Orsini.

Vitelezzo Vitelli.

A miracle even to get them
in the same room together.

We share a common interest.

- And these are now your friends?
-We hoped that they will be, yes.

I see.

Your lady does not lack for ambition.

You have done well
suppressing the uprising in Umbria.

The Florentines speak highly of you.

But your contract with them is over.

Perhaps it's time to consider
where you go next.

Naples.
I haven't seen her in too long a time.

We're to be brothers.

And, mindful of that honour, I should
like to show you around the city.

Stay in line there!

Its beauties are modest in comparison
to Rome, but it is my city, so...

Impress me not with your love for your
native city, but your love for my sister.

I could not love her more, my lord.

Will your more be enough?

You are marrying Lucrezia Borgia.

Your sole allegiance is to her now.
And to Rome. Never forget that.

Keep that wagon moving!

Palace is this way, my lord.

Our allies.

Cousin.

My Lord Borgia.

We welcome you in the name
of the fair and ancient city of Naples.

Rather more ancient than fair,
from what I've glimpsed.

It seems the French army
were not exactly considerate tenants.

Tonight we dine to honour the union
between our own Alfonso...

...and the most gracious
Lady Lucrezia.

A union not only of man and wife,
but of Naples and Rome.

We beg you,
you will grace us with your presence.

I would be glad.

Presenting His Excellency,
the Duke of Aquitaine.

Ambassador of the Court
of his Highness Louis XII of France.

We are honoured to receive
the ambassador.

And France is most deeply honoured
to be so received.

Your new king, Louis the XII,
sends his ambassador.

Tell me, does he bring murmurings
of peace or of war?

Peace, Your Holiness.

Tell us more
of this considerate young man.

He has the energy of youth,
but the wisdom of age.

He is attentive to counsel,
but decisive in his own authority.

And most of all, he wishes no discord
with Rome or with her pope.

Are we to believe he is without fault?

Well, you could perhaps...

...were you not to meet his wife.

His wife?

It is the most unfortunate match.

The shame of France.

Arranged, of course,
when he was only a child.

Back then no one knew how she
would develop. And now we know.

All we can do is wish.

Wish for an act of God.

My apologies, Your Holiness.

I have entirely forgotten myself.
Please forgive me.

Oh, no, you have our forgiveness.

Let us talk...

...further, if you so desire...

...of the shame of France.

The royal guard.

Here lies the true worth of Naples,
my Lord Borgia.

Not in its buildings nor its peasants,
but here.

Impressive.

And yet merely the razor tip of the
great spear that is the Neapolitan army.

Straight.

If I may ask, how many men
does Naples have under arms?

Ten thousand men.

Impressive.

One might almost say incredible.

Put that down. No more
fucking thieving, do you hear me?

You're telling me that people
would wish to steal such shit?

That's good armour, that.

Just needs shaking in sand
for 10 minutes, it will come up good.

You shake this in sand for 10 minutes
and all you'll end up with is rust.

Now as to residence...

...on her marriage, your sister will
become the Duchess of Bisceglie.

- We had--
-Some attendance at the court...

...would be in order.

We had already discussed it.

She's happy to undertake
any duties that are expected.

Agreed.

Very well, then I think
our business here is concluded.

There is one other thing.

- The child.
-The bastard son?

Yes.

My feelings on that matter have already
been made abundantly clear.

I do not ask
you parade him in public.

I do not ask that you make
any statement, any commitment.

- To separate a mother from her child--
-A bastard child.

- A child that she loves.
-A bastard child nevertheless.

All I ask is that Giovanni
should accompany his mother.

Quietly, if you wish.

In the company of a nursemaid.

Out of the public eye,
but in the bosom of his family.

His family is to be my family.

A family that traces back its lineage
to Aragon and Castile...

...the kings and queens
of Spain and Portugal.

And I can assure you,
my Lord Borgia...

...my family has never encompassed
the offspring of stable boys.

You'd risk an open breach over this?

An open breach with me?

Do not parade your empty threats
around here, Cesare Borgia.

Rome needs Naples,
you know this as well as I do.

Your father sent you here
to consolidate an alliance...

...not to treat favours for an infant.

I'm not here to consolidate
but to consider.

And I will consider one elsewhere
if the need arises.

Do not be hasty, Your Highness.

Turn the matter over in your mind.

Come to my sister's wedding
and let us have your answer then.

Your Highness.

Why did you say nothing?

What?

You sat there, meek as a girl,
and said not one word.

Your wife. Your family.
Have you nothing to say?

Back to Rome, then.

There's a report.

A report in what?

The state of the army.

Stores, powder, shots for the cannon,
readiness of the men.

Commissioned for the pope himself.

In preparation for war?

What else?

I should very much like to see it.

Was it pleasant to see your home?

Yes.

Yes.

You and I should speak together.

He refused?

When he finally comes to his senses...

...he'll realise one child's happiness
is a small price...

...for the goodwill of Rome.

Yes, one child's happiness.
And that of his mother.

Is that so much to ask...

...that threats must be made,
alliances held in jeopardy?

Am I so hard to love?

No. N0, my love.

Rome is the peak of the world...

...and we are at its pinnacle.

And yet, still,
no matter which way I turn...

...l still can't seem to find
that which will make me truly happy.

- Why can I not be happy?
-I will make you happy.

I promise.

Forgive my prurience.

Am I to understand
she is so uncomely she is unbeddable?

In all honesty, then--

Yeah, honesty is always good.

She is what we must call
a two-sack woman.

What?

There's women
one might take to bed...

...only if they were to wear a sack
over their heads.

And then there are others
where you too must wear a sack...

...lest theirs fall off.

Sadly, she is
more than likely barren.

Well, King Louis
has our every sympathy.

I am most encouraged
to hear you say so, Your Holiness.

Now, we should bid you good night.

It could hardly have been clearer.

He wants an annulment.

And you're the only person in
Christendom who can give it to him.

This is it.

This is where the game turns.

Everyone fears the French and we hold
their royal succession in our hands.

Everyone fears the French, especially
those who have felt her sword.

Like Naples.

I've seen Naples, Father.

There is nothing there.

Nothing but a king
whose throat I would joyfully slit.

A warehouse
full of rust and spiderwebs.

No army, no will, just a leper with his
hand out begging Rome for coin.

Your sister marries Naples.

Why don't you marry France?

And you would hold two states in the
palm of your hand. France and Naples.

Cesare to France,
Lucrezia to Naples.

Two states,
one who desires the other.

A desire that is destined
to be frustrated.

Once your sister is married
to Naples...

...you will take ship to France.

You will take with you a papal brief...

...granting an annulment
to the king's marriage.

But you will not
grant this gift lightly.

You will use
every advantage you can.

As you said yourself,
everybody fears France.

Well, let it be everybody but us.

And while you're there...

...find yourself a bride.

Your cousin banished Vitelli.

Your family, dispossessed.

Your cousin, Cardinal Orsini,
dead at the pope's own hand.

What more convincing do you need
to come to my lady's side?

Your mistress deludes herself if she
believes she can be victor over a pope.

My mistress alone, perhaps.

The assassinations failed. He lives.

The alternative you would bring us
is open warfare...

...against the papal armies.

That is much more of a risk
than a blade in the dark.

And the blade in the dark
failed miserably.

What if it was less of a risk?

What if it was more of a certainty?

Dear God.

Is this information accurate?

This is an exact copy of the report...

...commissioned
by Cesare Borgia himself.

It's accurate.

The papal armies of Rome
barely exist.

I was told to deliver these.

Shall I take them through?

Yes, take that one. And over there.

- Where would you like them?
-Over there.

Should we arrange King Ferdinand's
retinue and family...

...on the one hand,
and ours on the other...

...or should we take the fashionable
route and let the guests intermingle?

What is it?

- Cesare is to go to France.
-Well, what of it'?

Straight after my wedding, the wedding
that shackles me to Naples...

...my brother sets sail
to court Naples' greatest enemy.

- He said as much?
-No...

...but it was in his eyes.

He can't hide things from me.

Why are you so upset?

This makes no odds
between Alfonso and you.

What rules this family, Mother?

Love.

Ambition.

Ambition rules this family.

My father's.

My brother's.

And I will have to add to that my own if I
don't want to live in a garden of weeds.

Lucrezia.

It was you who purged the poison
from your father's veins.

In that hour, you saved Rome.

I believe you are the equal
to any task...

...least of all
that of taking care of your family.

Do you hear?

Have more faith in yourself.

I shall.

There's no one else to have faith in.

He's done what?

Invited her to the wedding.

He would invite that bitch whore
into our house?

Not alone.

"Gian Paulo Baglioni.
Prospero Colonna.

The Qrsini brothers.
Vitelezzo Vitelli."

Half the Lords of the Romagna.

- And Catherine Sforza.
-And Catherina Sforza.

As honoured guests
of King Ferdinand of Naples.

Why is he doing this?

I don't know. To show strength?

To show that Naples
does not stand alone?

To throw my words in my face,
show the alliance with Rome...

...is only one of any number
he would consider.

- You'll forbid it, of course.
-What, and insult him publicly?

- Humiliate him?
-Yes. Yes, why not?

Because the whole of Italy
is watching.

Would you have them see us divided
even amongst our own family?

Bickering like peasants?

Do you not see that
even the impression of weakness...

...begets weakness?

No.

We are the pope of Rome,
the vicar of Christ.

Let her come.

- My lord.
-My lord.

I placed you here, as you see.

At my side.

Oh, I see it.

Are yQu?

Of course, at your side?

Whatever happens.

France, Spain, Naples...

...they can crumble to dust
for all I care.

As long as you--

Forgive me.

His Royal Highness,
King Ferdinand ll of Naples.

You are welcome
in the name of Christ.

Peace be upon you.

Naples thanks you.

Catherina Sforza Riario,
Countess of Forli and Lady of lmola.

We had almost lost hope
of having you kneel before us.

I bend my knee to no man.

Unless I choose to.

We should have prepared her
apartments in the Castel Sant Angelo.

I knew she was clever...

...but I never realised how clever
until today.

Well, put her from your mind.

The die is cast...

...and we must hazard everything
or leave the game.

Have you lost your mind?

What have you done, you fool?

You invite her here?

Into the heart of Rome...

...onto the steps of the Vatican
for the whole world to see?

- You're insane.
-And you're naive.

My invitation of Catherine Sforza
is a move in the game...

...as is your marriage
to the pope's daughter.

- My marriage is no game.
-Don't be a child.

I love Lucrezia,
maybe you can't understand.

Whether you love her, hate her,
or are repulsed by her...

...you marry her, and you secure
our claim to the friendship of Rome.

Why else do you think
I put you forward to be her suitor?

And therefore also choose
to remind His Holiness...

...that Naples has friends,
friends beyond Rome.

And if Rome wishes the friendship
of Naples...

...that friendship
needs to be cultivated, nurtured--

She tried to kill his children.
His grandchild.

That too, is the game. A game in which
you are new and uninstructed.

Now, play your part.

Get married,
fuck the pope's daughter...

...and leave the serious matters
for your elders.

Now go.

My lord.

May I take the opportunity
to offer your sister...

...my congratulations
on the occasion of her marriage.

I shall be sure to tell her.

Should I also offer my father
your congratulations...

...on his recovery from poison?

My family your congratulations
on their escape from assassination?

If it pleases you to do so.

You risk everything, my lady.

Do you think me ignorant of that?

You have your blade there.

No one would stop you.

I know what I risk.

You could sink your steel into me.

To the hilt...

...if you wished.

My lady.

His Holiness, Your Majesty,
my lords.

Ladies and gentlemen,
pray, open the dance.

Such delights.

Your sister looks quite entrancing,
does she not?

She does.

Would you take a drink with me?

Marriage can be such a blessing.

A man and wife united in the sight
of God. It is a beautiful thing.

It should be.

It can be.

Even for the King of France.

Do you cry at weddings?

I always find my eyes a little moist.

I would cry at my own, perhaps.

And why so, my Lord Borgia?

Because it would mean the end
of a certain life for rne.

Your father has mentioned
the possibility of a French bride.

What would France say to that?

One marriage for another.

Beauty and blessings all round.

Our little pack of wolves.

- What is their price?
-Land.

The restoration
of what has been taken from them.

Tell them if they pledge
their swords to me...

...they shall have
all they had before...

...and the Borgia estates
I will divide among them.

I Will.

So we are done in Rome?

Very far from it.

Those who we would overcome
we must first confound.

I would confound this pope.

More than you have already?

Considerably more.

My lords. Orsini.

And who are you?

Do you not know?

You are no cardinal.

You have no robes.

And you are no soldier.

You have no army.

You're not even
anyone's legitimate son.

Roberto.

So I ask again.

- Who are you?
-Oh, take a breath, Roberto.

Have some more wine, my wine.

Take a dance in the garden,
my garden.

The pretty young noblewomen of Rome
would delight to have you paw at them.

I care nothing for your
pretty young noblewomen.

Then I will introduce you to some
pretty young noblemen instead.

- Calm down. Calm down.
-Brother.

Take a walk.

So are you...?

- Are you still a virgin?
-You know I am.

Saving yourself for marriage.

I told you as much, didn't I?

And are we now married?

I believe so.
I seem to remember a ceremony.

I also.

What's this? This board?

It's nothing. It's seating
arrangements for the wedding.

Fuck me.

This isn't the wedding. This is ally
on the one hand, enemy on the other.

- Who did this?
-Only my brother would have--

ls this what I am to your brother?

A question mark.

A question mark.

A question mark?

Is this what I am to your family?

What on God's Earth?

Am I so hard to love?

- No, Lucrezia, you cannot.
-But I must.

Only a Borgia, it seems,
can truly love a Borgia.

They already whisper it of us...

...throughout the whole of Italy.

Why deny ourselves the pleasure
of which we're already accused?

Your husband.

You will be my husband...

...tonight.